Zayn & Y/N AU
"Zayn, babe?" I walked out of our bedroom and made my way down the stairs. I heard a little giggle that I had grown accustomed to hearing every day and the sound of Zayn’s soulful voice quietly singing. I turned the corner and a smile immediately formed across my face
Zayn was sitting on the floor with the new guitar he had recently bought and our daughter was sitting in front of him with her hands on the strings.
"Hi babe," Zayn looked up at me with a smile and motioned for me to come over.
"I think she’s taking after her Daddy," I said as I sat down next to Zayn and gave our daughter a kiss on the forehead.
He smirked and started to sing a random tune. The biggest smile formed on our daughter’s face as she watched Zayn sing to her. She looked over to me with her big brown eyes and I smiled back at her; it still amazed me how much she looked like Zayn. She was definitely a Daddy’s girl. She started to giggle and put her fingers over Zayn’s, trying to copy him.
"I love you two so much," Zayn whispered in my ear. I kissed him on the lips and he turned to our daughter and said, "Do you want to help Daddy write a new song for the album?"