Infinite Love

*In this book, I am trying to let it seem as you are there and whenever Iris speaks I type as it would sound.*

How funny is that? I just turned 27 and Zayn is turning 29. I feel old, but still wild. Not like Miley Cyrus, because I still have my limits. "Good Morning Birthday boy!" I said to Zayn from the kitchen. He walked out as if he was still drunk. Last night, the guys went out and all of them were pretty drunk because they all came in and passed out on the couch and I had to pay the cab driver. "Come here." I sat on the couch that didn't have children laid out on it.

Zayn came and sat in my lap and wrapped his arm around my neck. "I lo- thank you for taking care of me. wheres my cake?" I shushed him and put my finger over his mouth. "If you want your cake go brush your teeth and wash up."

Iris came downstairs and shouted, "Mommy, is daddy waked up already?" "If he wasn't he is now. He's in our room." She put the iPad on the counter and ran in the room. I got up, and woke the guys. "Daddy, it's your birthday. You're 29 year old." She said before attempting to climb up his leg. He bent over to pick her up. "Thank you baby." He squeezed her tightly. Then he put her down.

"Are you stronger than me?" he asked Iris. They do this every morning. He asks her, she says yes, then she 'pushes' him onto the bed. There they go again. "Oh man I gotta go to the gym again." He sighed. I loved it when we all went to the gym together or at least they went. Zayn would come back sweaty and buffer than when he left. And little Iris would come back with her water bottle empty breathing heavy. She jumps on the couch, I carry her off to take a bath and we finish the rest of our day.

"Daddy, come in my room. I got a tea party for you and me." she said pulling him off the bed. Whenever it came to something that has to do with Zayn, she's all in. She's like that with both of us. Sometimes more selfish than others, but we teach her to be humble.

I walked out into the main room and Niall was on the phone, so I continued on into the living room. No one was sleep even though Liam looked it. Louis was in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry. "Tam, did you go to the market?" he questioned with his English accent. We moved from Florida to England for 5 years and I still haven't picked up the accent. "No, I'm going today. Iris has to get something for a project and i'll get some more food." I said trying to please him.

Harry's phone started ringing and he answered in the kitchen and said, "Hey Sy." and walked out. Sy is his nickname for Sarai. They are still pretty serious, regardless of the fact that they are half way across the world from each other.

"Zayn. Iris. I'm going to go get breakfast then we will go to the market." I yelled upstairs. We have an intercom but i'm better off yelling. I'm going out to get it and I asked one of the guys to come and Liam. "Liam, want to come to the pastry shop with me?" I said. "Yea, let me slide my shoes on." he got up off the couch.

"Be right back." I yelled closing the door. I grabbed the keys to the car off the holder. "So, what did you guys do last night?" I asked. "We went to the -- uhh." He mumbled. "The what?" "The Horns." Thats a strip club I asked Zayn not to go to. "Why? You guys know I don't like those." I complained.

"It wasn't his idea. It was a nice guys night out and it was his birthday. We had fun, thats all that matters, right?" I looked over at him, "Yea, I guess." i sighed. Within two minutes we were at Pick-a-Pastry.

On the way back, I stopped to get some candles. "Can you carry the drinks?" I asked Liam. "Yea." I loved how 5 years later, all the guys still had their good looks.

"Mommy!" Iris said running to me, "What did you get for the store?" I picked her up and showed her the breakfast sandwiches and donuts. "I got your favorite." I pulled out a separate bag with three donut balls. One with pink frosting and sprinkles, another with blueberries, and the last with chocolate frosting. "Tank you." I put her at her kids' table and poured some apple juice. "Say your blessing." She bowed her head and prayed. "Zayn, come in the kitchen. I got breakfast." he came running in the kitchen, sober. "You feel better." I said rubbing his back. "Yea, the headache medicine really helped. Thanks."

It was only noon, I could tell today was going to be a long one.