Liam's POV

After Zayn and I cheered Harry back up, Zayn sent Harry and I into the living room to play for a bit while he cooked dinner.

I wanted to help him, didn't want him having to do it all on his own, but of course he protested. Said that he could handle it and that I should go spend sometime with Harry.

Harry and I were currently sat in the family room watching Tarzan, one of his all time favorites. Zayn and I always joke around saying that Harry looks like Baby Tarzan when his curls are wet.

Harry of course finds it funny and "acts" out some of the movie scenes.

"Babe? Li could you come here please?" I heard Zayn ask.

"Yeah, be there in a sec," I answered back while placing Harry onto the couch.

"Be right back buddy, gonna go see what your mother wants," I said while placing a kiss onto his forehead.

"Daddy Harry want juice."

"Juice what?" sometimes he forgets to use his manners, so we'll have to remind him every once in awhile.

"Harry want juice, pwease."

"Of course baby. Daddy will be right back with your juice."

And with that I made my way towards our kitchen where I was immediately hit with a delicious array of spices.

I love Zayn's cooking. He's never made a dish that I have not liked.

"What's up baby? What'd you call me for?" I asked as I walked towards him.

"Oh Liam, didn't even hear you come in," he said while chuckling. "Babe think you can try this and let me know if chicken tikka masala taste alright? Louis said Eleanor's been craving some of my chicken tikka with naan, and to be quiet honest so am I."

He handed me a fork and some of chicken tikka, "Oh my God baby this taste amazing," I said while moaning.

Zayn let out a cute giggle (yes a giggle can be cute, especially Zayn's).

"So it's good yeah?"

"It's so much better than good. We're going to have to hide this and just feed Lou and El some pizza or something; because I want this all to myself."

Zayn of coursed laughed, "Babe El's been craving this for sometime know, and it wouldn't be nice of us if we deprived this not only from her, but from the baby growing inside of her," he said.

"I guess, but only because El's pregnant, otherwise I'd give her pizza," I said while pouting.

Zayn smiled. I leaned down and pressed a kiss onto those lips that I love so much.

"Mmm I can taste the chicken on you," he whispered.

I leaned in to deepen the kiss a bit more. I was still craving Zayn. I just wanted to carry him upstairs and ravish his body that I love so much.

"Daddy juice!"

I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, "Yeah daddy, Harry wants his juice," he said while smirking.

He knows what that does to.

"Your so lucky Harry interrupted, otherwise I would be ravishing the fuck out of your body princess," I purred.

Zayn looked at me and his eyes were filled with lust. God, that just turned me on some more.

I pressed two more fast kisses onto his lips and walked towards the cabinet where we kept all of Harry's sippy cups, plastic plates, and his bottles (that he occasionally asked for).

Once I found a sippy cup, I asked Zayn to please hand me the apple juice from the fridge.

"Babe don't forget to screw the top on good, because last time you forgot Harry made a mess of not only on him but the couch," he said in a teasing manner.

I groaned, "One mistake and it scars a man for life?" I pouted.

Zayn giggled. This man is literally out to kill me.

"Daddy Hazza thirsty!"

"Babe, go take our little boy his juice before he dies of thirst," he teased.

I smiled and kissed him once more before making my way back into the family room.

"Here you go baby," I said while handing him his green dinosaur sippy cup.

"Daddy long time. Harry thirsty," he said dramatically. I swear he spends too much time with Lou.

"Harry what do we say when someone gives you something?" I questioned reminding him to use his manners.

"Thank you daddy," he said sending me one of his famous Harry smiles.

Just then my beautiful husband walked in, "Alright buddy, lets get you ready for dinner."

"Why can't Harry stay in these?" he asked while pouting.

"Well we wouldn't want Uncle Boo and Aunt El seeing you in your jammies, now would we Hazza?" Zayn asked.

"Unca Boo and Auntie El coming to see Harry?" Harry asked with excitement.

"Yeah baby they are, so don't you want to be looking nice for them?'' Zayn asked Harry once again.

Harry seemed to think about for a second before he made up his mind.

"Mummy help Harry change? Pwease," he asked.

Zayn and I of course cooed at Harry's cuteness.

"Of course baby, mummy will help you get dressed. Come on, up you go," he said while lifting harry on to his hip.

"I'm going to run and get Harry dressed real quick, and then make myself a bit more appropriate," he said while blushing.

"All right baby, I'm going to set the table real quick, and then I'll run upstairs and get dressed to," I said while walking towards Harry and Zayn and placing a kiss onto both their foreheads.

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Zayn's POV

"Alright my little Hazzabear what should you wear tonight?" I asked my baby.

I walked over towards Harry's closet, to say he was spoiled is an understatement. Harry has enough clothes to last him up until the age of 6. May not sound like a lot, but trust me it is.

Especially when he has two grandmothers who love him to bits, five aunts who grant him all his wishes, two grandfathers that never say no, his Uncle Andy who buys him anything he finds cute and adorable, and an Uncle Lou and Aunt El that buy him everything he could possibly ever need. And then of course there's us, his parents. Liam and I are probably the worse, but we just want to give Harry everything in the world.

