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Grace

Zayn, our little girl and I are just sitting in the living room, watching the tele, cuddling like a family and I have to say that life couldn't get any better. We're watching Tangled and it's the first time our daughter has seen it. She just turned four so I think she's able to comprehend what's happening in it now enough to watch it. It's a classic and you should understand what you're watching and I'm glad that I waited until now cos she's getting really into the movie.

She left our lap a while ago and sat on the floor, wearing a little purple princess dress, staring mesmerizingly at the Tele. I just cuddle in closer to Zayn, grabbing his attention as he smiles at me. He soon leans down and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips, raising my happiness levels.

"I think that we did good babe," he tells me and my smile only grows.

"I know that we've done good. I mean, look at the way everything has turned out. We have our gorgeous little princess watching films with us which is something most parents can't say they have and we're happy. We've definitely done good," I lamely rant. I don't exactly know how to form the words saying to what extent of just how good we've done. Even after all these years, just being near Zayn can jumble my thoughts from time to time. He just laughs at me, giving me another kiss.

"Daddy?" Our little girl asks grabbing our attention.

"Yes princess?" He asks and she looks deep in thought.

"Pwunzel is a pwincess too and she paints the walls like daddy. Can I dwo it too?" She asks and I look over at Zayn who's eyes are lite with excitement.

"Course princess. Let's go," he says and swoops her up off of the ground as I laugh, following him to his art room that he saved for her, never knowing the day that she might become interested. He sets her down and grabs some paint, setting it down on the floor for her along with some brushes. He then impatiently stands next to me, watching her carefully.

"You okay? You're so tense," I say nudging him and he glances at me.

"What if she doesn't like painting Grace?" He asks me and I definitely didn't see the question coming. Neither of us realize that she's painting on the walls already.

"Zayn, if she has any piece of you in her she'll love painting and will probably start singing while she does just like you," I try to comfort him, but he just smiles at me unsure.

"But what if she's like you and can't sing or paint?" He questions and I smack him. He just laughs at me. I roll my eyes and look back at our daughter. She puts the paint brush down and bounces up and down in excitement, pulling us towards her painting.

"What'd you paint sweetie?" I ask her and she smiles.

"You, me and daddy," she smiles and I feel my heart warm at her words. Zayn smiles at me before picking up our daughter.

"I wanna paint more daddy!" She giggles as he starts smothering her in kisses. Zayn only decides to bring me in on the affair, spilli paint everywhere making for a fun night with my perfect family.

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