"My Sweet Little Baby Boy"
"No Daddy I'm your Baby Girl"
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Liam's life as a businessman gets kind of lonely so he decided to look online for a baby to take care of a when he does he finds the most adorable boy ever but when gets...
A few days later I brought Zayn home and I couldn't be happier.
"Is this mister Liam's house?" The raven-haired boy asked (In the media)
"Yeah but it's your house too now." I responded to him "come on I'll show you to your room." And picked him and put him my hip carrying him upstairs stopping at a pink door I put him down and he looked up at me with big eyes
"Open it." I told him and looked at the door and slowly opened it when he did he gasped
"This is my room?" the raven-haired boy asked
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"Yeah, it's all yours." I said smiling Soon he jumped in my arms it caught me off guard but when I caught him his legs were wrapped around my waist and hands around my neck
"Thank you daddy." he said into my neck
I was surprised by what he called me
"Did you just call me Daddy?"
"Yeah, I learned that is what you call a man who takes care of you. You're going to take care of me right?" he said looking at me with those big hazel eyes
"Yeah, I'm going to take care of you. Why don't you stay here and play with your toys and I'll make us dinner?"
"Okay, Daddy." I watched him carefully climbed the ladder to where his toys where
I walked downstairs and started cooking dinner I didn't know what Zayn liked so I made chicken strips and white rice.
~30 minutes later~
I walked up to zayn's room and found Zayn still playing with his toys
"Zayn dinner is ready."
"Okay Daddy"
I watched him climb down the ladder he was about halfway down when he slipped I ran over and caught him
He had this scared look on his face and both hands gripped tight on my shirt
"Are you okay baby?" I asked the raven-haired boy
"Yeah I'm okay Daddy"
"How 'bout I carry you downstairs?"
"Okay" I carried him down the stairs and into the kitchen placing him onto the chair
I placed the food in front of Zayn
"What do you want to drink sweetheart"
"I want apple juice." the hazel-eyed boy said
I brought him his apple juice and sat beside him
I didn't really eat I was watching Zayn eat it was adorable how he ate but it was turning into a mess rice in his lap ketchup was all over his face and some of his juice spilled on the floor
