"He's walking?"

Imani nods, laughing as Zayn squats in the living room of Mani and Justin's new place. Their baby takes wobbly steps across the carpet, chubby brown little arms outstretched towards the familiar faces.

"Wanted to surprise you," Imani grins, watching as Zhuri dishes out hugs, smiling fondly at her man crouched on the floor with her nephew. "I knew you'd go crazy."

"Uh, like, yes," Zayn exclaims, scooping the little boy into his arms and making him scream with each kiss. "My godson is gettin' so big."

"Fuck y'all niggas," Taj calls from the couch.

"Goodness," Zhuri lifts a brow, "Cussin' in front of the babies, Taj?"

"And that's why you're not the godfather," laughs Imani, tossing a pillow at her brother. "And you're just an uncle."

"Whatever," he grunts. "My boys know who their real godfather is."

"Yeah," laughs Asha, in town for the weekend with her new boyfriend, some man she met at the gym. "It's Zayn."

It's been nearly three years since Zhuri and her siblings lost their nana, and it's coming up on a whole three years...for how long she's been with Zayn.

Milestones.

Zhuri didn't think she could ever find someone else—way back when she didn't think she could ever leave Blake.

Now, look.

Milestones.

Now, her second nephew is walking.

At six months, Kai is taking his little wobbly steps and making his godfather, (and his mom and his dad, of course), happy as shit.

"Uncle Z! Uncle Z!"

"What's up, mate?" he asks, crouched on the floor beside Julian, the two-year-old; his first and his favorite godson.

(But he'd never say that to Kai).

"Look," He holds out the motorcycle toy in his hands. "S'like you!"

"One day, I'm gonna get you a real one," Zayn whispers, because this little boy was turning out to love all the shit he loved when he was little and he was so fucking excited. Like, when he cut his hair and dyed it blonde, Julian wanted to cut his hair so Mani did. Like...!?

Zayn loved being a godfather.

And he loves how JuJu (also the nickname he came up with but who's keeping tabs), is staring at him with tiny teeth and excited brown eyes. "Really?"

"Really, so you can drive it around when you're big and--"

"No, you not," Imani calls from across the room, shaking her head from her seat in Justin's lap. "You're absolutely not, little man."

The toddler pouts, "Mommy..."

"Damn, bruh," Taj laughs, laying on the floor beside the toddler, "you sound like Zhuri, the killjoy."

Zhuri purses her lips, "First of all..."

"Forget, you Taj. Zayn, don't you dare turn my son into a daredevil."

"What?" Zayn sets Kai beside his brother, propping a hand behind his ear, "I can't hear you from your man's lap."

JuJu claps his hands together, not really knowing why he's giggling but realizing that both Taj and Zayn are.

"She lives there," Zhuri joins them all on the floor. "Watch me have a third nephew."

"I don't know," Justin says, biting his lip as Imani turns to him, smiling, "I think it's time for you to have a niece."

Imani kisses him.

Hard.

"Eew, eew, eew," Taj exclaims, covering his ears with his hands and making Julian giggle as he starts rolling on top of his uncle, "I don't wanna hear about that!"

"Taj," Justin laughs, "when two people love each other very much, they—"

"Get a room," Taj quips, poking Julian's round stomach.

The little boy goes crazy.

"So go get yourselves a room."

Zhuri is laughing, watching as Kai pushes himself back on wobbly feet and holds out his hands.

Kai gurgles.

Her own smile is massive.

"Yeah, Kai?" She grins, holding out her arms to him. "You coming over here, lil' boy?"

"My brother is walking," Julian tells Zayn matter-of-factly.

"Yeah?" Zayn strokes the beard he'd grown out lately.

Julian leans against Taj, handing him more toys to play with. "Ya."

Zayn's smiling at Zhuri, who's watching Kai come her way.

He's taking those steps and his legs are so chubby and he's almost in her arms so when the baby finally does fall against her chest and everyone cheers for his little walk and Zhuri lifts her nephew into her arms with a big beautiful smile and bright eyes Zayn thinks he's about to mess around and have six kids.

"Can we have six kids?"

He says these actual words after Kai falls asleep in Zhuri's lap and Julian (begrudgingly) lays down for his nap time, too.

"Six!?" She damn near laughs. "Did Taj pass you another laced blunt?"

"First of all, stop bringing that up, thanks."

Zhuri laughs aloud.

"And," he grins, as Mani lifts Kai from her arms to take him back to his crib in the room he and Ju shared, "imagine how great our kids would be! We'd be amazing parents."

"Without a doubt," Zhuri nods. "We'd kick parenting's ass."

"S'what I'm sayin' babe!"

"But, Zayn," She narrows her eyes, still laughing—Zayn loved when she laughed, "who's gonna give birth to our amazing children? Six? Not I, sweetie."

He strokes his beard, tongue in cheek. "I love you so much, I ever tell you that?"

"Aww, babe," she crawls toward him on the floor, "I love you."

"I love you more, though."

She shakes her head. "I don't think that's possible."

"It is."

"It's so not."

"Y'all are so annoying," Taj groans. "I thought it was bad when you got together, but this?" He purses his lips, "This is sickening."

"You need to stop spoiling him," Imani quips, returning to the room. "I'ma look up and he's really asking to ride on that damn bike."

"Julian?" Zayn grins. "He's me, Mani. Let me love 'im."

Zhuri groans, "Y'all really need to stop cussin' in front of my nephew."

"He really needs to spend more time with Uncle Zayn."

"Says Zayn."

"Exactly."

Zhuri laughs, "So silly."

"And you love him," Imani chuckles. "Don't you."

"Mhm," she replies, smiling widely. 

Zayn melts.

"Matter of fact," she nods, "I sure do."




And Zayn can't help that shit; he kisses her, and he kisses her hard.

Even in front of Taj.

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Damn why'd this take me so long?

Sorry sorry love yall updating the rest of my stories :)