Parents ||Zouis

Chapter Three

The older men get out and Louis grabs Beckett from the backseat and carries her on his hip up to the house. Zayn grabs the folder and Beckett's blanket and bear and follows the pair to the front door. He unlocks it and everyone steps in, looking around. Louis shows her around the living room and kitchen and down the hall of the main floor, which mainly consists of a half bath and the laundry room, along with a linen and coat closet. Next they go upstairs and show her around that floor which contains a bathroom, a guest bedroom, Beckett's bedroom with in-suite bathroom, and the couple's bedroom with in-suite bathroom.

"This is mine and daddy's room," Louis tells, showing her around the room.

"Cute," Beckett smiles up at him. Her hand is fisting his shirt and she nuzzles her nose against his beard. Zayn chuckles and turns around, the pair following him. They all stop at a white door that is closed, slowly Zayn opens it and Beckett gasps.

The walls are white with light pink designs, matching all the furniture which is also pink and white. The doors are white, two go to the closet and one leads to the in-suite bathroom. There are toys everywhere, on shelves and in containers in corners. There is a chandelier hanging from the ceiling that ties in the princess feel of the room.

Beckett wiggles out of Louis hold and steps into the room warily, turning in circles slowly to look at everything. She walks around carefully and runs her fingers over everything, feeling every detail. When she gets to the bathroom door, she struggles to open it but finally gets it and gasps once again when she looks inside. The cupboards are painted pink and the shower curtain and rugs are pink as well there is a stool in front of one of the sinks so she can climb up. She steps out and looks at her daddies. "Is this mine?"

"It sure is love," Louis smiles at her. She charges them, wrapping her arms around his bum and burying her face in his leg and crotch innocently. Beckett is smaller than most four year olds, but is still growing at the correct rate.

"Thank you," she says pulling away and turning to Zayn who has bent down to her level. She throws her arms around his neck and squeezes tightly. Zayn hugs her back while chuckling at her cuteness.

"You are very welcome," Zayn says and Beckett pulls away. She wants to tell them she loves them but she isn't sure if she feels it and she wants to be sure. She doesn't ever want to lie to them. "Do you still want to go shopping tonight? or do you just want to watch a movie and have a cuddle?"

Beckett gasps excitedly, her eyes getting wide. "What movie?"

"Anything you want," Louis smiles down at her. "But let's get you bathed first."

He bends down and scoops the child up and carries her to her bathroom. He sets her down on the toilet and starts the water while Zayn finds her something to wear. Once the water is perfect, Lou helps Beckett get undressed and sets her in the tub. He washes her hair and helps her wash her body then rinses her off and helps her out. Zayn enters with one of his t-shirts and a pair of his tightest boxer briefs.

"Okay baby," Zayn says handing Louis the clothes. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes please," she answers. Louis takes a towel and dries off her body then dries off her hair.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks.

"Mac n' Cheese," she shouts excitedly. "Please."

"Okay," Zayn chuckles and leaves the room to start her lunch. Louis helps her into the boxers that fall off immediately. Beckett starts giggling as Louis huffs.

"What're you laughing at?" He grumbles which only makes Beckett giggle more. He pulls the pants up on her waist and picks her up before grabbing the shirt and exiting the room.

He walks down the stairs and into the kitchen with a half naked, giggling toddler in his arms. He stands her up on the counter of the island and sets down the shirt next to her.

"Stay here and hold up your pants," he instructs. Beckett grabs the waistband of her daddy's boxers and holds them up on her waist so they don't fall down again.

"Really Lou," Zayn shakes his head at the older man who is rummaging the drawers.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"What're you looking for?" Beckett asks in a slow voice that reminds them of Harry. Her accent and the way she talks reminds them of Harry, that Cheshire vibe.

"Ah-ha!" Louis cheers, pulling a large safety pin from the drawer. He walks over to Beckett and places the open pin in his mouth carefully. "Turn around."

Beckett does as told and lets go of her pants when Louis grabs them and tightens them around her waist He places the pin in the back so her pants are secure and spins her around.

"Perfect," he grabs her hips and twists her side to side. Beckett laughs loudly and both boys look at her happily. "We won't have to do this when we get you new clothes tomorrow."

"Okay," Beckett giggles. Louis pulls the shirt over her head and Beckett shoves her arms through the sleeves. The black shirt hits mid shin and goes past her elbows. Beckett starts giggling uncontrollably making Zayn chuckle as well.

"You're right," Louis agrees with a nod. "It's awful. Zayn why do you even own this shirt?!"

"You love that shirt!" Zayn turns from the stove and looks at his lover.

"Papa, I need the potty," Beckett grabs her front and starts bouncing.

"Do you need help?" Louis asks, grabbing her under her armpits and setting her on the ground.

"No," Beckett shakes her head. "I can do it."

"Take off her shirt so she doesn't get it dirty," Zayn calls out and Louis pulls off the child's shirt right before she runs out of the room and up the stairs, excited to use her very own bathroom by herself.

Once she is gone, Louis goes up behind Zayn and wraps his arms around the younger lads waist. He presses a kiss to the back of his neck and Zayn leans into him. They remain silent, enjoying this small moment of silence with their daughter upstairs. Zayn takes the macaroni off heat and turns in his baby's arms, wrapping his own around the shorter lads neck.

"I love you," Zayn whispers, his breath hitting the older male's lips and making him shiver.

"I love you," Louis returns, smiling as he presses his lips to Zayn's. It's sweet and simple, expressing how happy they are. They press their lips together a few times more times until lastly leaving them there for a few seconds longer.

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