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"Adam," Zayn warned sternly, flicking the little boy's nose, "Stop it."

"Bu' Daddy!" Adam whined, tugging on his sleeve, trying to drag him out of the kitchen, "Please! Wanna' watch Tarzan!"

"Why don't you go and watch with Papa and Chris? I'll join you when I'm done with the dishes, baby." Zayn assured, ruffling his hair.

The three year old, though, was adamant on his request for a family cuddle. Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed, waddling out of the kitchen.

Zayn released a sigh of relief, beginning to scrub the dishes. Just as he grabbed the soap bottle, he felt another tug on his jeans. Judging by how small the pull was compared to his hyper three year old's, the raven haired man knew it was his one year old deviant.

Sure enough, a mop of curly brown hair was the first thing he saw when he looked down, before huge hazel eyes stared up at him.

"Dada!" Chris giggled, making grabby hands towards Zayn, "Up!"

"I'm washing the dishes, love. You'll get all dirty!" Zayn tried to reason, rolling his eyes when his son- clad only in his nappy- shook his head furiously.

"Up! Telly!" he demanded, pointing to the living room. Zayn huffed. He made a mental note to reprimand Adam, the boy was getting too clever for his own good. Forcing his little brother to charm his way into Zayn's heart with his request for a movie and cuddle? Honestly.

"Later, baby." Zayn promised, setting a kiss on the baby's head before ushering him out of the kitchen.

Chris pouted as he waddled out, trying to keep his balance in his newly learned steps. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

Zayn moved his newly dyed hair away from his face, the golden stands falling in front of his eyes. He reached for the bottle of liquid soap again, only for it to be knocked out of his hand and, before he knew it, the tap was closed, stopping the steady gush of warm water.

Before he could turn around and protest, he was grasped around his waist by a pair of strong arms and hauled over a broad shoulder. Zayn whined about his neglected dishes, thumping his fists on his husband's muscular back.

"Let me go!" he demanded, trying to kick, failing to do so considering his knees were locked in his husband's grasp.

"Nope. Cuddle and movie time." Liam grinned, carrying his little husband out of the kitchen.

"But, sweetheart!" Zayn whined, trying to tickle the back of Liam's neck, "The dishes are dirty! If I don't clean them as soon as possible, they'll get infected! Then we'll get infected and we'll die. Do you want to die, Liam?"

"You're so dramatic, it's upsetting." Liam rolled his eyes fondly, setting his husband on to his feet. Zayn gave him an exaggerated smile, trying to duck under Liam's arm before making a run towards the kitchen to tend to the dishes.

Liam, though, was used to this. Grabbing Zayn's arm, he twirled him around and smashed their lips together. Catching Zayn off-guard, Liam deepened the kiss, and the former clearly didn't seem to mind.

"What I say? No eat each other! C'mon!" Adam whined, pulling Liam's waist. Chris giggled and copied his brother's actions, pulling at Zayn's knees.

Both men broke apart and Liam swooped down and picked up his three year old, holding him upside down. "How about I eat you?" Liam growled playfully, swinging his son around when he let out a high pitched squeal.

Zayn smiled and picked up his little baby, blowing a raspberry into his bare, pudgy tummy. Chris giggled and pushed at Zayn's face before pouting.

"What d'ya need, babe?" Zayn asked, nuzzling his nose with his giggling one year old.

"Paci!" Chris demanded, before erupting into a fit of giggles as Zayn tickled his tummy gently with slender fingers.

Wandering over towards the couch whew his crazy husband and son were seated, he picked up the blue pacifier, wiping it on his sweats before nudging it between Chris' lips. The baby gurgled, pleased, as he latched onto it, sucking it lazily as he smiled around it.

"Tarzan now?" Adam asked hopefully, and Zayn sent a longing look towards the kitchen. Liam rolled his eyes and yanked his husband down, Chris and Zayn falling on to Liam's chest. Zayn let out a defiant squeal and Chris merely giggled, making incoherent sounds behind his dummy.

"Press play for me, Addy?" Liam requested as he gathered his pouting husband in his lap, kissing away his doubts and whispering reassurances in his ear that he'd let him wash the dishes afterwards.

"But--" Zayn was cut off again as Liam bit his earlobe, the former gasping as he looked at Adam grabbing the remote from the table and Chris snuggled into Liam's side.

"If you cuddle with us right now and then wash the dishes, then I assure you, I'll do much more than just washing you in the shower." Liam promised in a hushed tone, smirking as Zayn blushed a deep crimson and hid his face in his chest. Liam chuckled, helping Adam snuggle into his other side as the movie started playing.

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Felt like writing some fluff because I planned too much drama. .-.

~Harry