Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

For the happiest year of my life..

June Twentieth, two thousand and twenty one.. the day that their baby boy turns one. A whole year since the most terrifying yet exciting experience of Zayn's life. He remembers that morning so clearly, the pain, the tears, the panic .. but it was all worth it when he finally felt his son placed on his chest.

Everything in his world just clicked together, sure he had a slight wobble in the beginning.. but doesn't every new parent? Now he could say he was happy and content with his life. Being a parent was a blessing he never knew he needed . Having Harry was just an added bonus . They had the perfect little family.

"He's one Haz." Zayn choked out, eyes locked on his sons still sleeping form.

"I know..." Harry sighed, his own eyes watering . "We made it huh?"

"Yeah we did, we actually did." Zayn giggled softly.

"Why are we awake before him? It's eight thirty." Harry chuckled .

"Because we're more excited than he is ... he doesn't have a clue what's goin' on." The younger lad replied .

"Straight facts ... wish he'd wake up though, want to give im' his presents now." Harry pouted.

"Don't pout, he'll be up when he's ready! Let's just go av' some breakie ay?" Zayn suggested.

"Hmm sounds good, can you believe this time a year ago you was in labour? Like you was literally crawling the living room floor."

"Don't remind me, not me finest hour."

"I was so proud of you, like genuinely so proud." Harry told him, kissing his cheek.

"I was proud of meself not goin' to lie. Really thought I wouldn't be able to av' him."  Zayn informed him with a shrug.

"Well you did and he's absolutely prefect!"

"That he is , look at him Haz, just so snug and cute." Zayn cooed.

"He does look extra snug today." Harry agreed , smiling as his son flinched cutely, snuggling further into his blankets.

"It's the new blanket my dad got him, it's so fluffy, was tempted to take it for meself."  Zayn chuckled fondly.

"Typical Zaynie behaviour." Harry stated rolling his eyes.

"Oi! I didn't actually take it dickhead."

"That's a quid in the jar!" Harry gasped.

"He's asleep! It doesn't count!" Zayn pouted.

Harry hummed, smirking as he stretched his arms above his head . Standing up from the bed as Zayn watched him intently.
"Fucker." Zayn whispered.

"What was that?" Harry asked playing dumb .

"You know exactly what you're doin' Harold! Stop it we have a one year old in the room! No quickies for us." Zayn scolded.

"Get ya' mind out of the gutter! As if you'd even think like that!" Harry scoffed, smirking.

"You irritate me." Zayn grumbled, standing from the bed himself.

"You loveeee me." Harry quipped.

"Luckily otherwise I would of decked ya' for that." Zayn chirped.

"Ouch! No pancakes for you." The older lad stated, grabbing a pair of jogging bottoms.

"Whyyy?! You started it!" Zayn whined.