You maybe thinking, well Harry's probably a brat, but he's honestly the most kind, loving, and caring three year-old I have met, and maybe I'm being biased, but he's such a great kid.

"Babe how about you wear some jeans and that cute little stripped shirt Auntie El got you last time? Does that sound good?"

I pulled out the pull jeans in questioning along with the red and white-stripped shirt El bought for him last time she visited.

"Yeah okay. Harry wear that," he said while smiling back at me.

"Great. Lets get you all dressed so mummy can change into something too," I said while chuckling.

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"Oh my God Zayn! This is amazing!" Eleanor said.

I sent her a smile, "I'm so glad you like it, I was a bit worried about the spiciness of the chicken, but I'm glad you like it."

We continued to catch up with the Tomlinson's for a bit longer before Harry decided he wanted to play with his Uncle Lou.

"Come Unca Lou, Hazza want to pway," he whined.

"Hazza what do we say when we want something baby?" I asked.

"Pwease Unca Lou. Pway with Harry," he said while pouting cutely.

"Alright Boo, lets go play and get away from all these boring people," teased Louis.

"Hey! I'm not boring. Right Harry? Daddy's a fun person," asked my pouting husband.

I looked over at Harry and he seemed to be thinking about it for a bit. Harry then started to smile his cheeky smile before answering, "Unca Lou, mummy and Aunt El not boring."

Liam being Liam of course started to pout.

"Zaynnnnn Harry's being mean," he said while pouting.

"Daddy funny mummy," Harry said while laughing.

"He is isn't he baby? Daddy is being a bit silly," I teased along.

El, Louis, and Harry all joined along with the teasing.

"You guys are all mean," Liam said.

"It's otay if you boring daddy, Harry still love you!" Harry said while smiling brightly.

We all cooed at my little boys adorableness.

Harry, Liam, and Louis were currently playing in Harry's toy room, while Eleanor and I were having a cup of tea in the family room.

"So El, are you excited to have your little one soon?" I asked.

Eleanor and Louis were expecting their first child together. They're having a little girl. They've decided to name her Gemma. Eleanor is due soon, just waiting now.

I remember when I was pregnant with Harry and I was closer to my due date I was freaking the fuck out. I was so scared I was going to be a horrible father, well mother I guess, and I wouldn't know how to handle a baby. But thank God I had Liam, my wonderful husband, to reassure me and to keep me sane.

"Yes I am so excited to meet little Gemma, but I'm also nervous. I'm scared I'm going to be a horrible mum and she's going to hate me," she confessed to me.

I cooed, "Aww babe don't be scared. You are going to be a great mum. Gemma is going to be very lucky to have such a wonderful mum like you and a dad like Louis. I know, as well as everyone else, that you will make that little girl so happy," I said while giving her a hug.

"You really think so Zee?" she asked timidly.

"Of course El. I've seen the way you are around kids, around Harry. Harry loves you very much, so I know Gemma is going to love you very much too," I reassured giving her another tight squeeze.

"Thank you for that. I really needed to hear that," she said while sending me a smile.

Eleanor and I chatted for a bit longer up until a very sleep looking three-year old came in and asked to sit on my lap, while Louis and Liam trialed behind.

I gently pulled Harry onto my lap sitting him so that we were sat chest-to-chest, "You tired baby?"

A small yawn escaped my baby's lips while he nodded his head up and down, letting me know that he was tired.

"Looks like it's time for someone's bedtime," cooed El.

Harry let out another yawn, "Someone's definitely ready for bed," Louis said while chuckling. "Well it looks like that's our cue to go. Thank you so much for having us over, and Zayn thank you so much for dinner, it was delicious as always."

"No problem Lou. You and Eleanor are always welcomed," I said while smiling.

Louis then walked over towards El to help her onto her feet. I remember when I was pregnant and I was so big that there were times when I couldn't get up on my own and would cry. Liam always helped me though.

"Gosh this is something I will not be missing about being pregnant," Eleanor huffed. "I can't even bloody stand up on my own."

We all chuckled.

"Just a little bit longer baby," cooed Louis.

I then stood up with a half a sleep Harry in my arms to say good-bye to our guest, "Bye El, hopefully the next time I see you it will be pregnant-less and with a baby Gemma in your arms," I told her as I gave her a side hug.

"See ya Lou, take care of El," I said as I side hugged him too.

"Bye Zayn, again thank you for having us over and fulfilling my craving," Eleanor said as she giggled. "And hopefully next time we'll see you as a family of three and not two."

"Bye Harry Auntie El loves you very much baby. Sweet dreams my little angel," she whispered as she pressed kiss onto Harry's pudgy cheek.

"Buh-bye Auntie El. Harry love," he whispered.

"And good-bye to you my little cupcake. I love you very very much," whispered Louis as he also copied Eleanor's action and placed a kiss onto Harry's cheek.

"Love Unca Boo," my sleepy little boy whispered.

Liam, Harry, and I accompanied the Tomlinson's to the door wishing them a safe trip home.

"Bye guys. Take care and thank you for coming," said my wonder husband.

