Zephaniah // z.m

15. McDonald present

Hannah

"Should we do the drive through? Or the restaurant." Zayn mumbled as he glanced at me, then quickly focused back on the road after we had made eye contact, which made me sigh a little.

I shrugged, "I don't really mind. Should I ask Zephaniah?" When Zayn nodded, I turned over to Zephaniah, gaining his attention when I called his name. "Do you want to stay in the car while you get ice cream or do you want to sit inside?" I explained softly, observing his reaction.

Zephaniah thought about it for a while, then pressed his hand to his crotch. "I n-need to pee." He blushed.

"So the restaurant it is," I chuckled at him, my eyes squinting and I was so sure I saw the corner of Zayn's mouth slightly curl up, but of course he wouldn't show me for some reasons.

Once the car was parked at the McDonalds restaurant, we got out of the car and made our way inside, where we went up to the self service order screens. Surely he seemed not to be in the mood to talk.

"D-daddy, what's that?" Zephaniah pointed at the burgers on the order screen, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open as he stared at it.

"That's a burger. You can have it if you want, but I think it will hurt your mouth. Ice cream will cool your sore mouth." He explained slowly.

Zayn pressed on the ice cream section and his eyes roamed all over the screen before he turned his attention back to Zephaniah. "You can have a Mcflurry Oreo but it's a lot. I don't know if you can finish it. You can also have a Sundae. What do you want?" Zayn's voice was low and deep, but soft towards his son. "Please choose a Mcflurry. You'll give more than half of it to me at the end, anyway." He whispered the last part to himself, making me stifle a laugh.

"Loo, baba." He frowned deeply as his hand went down to his crotch again, making his father chuckle and glance my way.

"Can you go with him? He can do it himself, but he sometimes disappears into his stare-world and sits there for over an hour. I'll order. Want a Mcflurry?" Zayn looked at me, his smile faltering and I wondered what I had done wrong now.

I slowly nodded my head, "Yeah, that's fine. I'll take him then." I smiled at Zephaniah, who blushed, as always, in response.

Carefully laying my hand on his back, I guided him over to the toilet, where-luckily for him-one was unoccupied. Zephaniah closed the door and I waited in the doorstep, suddenly hearing his soft and still slightly high pitched voice.

"You can have a burger- burger, but I think it will hurt your mouth. Or a.. Mcflully with.. But it's much I do not- not think you can finish. Or a Sundae or a smoothie. It to cool your- your mouth." He went over Zayn's words once again as he probably still hadn't decided what to get and I couldn't help but smile at his innocence and purity.

It was a moment later when a guy came into the restroom and accidentally opened the door Zephaniah was in, revealing him sitting on the toilet. He looked at the guy with wide eyes as he tried to close the door, being pulled out of his own little world.

"Excuse me," The man apologised with a small chuckle as he closed the door again, a sheepish smile forming on my face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he didn't lock the door." I said sheepishly, but the guy waved it off. I patiently waited for Zephaniah to finish and once he did, he washed his hands and stared at the guy that had opened his door with a slight frown on his forehead.

He walked over to me when he saw me and he became silent once again. I sighed a little, wondering why he was still so quiet and shy with me, but it was all about patience.