LEMONADE :: ZAYN

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"Mommy, Alijah hit me!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes he did!"

"Guys!" Gizelle walked around the corner to see her children hating each other yet again.

It seemed like after Amal's third birthday party things for Gizelle and Zayn started to look up. They went on a second honeymoon to rekindle their love and she ended up pregnant. Gizelle was only supposed to have one baby but the second one was hiding in the ultrasound. Zayn really liked A names so they kept that up by naming the twin boys Alijah and Aran.

The twins were almost two and so far everything was going well.

She took a deep breath. "Amal, stop screaming and Alijah stop hitting your sister. Why can't you be like Aran and play calmly?"

"Aran is a loser," Amal pouted.

Aran looked up from his Hotwheels cars and started to cry. The tears came so quickly that Gizelle wondered how much her words affected him.

"Come here, baby," Gizelle cooed, picking her youngest son up -- by five minutes -- and shushing him to be quiet. "Mal, go to your room."

"But--"

"I'm not going to say it again."

Amal huffed, hopping out of her chair and stomping up the stairs.

"You better walk right."

Her steps quieted.

"You know she doesn't mean it, alright?" Gizelle whispered, "you're not a loser."

"Okay," he kept pouting, looking like his father. He put his head on her shoulder and sniffled. "Love you."

"Love you, too. Now, continue playing with your cars," she let him stand back in the chair again and he smiled, kissing her cheek before making the vroom sounds like he did before.

"Mommy," Alijah muttered, "mommy, I hungry."

"Can you wait, please? And go apologize to your sister."

He sighed and got out the chair, crawling upstairs. They never asked their mother why unless it was reasonable. Giselle didn't take kindly to stupid why questions.

Why do I have to take a bath? Why do I have to go to school? Why do I have to stop hitting my brother?

Stupid.

The only difference with the twins was that Aran was more sensitive and quiet while Alijah was rowdy. They had Gizelle's skin tone and cheekbones but the rest was Zayn. Same hair, same eyes -- although, Aran's were browner -- same plump and pouty lips, and even the same eyelashes. She was jealous of that part.

"Baby G!" Gizelle heard Zayn's voice as the door unlocked and she heard him walk through the living room. "How's my favorite lady?" he kissed her lips and put his arm around her waist.

"The little termites hate me," she pouted, "the only one who listens to me is right there," she pointed to Aran, who was still playing with his cars.

"Hey, little man," Zayn stepped over to the youngest and kissed his head, "what's with your brother and sister, man? They're giving mommy a hard time?"

He nodded. "Jah hit Mal and Mal keeps screaming a lot and mommy is mad."

Zayn was always the nice parent and Gizelle sometimes despised it. The kids -- mostly Amal and Alijah (Aran was too sweet) -- loved him whenever they were in trouble because he never yelled or whooped them. He didn't do that, Gizelle usually did.