We stood by the door and watched as Louis helped his very pregnant wife into the front seat of the car. It made me smile.

"Babe, remember when you were pregnant with Harry that you'd need help getting in and out of the car?" Liam said while chuckling.

"I do. I was so big I could barely stand on my own two feet," I giggled. "I also remember you being so over protective of my bump that you wouldn't let me sit in the passenger side."

"Heyyy, I was very concerned for my son's safety."

I giggled, "Sure you were baby," I said while getting on my tippy toes to press a kiss onto his stubble-covered cheek.

"Now enough chit chat. We have a sleepy three-year old to get to bed," I whispered as I began to make my way upstairs.

"Alright, I'll be up in a bit. Just going to clean up a bit and then I'll go in to say good night," he said.

I nodded showing him that I heard him.

Once in Harry's bedroom, I walked over to his dresser in search for some pajamas. "Which jammies do you want to ware baby?" I quietly asked.

I got no response, just felt him snuggle deeper into my neck. "You must be very tired if you're letting mummy pick out your jammies," I teased.

I quickly pulled out the first pair of pajamas in sight. It was a brown onesie that was made to resemble a bear. It had a cute hoodie with bear ears on top, and cute little bear paws.

It was a struggle getting Harry to detach himself from me, he was not very happy with me. I knew he was putting up a fight because he was overly tired.

"Come one boo, let mummy get you ready for bed," I cooed. That of course only brought more tears to the toddler's eyes. He kept making grabby hands demanding to be picked up.

"In a minute babe. Let me get you into a clean pull-up and then put you in your jammies and then mummy will hold you. Yeah? Can you do that for mummy?"

Harry of course didn't answer, he just continued to cry; I tried dressing him as fast as I could, but the task was proven to be difficult with a kicking and screaming toddler.

"Harry, baby. Mummy really needs you to be a good boy and let me finish dressing you," I said sternly.

"Mumma," he wailed while demanding to be picked up. I let out a sigh and pressed a kiss onto his pudgy hands, and hurried to change him.

Once he was in a clean pull-up and some comfy jammies I picked up my baby boy and placed him so we were chest-to-chest "There bubba all done. See was that so bad?" I cooed.

Harry just continued to cry and snuggle deeper into my neck seeking some comfort. "Baby do you want your bottle? Hmm does some nice warm milk sound yummy?" I whispered into his ear.

Harry nodded, "Alright boo, lets go downstairs and get you some warm milk to fill that tummy of yours."

Harry nodded again, and with that we made our way downstairs. "Lets go find daddy and ask him to make you a bottle."

"Li, babe? Could you please warm some milk up for Harry?" I asked just as I entered our kitchen.

"Already on it babe, heard the little one crying, so I thought some warm vanilla milk would relax him."

"Thank you," I said once Liam handed me the bottle of warm milk.

"Now why don't we go watch a movie in mummy and daddy's room? Does that sound good baby?" Liam asked Harry.

"Cuddle," was all Harry said back. "You just want to cuddle with mummy and daddy?" Liam asked. Harry nodded. "Okay baby, lets go up to the big bed and get our cuddle on."

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Once Liam and I were in your pajamas, well Liam in just pajama pants and me in one of Liam's old t-shirts, we got comfortable in our king sized bed.

Harry was laid on my chest drinking peacefully form his bottle as I ran my fingers through his soft baby hair, while Liam was singing him one of his old songs Little Things. That has always been one of Harry's favorites.

"I've just let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
'Cause it's you
Oh it's you
It's you they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things"

And just like that he was out like the lights, "Good night baby boy. Mummy loves you so so much. Sweet dreams my little angel," I whispered while kissing his head.

"Good night Harry, Daddy loves you to the moon and bad," Liam said while placing a kiss onto Harry's cheek.

I was content with just holding onto Harry for a bit longer. I knew Liam probably wanted me to place him in between us so he could cuddle Harry too, but I was feeling selfish. I wanted to hold my little boy.

"Should we let him sleep with us tonight?" my husband whispered. I nodded. "Thought so, you look like you don't want to let him go anytime soon," he chuckled.

Liam leaned over and pressed a kiss onto my lips, "I love you princess, so much."

"And I love you. To infinity and beyond."

"Your such a dork," he teased. "Yeah, but I'm your dork." "Yes, mine and only mine," he said while pressing one-two more kisses.

"Now lets get some sleep, I am exhausted, and I'm pretty sure your just as tired if not more," he said.

I nodded while carefully placing Harry in between the two of us. I placed one more kiss onto Harry's forehead before adjusting myself into a confortable position.

Liam also adjusted himself and then leaned over then kissed me good night. "Love you princess, sweet dreams."

"Night baby. I love you too," I whispered.

Liam then turned off his bedside lamp. I laid there for a few minutes just thanking God for everything I have in life. He has blessed me with an incredible man, who loves me, a beautiful son who is my life, and a great family.

I truly am a very lucky person.

With that lost thought I drifted off to dreamland.

Side Note: I want to say a big thank you so everyone who has so far read my new book. It really mean a lot to me. I also want to give a special thank so WhenWeAreOne for my new book cover. I absolutely LOVE it!! (: