"I know"///ziam au

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"Daddy I gonna be in a play!" Michael says excitingly, pulling at Liam's pants. "Oh yeah, what about?"

"Wizard of Oz" Michael says with a grin, adjusting his bookbag. "That's great monkey" Liam says with a smile before picking out a baby bottle.

Michael frowns, "I'm gonna be tin man" he says making Liam nod, half listening. The five year old sighs, "Stupid baby" he mumbles causing Liam to looks down at him

"What did you say?" Michael crosses his arms, "Now you listen" he sasses, looking elsewhere. "Mike I am listening"

Liam frowns watching his son wander else where down the aisle, fiddling with his book bag.

He sets the bottle down, walking down the aisle. "Let's go home buddy" he says, extending a hand. Michael doesn't take it, he just walks to the exit making Liam feel bad.

"You want some ice cream?" Liam asks as they walk out into the parking lot. "No" Michael says shaking his head.

Liam chews on his lip, starting to feel guilty for ignoring Michael. He was just really excited for the baby and he wanted to make sure they had all the supplies and we're prepared.

He didn't like the fact that the car ride home was very quiet, or the fact that Michael didn't need his help getting out the car.

"Hey guys" Zayn says with a smile, rubbing his belly. Michael waves weakly, going into the kitchen.

"What's happened?" The dark haired man asks, frowning at his boyfriend. "I kinda ignored him a little bit, I was checking out bottles and I didn't mean to" Liam says, plopping beside him.

"Aw Liam" "I even heard him say stupid baby, under his breath. I've never heard him say that before" the older man says, rubbing Zayn's six month old belly.

Zayn winces, "You want me to talk to him?" "Maybe? I know he's ignoring me and I deserve it"

"Help me up" Liam smiles fondly, helping his heavily pregnant boyfriend up. "I'll be right back"

Liam smiles, watching Zayn waddle to the kitchen. "Hey Mikey" Zayn says to the little boy sitting at the table.

"Hi" Michael says, picking with his pudding cup. "Can we talk?" "I dunno, you gonna ignore meh too?"

Zayn cringes, "No Michael," he says, squeezing his shoulder. "Daddy didn't mean to ignore you"

"Ahuh, I told him about the play an he ignore meh. Just for some stupid bottles we already have" Michael says, causing Zayn to frown.

"He's just excited about the baby honey, you know he doesn't mean to" Michael shrugs, "Don't matter, when the baby here you'll forget about meh. I don't need a baby, I'm fine"

"No we won't dear, you're our little boy. You're gonna be a big brother, the baby is going to need you Mike" Michael fiddled with his spoon, "Weally?"

"Yes" Zayn says with an smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Fine" the five year old says quietly. "Do you want to tell me about the play?"

"It gonna be Wizard of Oz" Zayn gasps, "That's my favorite play, the tin man is my favorite" Michael grins cockily, "I'm tin man!"

"Oh you're going to be the best tin man ever" "You gonna come right?" "When's the play?"

"My teacher say weal soon" Michael says, finishing his pudding. "Of course, hopefully the baby doesn't pop out too soon"

"Okay" Michael says with a smile, getting out his seat to throw his trash away. Liam walks in shyly, "Can I come in?"

Michael shrugs, "I guess, m'gonna play wif seven" he says already moving forward to leave the kitchen.

"Still ignoring me?" Liam asks. Zayn shrugs, "just give him a bit, he'll be fine" "Alright, need a belly massage?" Zayn sighs, "Please! Let your hands make your magic"

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"Hey Mikey, wanna play the wii?"

"No"

"You sure? I'll let you win"

Michael sets his little book down on his belly to stare at his dad, "No" he says before lifting it back up so he wouldn't see the man.

"Michael please" "Go buy some bottles" Liam sighs walking inside his son's room, "I'm sorry bub" "That nice"

Liam sits in his bed laying down, "Talk to me" "Go talk wif the baby" "You're my baby" "Nuh uh, I am a man" Michael corrects, swatting Liam's hand.

"You're my baby man, please talk to me" Michael sighs, "Fine caz you annoying" he says, crossing his arms.

Liam sits up, "I'm sorry for ignoring you bubby, I didn't mean to"  "I know" "you don't, I was distracted and I wasn't being responsible enough to hear you talk about your play"

Michael raises an eyebrow. "Yes I was listening" "Or you asked Papa" Liam's cheeks turn red, "Okay I did ask Papa and I'm proud of you"

"Thanks" "You're welcome, so am I forgiven?" "I guess so" Liam pouts, picking up his five year old.

"Look, I know you aren't used to this baby hysteria. But you should be excited bubby, you're going to be a older brother"

"I know" "And you aren't excited?" "Not if you ignore me" Michael says with a frown, Liam chews on his lip.

He understands that for a couple months Zayn and himself we're so caught up in planning that they never got to stop and notice Michael. "I'm sorry baby, I am" Liam says, hugging his side.

Michael pats his face, "You're forgiven" "Promise?" "I promise" Liam sighs in relief, "Thank you Michael" he says, kissing his son's a forehead.

"Welcome" "So you going to tell me more about your play?" Michael grins, "I tin man" "That means you get to be a robot" "I know an this girl in my class Bella get to hold ma hand"

Liam snorts watching Michael wiggle his little eyebrows, "She cute?" "Smoking, she say she likes my hair" "Oh she does?"

"Of course, ladies love da curls" Michael says, flipping his hair. "Y'know I was quite the ladies man"

Michael winces, "Yeah, back in da 1500's" he says making Liam gasp. "I am not that old!" "You have wrinkles on your forehead dad! Stop lyin to yourself!"

Liam scoffs, "That's mean" "Suck it up, don't be a wuss Liam" Michael says as he slides off his lap.

"Don't call me Liam" "Leeeeyum" Michael drags out before rushing out the room. "Michael!" "Papa! Liam won't leave me alone!"

"That's not my name!" Liam says as he follows the boy down the steps. "Your name sound like a veggie"

Zayn covers his mouth to laugh, "Mike that's not nice" Michaels sits next to he man on the couch, "Sorry Lima bean"

Liam places his hands on his hips, "Dad" "Liam" "Dad" "Liam" "Liam" "Dad" Michael says before smacking his forehead.

"Ha!" "You fake! You trick me!" Michael exclaims, crossing his arms. "Sorry Michael" "Sorry your face"

"Alright you're in your mean mood, let me leave you alone" "You look like a pudding cup!" Zayn laughs at that making Liam playfully glare at him