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Sick Malik's

Your daughter was settled against your chest, her eyes tightly closed and her small fist curled within the material of your shirt. At just 3 months old, she was now prone to chronic ear infections and snuffling noses, along with sickness and a cough. At this moment, she was suffering from an ear infection, not a bad one just a slightly painful one that would cause her to whine, moan and cry every time she moved her tiny head. At 25, Zayn and youself were prone to pretty much any illness floating in the air. This time around being the common cold; with Zayn suffering 'man flu' as he liked to call it. He'd fallen ill one morning after hanging around with a sick Doniya the day before; a day where he had taken the poor girl shopping for groceries because he didn't know what Donaya kept in her fridge and freezer.

You had spent the day in the park with Cleo, and at three months old, she already loved the cold weather. You never thought much of it with her being dressed in a coat Trisha had brought her, and her Doncaster Roverstracksuit bottoms, with the number 28 on the side, given to you by Louis. You didn't think much about sticking a beanie on her head, or covering her ears up because you didn't think the worst could happen, however that backfired that night when she started to whine and cry every hour or so, and reaching for her ears.

With a sick Zayn in the house, a sick Cleo and sick you, it was impossible to look after each other. You could tell Zayn wanted to burst in tiredness as Cleo kept screaming, and he could tell you wanted to cry from the lack of energy you had. When he heard you sobbing in the bathroom one early morning, he took it upon himself to take care of the three of you even in his dead-looking state. He couldn't risk having Liam round because he would end up getting ill, and he didn't want to bring Louis around because there was a possibility that Zayn would scream in anger as the childish 26, nearly 27, year old messed around like a child.

He took it upon himself to make food, to get blankets, and he even made a quick stop at the local pharmacy to get the ear drops the doctor has over-the-phone-prescribed for Cleo. At that point, he felt like getting as many tablets and liquid medicine he could so he could get better and get back to work. However, he remembered with his fuzzy memory that an overdose of medicine and tablets was probably worse than what he was suffering right now.

All he had to say was thank you Doniya.

All you had to say was thank you weather.

And all Cleo had to say was thank you Mummy.

* *

After three days, Cleo had gotten better yet her cries were constantly there when she needed the attention of you or Zayn. Neither of you having the strength to get to her, and your hearts wrenching at the sound of her needy cries. You couldn't nurture her, and she was living on powdered formula milk rather than the milk from her own mother, and that killed you. That small breastfeeding moment you both shared together when you were sat in the rocking chair of her nursery was the only private bonding time you'd spend with Cleo throughout the day. With Zayn taking paternity leave from the work for the first year, he'd take care of her whilst you caught up on sleep or had a relaxing day out at the spa he'd booked you for.

The only option was to call Waliyha, Cleo's godmother. Because there was no way you nor Zayn could take care of a needy 3 month old baby in your dead states. His expression was light and happy as she stood at the front door of your home, a hoodie pulled over her head to cover her hair from the pouring rain. Her hand curled around the handle of the baby seat that Cleo was snuggled down and strapped into.

"Me and Cleo will be fine. I'll take her back to mine, give her some alcohol, and maybe let her smoke a joint. We'll have fun. Might take her to the pub a- Ow. I was joking, Malik. Jesus. Just like your husband you are," Wali teased, as you pushed her shoulder before handing her an overnight bag and a nappy bag. "I looked after my friends baby when I went back home, so I can handle my little goddaughter, okay? We'll be fine," she smiled, as she gave us a hug. Her body warm compared to your own.

"I'm hoping we'll be better by tomorrow. We haven't had a proper good night's sleep in a while. What with us being up coughing or to get to Cleo. It's dreadful," you muttered, as Wali looked you up and down and gave you a sympathetic smile. "If we're not better and still feeling drained, we'll give you a text and tell you. There's a few outfits packed in there just in case," you smiled, before coughing into your palms and groaning loudly.

"I got it, love. Get well soon, yeah? Me and Cleo love you," he grinned, pressing a kiss to your clammy forehead before turning on her head and rushing carefully to her car, opening the back door and locking your daughter down safely with the seat belt, soft whines being heard before she quietened her down and closed the door. "See you soon. Tell Z I wish him get well too."

* *

"C'mere baby. Come give me a cuddle," you mumbled, as he stumbled into the living room. His jumper hanging loosely down his body, the sleeves covering his hands, and his plaid pajama trousers nearly falling down his legs from where they were sat loosely on his hips. "I have F.R.I.E.N.D.S on and nothing beats watching that, cuddling under a blanket and sleeping," you smiled, holding your arm up and lifting the spare duvet up from the extra bedroom in the house. He moved swiftly from the bottom of the stairs to the sofa, falling down and immediately dropping his head to your shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips.

"S'Cleo at Wali's? She picked her up alright?" Zayn wondered, his voice low and raspy and cracking slight from his sore and raw throat. He leant forward for your untouched glass of water and took a soft swig from the rim, scared that if he took too much of a gulp then he'd be soon hunched over the toilet and spewing up whatever food he'd eaten previously. "She text me saying she was on her way, but, obviously didn't get it because I was asleep," he chuckled lowly, and squeezed you to his chest.

"She picked her up just fine. She text me saying she'd taken her out for a walk since it's cleared up, and she bumped into Liam and Cheryl so they went for a coffee together," you smiled, squeezing his knee and leaning over to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek. "How are you feeling? You've had a long nap, haven't you?" You smiled, reaching for the TV remote to pause whatever episode was playing on TV.

"M'feeling fine. Just, want some cuddles with my missus."

Clingy Zayn was your favourite. Throughout your years of dating, he'd never failed to show you public displays of affection. He'd always give you a kiss whenever you were seen in public, he'd hold your hand whenever you were stuck within a mob of paparazzi, and he wasn't afraid to show his horny side when you were at award shows or dinners with friends. He'd always have some way of showing you his love, and you couldn't complain about it one little bit. Being married to him for nearly a year and a half, and his PDA and clinginess had only gotten worse (but a good worse, of course).

"Cuddling is what us Malik's will do today, baby. Just me and you, and some Malik love, because those are my favourites."