Zephaniah // z.m

Seventy one

Zayn

"And here.. the ears," I said quietly, my eyebrows furrowed as I was focused on the sheet of paper in front of me, my pencil moving freely in my hand. "Last but not least?"

"The n-nose, baba!" Zephaniah squealed, standing onto his chair in excitement as he watched me finish the dog drawing he would color in. His hands flapped rapidly, this time only because he was really happy, which made me feel warm.

I smiled, looking up at him. "Yeah! You're totally right," I mumbled, the smile still present as I drew the dog's nose, feeling Zephaniah's little hands on my shoulder as he leaned down and watched me draw.

"Finito!" I cheered, shoving the drawing towards him after I had instructed him to sit down on the chair again.

Zephaniah smiled brightly, but his expression slowly turned into pure confusion. "Fi-finito?" He whispered, intensely looking at me as he waited for me to elaborate.

"It means finished, buddy." I chuckled, laying my hand down on his back, softly patting it.

"Okay, f-finito," Zephaniah leaned in and gave me a short kiss on my lips, getting comfortable onto his seat after that. "Thanks you, d-daddy for drawing for m-mme."

"You're most welcome, Zeph." I smiled, watching him as he laid down all of his colors the same way, top down, and bottom of the colors up for some reasons.

He picked out a brown one and started to color its hair, his tongue moving around his mouth in concentration.

I couldn't help but ruffle his black feathered hair, watching him as he colored in my drawing, whilst I was sipping on my hot tea.

It was Sunday today, which meant me and Zephaniah could sleep in, sort of, as Zephaniah never really slept in, and we could just relax, meaning I'd do whatever he was feeling like.

I had simply slipped on some sweats and a white T-shirt, Zephaniah wanting a similar outfit so I had put on his dark green joggers, the white shirt with yellow lion heads on it completing his outfit.

The dirty laundry was currently being washed, the clean but still wet laundry already hung up and I managed to vacuum the house in less than an hour. I didn't know where I got the energy from- as the moment I woke up, because of Zephaniah's singing, I didn't feel like doing anything but lay in bed.

That was just Zephaniah's effect. He unconsciously forced me to be productive. He needed a neat room, a clean house and clean clothes. He taught me how to be responsible and I'd be sure if I didn't have him- I'd still be doing things I shouldn't be doing.

Stretching out my arms, a few bones snapped while a yawn left my mouth. Zephaniah shivered at the sound of my snapping bones, glancing at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

I chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Hi, cutie."

"Baba," Zephaniah whined a little, "Am cool, not c-cute."

"Oh, right. You're very cool," I squeezed him into my embrace and hugged him close, pressing kisses all over his face.

Zephaniah shrieked and tried to get out of my grip, laughing loudly as every time he thought he was almost out of it- I'd pull him back.

Placing him back on his own seat after a while, I stared at his feet, feeling how cold they were as I cupped his foot in my hands. "Don't you ever get cold feet, Zeph?" I wondered, referring to the fact that he never wore socks.

Zephaniah shook his head, looking at me. "Feel not c-cold, baba. I do not w-wwant socks."

"Whatever floats your boat," I shrugged, chuckling when I saw his, once again, confused expression. This time I was just asking for it, purposefully wanting to see that cute expression of his.