My Favorite Bartender

Chapter 2

Harper and Parker wake me in the morning by coming into my bedroom and jumping on me. "Papa! Papa! Can we eat waffels with berries?" the ask in unison.

Cracking my eyes open to look at my beautiful babies. Harper and Parker both have blond hair but Harper's is curly and to her shoulders while Parker's is short. Harper and Parker have brown eyes and both are very slim but they take after Zayn in height and body size and not me. I'm shorter than Zayn, as I stand at 5 feet 7 inches and Zayn is 6 feet 1 inch; I'm slightly curvy and have an arse.

"Of course you can, my little loves," I say causing them to squeal in excitment. They have healthy appitiets as well.

"Come on then, let's make breakfast," I say causing them to climb off me and onto the floor quickly. They love helping either myself or Liam cook.

As I pull out the ingriedents for breafast, setting the food on the counter as they pull out pull out bowls and utentsils I can't help but smile. My two little angels bring me such joy and happiness in everything they do.

"Were you both good for Uncle Liam last night?" I ask as I hand the whisk to Parker because it's his turn to whisk the batter. Harper had the task of putting all the ingredients into the bowl. I love weekends because the three of us and Liam (if he doesn't have plans) spend Saturday and Sunday's together.

Harper and Parker nod as they help me. "Yes Papa, we good."

Smiling at them as I scoop padder onto the hot pan on the stove, they know to stay back while either Liam or I are cooking on the stove or in the oven. "Good babies, thank you."

Both of them giggle at me. "We'come, Papa," they say in unision.

Twenty minutes later, the three of us are sitting down having breakfast together as Liam stumbles out his room, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Morning Tomlinson's," he mumbles as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the maker. I had made twelve cups knowing that Liam will drink most of it. He drinks quite a bit of coffee, especially on weekends.

"Morning mate," I answer him as I stand to make his plate after pulling out the food I made for him from the oven to keep it warm.

"Morning Unkie Li," Harper and Parker tell him in unision. They tend to do that quite a bit.

"Morning Parker, morning Harper," Liam tells them with a kiss on top of each of their heads.

"How was work last night, Lou?" he asks sitting next to me since Harper and Parker insist on sitting next to each other at every meal.

"Good, strange but good," I tell him as I finish off my food causing him to raise any eyebrow at me in question since he has food in his mouth.

Sighing as I stand to wipe the stickiness off of my kids as I ask Liam, "Do you know a popstar named Harry Styles?"

He raises an eyebrow at me in shock. "I take it you don't?" Shaking my head at him he continues, "Yes, I do, he's an up and coming new popstar, he has out two albums and new one that's supposed to be released next year and then he's going to start touring shortly after that to promot the new album."

I forgot to mention Liam is a song writer and works with several different music artists and I can't keep track of who he's wrote songs for either. Obviously he's excellent at his job since that's the only job he has and can pay half of everything here and still have plently of money left over. Some of that goes into a savings and the other he uses for other stuff.

"Is he any good, his songs I mean?" I ask shyly as my face heats up from embarressment.

Liam nods as he finishes off his breakfast before standing to place his dishes in the sink before refilling his coffee mug. "Yes, he's excellent and so is he as a person. He's very down to earth and not like some who think they're gods becuase they're in the music industry."