Their Baby Girl

Bathtime

Melanie

So I guess these two are my daddies. At least that's what they call each other. To be precise, the one with black hair is papa and the one with brown hair is daddy. They seem alright and daddy smells good. Laying against his warm chest eating was better than drinking from a bottle.

While my daddies eat their breakfast, I focus on the soft toy one of them gave me. I believe it was "daddy" that handed it to me.

I really don't want to sit here but I guess I'll be nice and let them eat in peace. But I hope they don't expect this good behavior all the time because let's face it, it's not happening. They wanted an infant so that's what they're getting.

I chew on the head of the stuffed toy I was given. My gums feel sore and it helps putting pressure on them.

I jump out of my trance when someone raises their voice suddenly. My lower lip wobbles and I look to the source of the noise which seems like it came from papa. He can be scary when he yells. Like last night when he got mad at me for screaming.

His face softens when he sees me looking at him. He tugs at the toy I'm trying to hang onto without access to my hands. I am able to keep a grip on it and I smile at my success.

After a few minutes, daddy gets up and leaves the table. I frown and follow him with my eyes until he's out of sight. Where is he going? I wanna go.

Papa grabs my toy once again, turning my attention onto him. He talks to me for a second but I don't make much sense of what he's saying.

He stands up a moment later and undoes the buckle located at my waist. My eyes widen and I drop the toy I had while kicking my feet. Yay! I'm getting out!

Daddy comes back in and they look at me and grin. I get frustrated that neither of them are picking me up. I stretch my arms out and make my unhappiness known.

Finally, papa takes pity on me and lifts me to his shoulder.

We follow daddy into the kitchen where I have a chance to look around. Every room we've been in has been huge. It's a little scary to be honest.

Before I have a chance to think about that more, someone kisses me on the head and then I hear a word that sounds familiar... "bath."

I can't picture what that is but it sounds like I've heard it before.

We head toward the stairs and I look back at daddy who smiles at me and gently rubs my hand that is resting on papa's shoulder.

We are suddenly back in the room I was in this morning.

I feel a hand on my head and neck and one on my bottom and I find myself laid back down in the bed that I slept in. Whoa! Wait a minute.

I immediately get upset and start wailing. I may not remember what a bath is but I know this isn't it. This is a bed and I'm NOT sleepy.

I feel a binky popped into my mouth but I spit it out to the side and continue shrieking.

Liam

I watch as Zayn leans over and lays Melanie down on her back in the bassinet. Melanie is far from thrilled with this decision and starts crying on cue as soon as Zayn releases her.

Zayn arches an eyebrow at her, clearly not impressed and walks into our en suite bathroom leaving her to shriek.

My heart breaks for her as she continues wailing. I take a step towards her and I hear Zayn pipe up.

"Liam don't. She needs to learn she cannot be held all the time."

I try to talk over Melanie's loud cries which proves to be quite difficult.