Zayn's POV It's Mother's Day and I'm up late with my five year old daughter Amalia trying to bake a cake for Y/N. It's not going so well.
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"Daddy are we almost done? I'm tired", Amalia said in a tried voice. "I think so babygirl", I said, also in a tired voice. We finished and went to bed.
Y/N's POV I woke up with my beautiful husband Zayn, hands around my waist, cuddling me, he looked so adorable, and as much as I wanted to be a creep and look at his beautiful face I was starving. I quietly walked to Amalia's room to check on my babygirl. Sound asleep. As soon as I get downstairs into the kitchen, I screamed, I just screamed from the mess that was in my kitchen. Zayn and Amalia came running down the stairs from my scream. Both asking what was wrong but then stopped themselves when they saw the kitchen. "Uh-oh" they both said. " Uh-oh is right, how could you be so irresponsible? This kitchen is a mess, and Amalia could've gotten hurt, a-," I stopped my rant once I saw the cake they were bringing out.
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Even though I didn't want to I already had tears in my eyes. Zayn saw my tears and made it worse by saying "Happy Mother's Day." I still love them. My babies.
