1D sickfics

Him and your child are sick: Zayn

Here's another one of him and your child have a stomach bug for Zayn

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You and Zayn's kids

Ashley (9)

Lucy (13)

Ally (15)

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Zayn's p.o.v.

"Daddy? Daddy wake up," I recognized the voice of my daughter, Ashley

"What is it sweetie? Can Mommy help cause Daddies sick," I said, willing myself not to throw up on her.

Without waiting for an answer I reached over and shook (y/n). "Hun? Ashely needs you," I said, falling back down on the bed, rubbing my churning stomach.

"What is it sweetie?" she asked Ashley.

"My tummy hurts," Ashley sniffed.

"Oh honey! Daddy's tummy hurts too baby, that's why he couldn't help you.

"Mommy," Ashley said warningly.

"Okay Ash, let's go to the bathroom," she gave me a small smile as she walked Ashley out of our bedroom.

I get tears welling in my eyes as a burp escaped my mouth. I knew what was coming next. Shakily, I stood up and staggered to the bathroom, holding my stomach.

I was terrified of... well, you know. It made me afraid of my own body and it was so disgusting and painful and ugh.

I knelt down in front of the toilet, taking a deep breath. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and cursed myself for being such a baby. I'm a grown man, I should be able to handle this by myself.

"Z, you okay?" (y/n)'s voice came from the door.

"Yeah," I said, my voice barely audible.

She bit her lip, obviously not believing me. She sighed.

"Let me go get Ally up, I'll be back," she promised. As soon as she left I felt last nights dinner working its way up my throat.

I let our a strangled sob, which only made me feel the need to, you know, more strongly. I burped again and everything came pouring out of my mouth.

In between bouts, I sobbed into my t-shirt, no longer caring how much of a baby I was.

Then there was somebody beside me, rubbing my back, pulling me close to them.

"You're okay Z, it's alright. Just relax," her voice soothed me, and soon I was reduced to light hiccuping.

When I was sure I was finished, she helped me back to the bedroom and helped me fall asleep again to sleep off whatever was in my system.

"How's Ashley?" I asked weakly.

"I had Ally sit with her for some 'real medical experience' and she's back asleep now. Ally wants to be a pediatrician.

"If she gets up again I'll try not to wake you up," she said, but I was already almost asleep.