Christmas Eve
Zayn: "Everyone settle down, it’s story time."All three of your rowdy boys looked to their daddy. They each had his caramel skin and dark, inky hair. Their eyes were yours though, bright and blue. They looked to you now as you came to stand behind Zayn, your hands on his shoulders. They had told you both that they were too excited for sleep, that Santa was coming and they couldn’t POSSIBLY go to bed now. "Do as your daddy says." They listened to Zayn- sometimes. But you were the iron fist that kept all these craY boys in order. They begrudgingly settled into their beds, they matching Christmas pajama on. "The night before Christmas!" The eldest read, excitement and joy in his eyes. You smiled, your entire universe in this room. You may be the only female, but each of your boys was utterly devoted to you, especially Zayn. “‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a…" he trailed off, letting the boys answer. "MOUSE!" They all screamed together laughing. "Good job guys," Zayns hand covered yours as it rested on his shoulder. On the story went, him reading and them screaming. Finally, they passed out and Zayn brought you downstairs. You say together as husband and wife, still as madly in love as you were day one, drinking wine and cuddling by the fire. "Happy Christmas, love." He said lips on your forehead. Three great kids and an adoring wife- life couldn’t be any better.
