Adopted

Happy Meal

"You okay?"

"Dizz dizz, Papa," he whines.

Zayn chuckles, "That's why you get for trying to use a rocker as a spaceship!"

"Wanna go to space!"

He leads Harry over to the changing table and pulls his shorts off.

"Papa?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Next summer, c'n we go to space," he asks with hopeful eyes.

"You mean on holiday," Zayn asks, playing into what his baby is saying. Harry nods. "Don't think so, Honey. Space is too far away! Plus they wouldn't let Roger come with.

Harry shivers as the cold wipe is slipped between his cheeks. "Oh," he says sadly. "Don't wanna weave Woger. He wikes to have fun."

"I know where we can go," Zayn says as he powders over the boy's lower section. "We can go to an island! No city lights or anything! You can see so many stars," he says, trying his best to excite the boy.

"Mowe stars?!" Zayn nods and pulls the front of the new nappy up and tapes it around Harry's hips. "Bajillions of stars! Papa, wanna go there!"

Harry let's his Papa help him off the table and he stands in the middle of the nursery in just his nappy, socks, and jumper for a few minutes while Zayn is in the closet.

Zayn comes out with some fleece-lined leggings that will keep the boy warmer than normal ones would. "I'll tell you what, I'll talk to Daddy and ask him what he thinks about a little trip in the summer. And if he agrees, you can help me pick the island."

Harry gasps and wraps his arms around Zayn. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!'

Zayn smiles and kisses Harry between his brows. "Anything for you, Honey. But now you need to be a good boy and let me put your bottoms on.

Harry nods and backs away. Zayn kneels and helps Harry slides his feet though the leg holes before pulling the fabric up and over his nappy. The boy smiles at the warmth on his legs.

"Ready, Freddie?"

Harry furrows his brows in confusion. "Who's Fweddie?"

Zayn chuckles and picks the boy up. "No one, Love. Just an expression."

Harry clings tight to the man as he brings him down the stairs, through the house and into the entryway. Harry is sat down on the chair as Zayn collects shoes and a jacket for the both of them from the closet. He also opens the safe and grabs his keys and wallet.

He kneels before Harry and helps slide the boys UGG boots on and buttons up his Burberry coat. None of the other parents in the community understand why Liam and Zayn buy such expensive things for their littles, but the two men want to treat their babies like royalty. So if that means buying them €1400 jackets, then so be it. They have more than enough money.

"There you go, Angel. All nice and snuggly," he says as he buttons his own coat.

"Hot, Papa," he whines, tugging at the collar of his coat.

"Shhhhh, we'll be outside soon. And the weather man said it's chilly out today!"

They hold each other's hands and walk back through the house until they reach the garage. They're using Liam's car as Zayn still hasn't put car seats in his own. Zayn puts Harry in his car seat and then gets in the front.

Harry watches in awe as the garage door goes up. He still has no idea how it always goes up when his daddies get in the front seat because he's never seen them press the little button on their key chains.