Zayn's POV
"Hell-ooooooooo, anyone home?"
You would think I would have learned from the apartment days not to give Harry a spare key. But no. No, I didn't.
"Morning, Mar. You ready for preschool today? Guess what! Uncle Harry's going to be working at your schoo-" I hear Harry through the crack of the bedroom door.
"Harry. I cannot talk right now. I have to tell my mummy or daddy dat Li Li is awake and she needs a new pull up. I'll see you in one minute Harry." This fucking kid; he's too much. But it's funny as fuck.
"Mummy," he whispers, as I hear a set of little feet pitter-pattering across the carpet. "Mummy."
I roll over, where I can vaguely see Marley approaching the bed. "What's up Mar?" I croak, pretending not to know what he's come in for.
"Daddy, I went to check on Li Li in her room. And she was standing up in her crib. And she wants to get out because her pull up is wet."
"Well aren't you the best big brother," I find myself smiling as I sit up. Charlie's still out like a light, curling in further on herself. Slinging the covers off myself, I stand up before rummaging around for some sweats to throw on. "Thanks a lot buddy."
"It's okay, daddy," Mar says. "I can go with you to help?"
"Yeah, come o-"
"I can't believe I just got fu-clucking rejected by a three year old," Harry announces as he enters the room. And him being him, he takes it upon himself to take my spot on the bed. "Oh don't look at me like that, I'm not gonna get fresh with your lady." He crosses his arms behind his neck and closes his eyes "And speaking of ladies, how'd the tour with the wannabe Kim Kardashian go?"
"Harry," I snap. "Don't be rude. What the hell did she do to you? You were being such a dick yesterday."
"Speaking of dicks, just...don't fuck up." He opens his eyes. "I'm being serious. You two have made it too far for you to think with your di-"
"Don't," I snap once more. "I love Charlie; she's it for me, man. She's a good girl-the best. And you of all people should know that." I raise my eyebrows at him as my son grabs a hold of my hand. "Now lead the way to the soggy diaper, Mar."
"Charlie, you naughty girl," I hear Harry say, as we head out. "No touching. Boyfriend'll be right back. And you can touch him all you want." And at this point, I doubt she even questions why Harry's in the bed with her.
Marley and I make our way to Liyana's room, entering just as she begins to whimper. "Da-ddy." Her small chubby arms are already raised in the air as I get to the crib. "Out."
"You have to wait one minute, Li Li. You need a new pull up. Daddy I can get her one." He goes over to the changing station, getting everything we need. This kid's way too fucking smart. I'll take credit.
"Hang on, Li. Let's get you out of this wet shit." God, I can't wait for her to be potty trained. She's not quite ready yet, but hopefully soon. I pull down the pull up (that's fucking drenched) before wiping her, putting on some powder, and sliding up the new one. "You can hang out in this for now until bath time."
She brings her fingers to her mouth. "What the hell's going on with your pig tails?" I laugh as she pouts. "Oh you're mad? I pissed you off?" She's pouting some more. "Sorry, baby." But they're literally sticking straight up in the fucking air. She giggles eventually as I tickle her stomach, her little button nose scrunching, as well as her eyes-so much so that they look like they're shut.
Now what time is it? I should probably start getting Mar ready for school. Yesterday was his first day and Charlie said the teacher told her he took it well, compared to how most kids do. It's not technically preschool yet, since that doesn't officially start until September. This is like a Summer program that's supposed to ease him into preschool a little bit better; I guess make the adjustment run smoother.
