I love you guys. Everytime I look at this book, the reads go up. It might be going up very slowly, but it is still moe than the day before.
Harry's POV
"DAD?" Emma screams from upstairs.
"What?" Zayn yells back from his spot on the couch.
"NOT YOU! THE OTHER ONE."
"What?" I laugh. When she turned thirteen, she decided she was going to call us both 'Dad' and not desipher who she is actually calling for.
"Come here!" I walk upstairs and into my daughter's room.
"Will you braid my hair?"
"Of course, I do every other day of the week." I smile and grab the brush from the top of her dresser.
"Now what do you really want?" I ask as I start braiding her hair. "You never want me to do your hair on Saturdays."
"I want a little brother." She states bodly.
"You couldn't ask your Dad?"
"Techniacally I am asking my Dad."
"Yo uare such a smart ass." I roll my eyes. "You're fifteen, you should love being an only child. And for the record he is more likely to yes to you than he is to say yes to me."
"Please just aks him?" SHe pleads.
"Fine," I sigh as I finish braiding her long hair. She thanks me and I walk back downstairs and sit next to Zayn.
"What did she want?" He tears his vision away from Tv.
"A brother."
"W-What? Really?" He sputters.
"Yup." I nod my head. He stares at me blankly.
"Are you sure that's what she said?"
"No she may have said 'crackers'." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, that's much more relieving."
"Oh my god Zayn! She said She wants a brother!" I exclaim.
"Damn, I was hoping to avoid this." He mumbles.
"Zayn, come on. I would love to have a son! Wouldn't you? You could teach him how to fight, or play sports, or sing, or hell teach him how to do anything. We could be the perfect little family. Two parents, two kids, one boy one girl." I try to convince him.
"Yes, I would love to have another kid, but is it really the best time to do so?"
"It has been fifteen years since we got Emma."
"Fine," Wow, he gave up really easily.
"Really?" Emma squels, running down the stairs. She runs to the couch and hugs Zayn.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you." She repeats.
"Love you too." He smiles.
"When can we go look at him."
"Tomorrow."
~~The next day~~
It was seven in the morning when my fifteen year old daughter who is 'to cool for her dads' came jumping into the bedroom and flung herself onto our bed.
"Why are you guys cuddling? That's gross."
"This is how we have slept since I was 16." I inform her.
