The Malik Triplets

Chapter 23: Getting Ready

Perrie's P.O.V

I finished adjusting my bowler hat on my head, trying to avoid messing up my blonde and hot pink hair. Today had been eventful after the Ellen Show. Fans had crowded around the building and our car, screaming out of excitement. It took forever to get one block away, never mind how long it took to get home to get ready for tonight.

We're having a killer party to celebrate the girls being announced as our daughters. Zayn and I had invited our families, friends, our crew members and people we have meet throughout One Direction and Little Mix, like the X Factor contestants we still kept in touch with.

I tugged at the hem of my tight, white, spaghetti strap top that stopped just under my belly button, trying to straighten it out. The black fishtail skirt I'm wearing stops about my knees at the front, and touches the ground at the back when I don't have my shoes on.

"I think I want to dye my hair back to blonde again" I blurt out, tugging at the hot pink ends of my hair.

Zayn appears in the doorway wearing a white fitted top, dark brown leather jacket and black skinny jeans. He stares at his reflection, fixing his own hair.

"I think you'll look perfect either way" I blush at his statement.

Zayn leant in and kissed my lips with such passion and adoration. He deepened the kiss by forcing his tongue into my mouth, rediscovering places he's been before. His hands travel to my exposed waist, pulling me closer and moaning at the satisfaction of me being pressed tightly to his body.

"Perrie?" One of the girls knocked on our closed bedroom door.

Zayn grunts quietly at the interruption, unlocking his lips from mine.

"The price of having kids" he mutters.

I slap his chest laughing and walking into our room, lifting the back of my skirt so I don't trip on it. I open the door to reveal Kyra in the baby doll style, white dress that has a pattern made out of lace at the ever bottom. It only reached an inch before her knees.

"Yeah, baby?" I smile down at my daughter.

"I was wondering, if you had some time, to possible curl the rest of my hair?"

"Yeah, sure. We'll just kick Zayn out of the bathroom"

I take her hand leading her into the connected bathroom. I stood her in front of the mirror and turned on the curling iron.

"Perrie, why did you choose a dress so short?" Zayn scolded me.

"Because it's cute" I whined back, rubbing the fabric of Kyra's dress between my fingers.

"I have white cotton shorts on underneath" Kyra assures him.

He smiled at our youngest daughter and placed a kiss on her forehead as I part her hair, preparing to curl it.

"Good" he mumbles.

"Besides, the other two are wearing dresses shorter than me" Kyra laughs.

"What?" Zayn storms out of the room, leaving Kyra and I in a fit of giggles.

Honestly, what I chose for the girls wasn't that bad. It's just that they had pretty long legs compared to their torsos, so the dresses I chose look short on them. I had chosen a purple halter neck dress for Vexi, that had a lovely white and silver beaded pattern at the bust. Letty was wearing a black, open sleeve dress that hugged her wrists and hung lightly on her shoulders and off her body, ended an inch or two bellow her bum. I thought they looked nice but made them look a little more adult for this event.