Baby "Jayn"

"Staaaahp"

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[Louis]

Zayn splashed water on him with a laugh, his small nose scrunching up as a few drops hit him as well. Louis gasped and threw the purple duck at him. "You're going to pay for that!"

After talking to the boys, Louis forced Zayn to stop sulking and 'help' him pack. The toddler found it interesting and he started packing all his toys, though Louis told him he couldn't bring everything considering they were flying commercial.

And now, two hours later, Louis was sitting in shorts in the bathtub while Zayn played in the water, the two having a bath. Zayn grinned up at him and lifted a soapy hand, wiggling his fingers. Louis tried to hide his amusement. "Za-"

He didn't get to finish as Zayn splayed his foamy fingers against his face, grinning mischievously. Louis reached out and grabbed him by the waist, tickling him. Zayn let out squeals as he tried to break free, throwing ducks on him. One hit Louis on the nose and he huffed, letting go. "Lucky shot."

Zayn lifted the green duck up and shook his head, turning to it. "Bad bad Louis, wight Hawwy?" He turned down to look at the purple duck, his face filled with surprise as if it had just quacked. "You mad on Louis too, Liam?"

"Stop naming the ducks after the boys," Louis whined. "It creeps me out."

Zayn grinned evilly and lifted up the red duck to his face, squeezing it so water squirted on Louis' face. "Niall pee on you."

"You little fucker," Louis mumbled under his breath and splashed him back with water. Zayn gasped and sputtered. "Louis!"

Louis laughed and picked the baby shampoo from the stand. "Yup, that's me. Come on, let's go get ready." Zayn scooted forward and Louis ruffled his wet hair, massaging the shampoo in his little scalp.

"We going on plane," the little boy told the ducks with a serious nod. "Louis, can ducks come with?"

Louis snorted as he lathed his hair. "No. You're already taking so many things with you. And we're going to shop a lot in Doncaster."

"We going to Don't-kast-ew?" Zayn wondered, scrunching his face. He lifted his hands to cover his eyes. "Louis! Shampoo!" He said panicked and Louis chuckled, spraying water on the boy's face as the shampoo drippped down from his hair. "Oops. Cover your eyes."

He poured water down on his head, and quickly rubbed him with shower gel, doing the same for himself. He then put on his bathrobe and picked Zayn's off the hanger. The boy stood shivering in the bathtub, teeth chattering. Louis wrapped him in the bathrobe and kissed his wet cheeks, Zayn's eyelashes heavy with water. He smelled of apples. Louis couldn't help but squeeze his face. Zayn pouted. "Staaaahp."

"I won't staaahp," Louis said, making a funny face as he lifted him up. "You smell like apples."

Zayn sniffed his chest and then his hands. He gasped as he looked at the wrinkled skin on his fingers. "Louis, look, it happen again."

"That's because you've been in the water too long," Louis told him, setting him down on the counter as he pulled out their clothes. He ruffled his own wet hair, splattering the walls with water.

Zayn swung his legs, inspecting his fingers closely. "I'm hungwy," he told him, still engrossed in the shape of his fingers. Louis nodded and walked back to him with his clothes. "We can grab pizza on the way."

Zayn's eyes lit up on that and after getting changed, they both exited the bathroom. Zayn was about to bolt to his room to pack Ziam, but Louis grabbed him and set him on the bed in Niall's room. He pulled out the hairdryer. "It's cold outside," he said, turning it on. Zayn hated the hairdryer. He was so impatient, they could never dry his hair completely without him bouncing out of the room. As expected, he sighed and crossed his arms, begrudgingly letting Louis fan his hair. Zayn whined and pulled away two minutes in, the tip of his hair still wet. He jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.