Protection 2 [Zarry Family]

8

The next weekend, Zayn and Harry left the boys with Zayn's mum while they went and picked out a new vehicle.

One meant for a family of five, soon to be six.

"This is sexy." Harry chuckled, looking around the inside of the van.

They decided to look at a black one, since Zayn liked black cars.

Harry wanted a white one, but Zayn claimed he didn't want to be seen in a white van.

He had something against white vehicles, it seemed like.

Harry knew better than to argue with Zayn when he was pregnant, so black it was.

"I love it." Zayn smiled, looking at all the room.

"You do?" Harry asked, remembering how Zayn didn't seem too keen on switching to a van.

"Yeah. I never thought I'd be here, you know? With kids and a husband. So...it's perfect." Zayn smiled warmly.

Harry smiled at him, wanting to crawl across the driver's seat and kiss him.

"Let's get this one." Harry said, closing the door.

After what seemed like ages of paperwork, Harry was handed the keys.

Niall, who had driven them here in the first place, happily left and went to go get Violet.

"I think the boys will like this." Zayn commented as Harry drove the new van back to Zayn's mum's.

"Yeah, it'll be their new dining table and playground." Harry said, knowing he'd have to vaccum it out probably twice a week.

"True." Zayn smiled, rubbing his stomach.

It wasn't that big yet, of course, but he still liked to rub it.

"So um, I've been thinking about names." Harry said, noticing Zayn's actions.

"Harry, we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl." Zayn chuckled.

"It's a girl, I can feel it." Harry smiled.

"Fine, what's her name?" Zayn asked.

"Grace." Harry said.

"Grace." Zayn echoed, tasting the name.

"And we can call her Gracie." Harry added.

"I'll think about it." Zayn said.

"D'you have any ideas?" Harry asked, slightly offended.

He thought the name was perfect.

"Not really, no." Zayn said casually.

"Then it's Gracie." Harry nodded.

"No, Grace is on the table. We've got nine months Harry, relax." Zayn chuckled at how tense Harry seemed.

"I know, I know. I just can't wait." Harry said, eventually smiling.

Zayn smiled back at him, imagining what their daughter would look like.

He knew she'd be the most beautiful baby girl in the world.

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It was exactly 2:04am when Harry began to wake up, a small voice bringing him into consciousness.

"Daddy?" He heard one of the boys ask.

He knew it wasn't Flynn because the voice sounded too small.

It was either Dylan or Sam.

"Hm?" Harry grunted, barely awake.

"I had an accident." The boy said.