Part I can be located here
“I’m worried about her,” you whispered to your husband. Avery was sitting in the living room on a Friday night, curled up with a cup of tea and a book. “She doesn’t seem to be very social, and Zayn, I love her as much as you do, you know that. I would never change her…I’m just worried.”
Zayn smiled fondly at you. “And that’s why you’re the best mother in the whole world, bird,” he kissed your temple. “She’s fine, I’m not very loud if you recall,” he said knowingly. Zayn had to be fair to your worries. He was very grateful she didn’t go out much. If she wasn’t going out, she wasn’t meeting boys. And if she wasn’t meeting boys then Zayn was very happy. But he did find it odd she didn’t go out much. Just because she was so very beautiful in his eyes and he knew that her friends constantly asked her to go out.
You sighed softly. “Will you talk to her?” You asked. “She talks to me all day long but never tells me anything…that might be bothering her.”
“Bird, I truly believe you’re reading into this,” he cupped your face and gazed into the eyes that he fell in love with so long ago. “Can I paint you again sometime?” He asked after a moment.
“My yearly portrait,” you snorted graciously. “Aren’t you sick of painting me yet?” You wondered. “Can’t you do it by memory yet?” You questioned.
“Why would I do it by memory, my beautiful girl, if you’re here to look at for a few hours?” He asked and slipped his lips against yours. It made your toes tingle still. His perfect lips smothered against yours. He was perfect. Your perfect match. He gave you a perfect child. Even if Avery never went out. Zayn pulled away and you were embarrassed to say–but not really–you were panting breathlessly as his lips grazed your earlobe. “And don’t think I don’t know you’re worried about our seventeen year old daughter going out because you want to have grandchildren way earlier than need be,” he hummed into your ear. “I’ll talk to her. But she’s not having S-E-X until I’m dead,” he reminded you. You smirked. That wasn’t your major concern. But Zayn knew how much you loved babies and he knew you would be heartbroken if Avery didn’t have children that were as beautiful as she was in the future. You were a worrier. And that’s why Zayn loved you.
But genuinely, you were worried about her socially. She had a few friends, you think, but you just weren’t sure. She preferred to be alone, and while you were okay with that, you just wanted to know she was alright… “Zaynie,” you whined softly.
He sighed heavily with a smirk. Just looking at you made him weak. You had him wrapped around your finger and he was absolutely in love with that spot. And when you used that whining little tone of yours… “I’ll talk to her, bird,” he promised and kissed your forehead. “Because I love you and I expect a reward later,” he winked at you and smacked your bum playfully as he walked to the living room. You blushed at him. He was so cheeky.
“Hi baby,” Zayn said softly as he sat near Avery’s feet. “Whatcha up to?” He asked.
Avery grinned at him marking her spot in her book. “Nothin,’” She shrugged.
“You staying in tonight, sweetheart?” He asked pulling her blanketed feet into his lap. He loved her so much. He was thrilled she wasn’t pulling away like most teen daughters did. He was overwhelmingly in love with his little girl. From the first day she took a breath of air until now, he adored her more each day.
“Yeah…” she trailed off quietly. “I wanna paint later,” she said softly. “Will you paint too?” She asked him.
Spend more time with her? Of course he would. “Sure, baby girl,” he said tickling her toes so she smiled gently at him. Her eyes finally turned from blue to hazel and he was so happy because he swore between her eyes, her hair and her skin, there was no girl as beautiful as her. (Except you of course.) He bit his lip as Avery continued her reading. She had probably organized her room tonight and set up a study group for tomorrow as she usually did. “Don’t you wanna go out, baby?” He asked her softly.
She shrugged not moving her eyes from the book. “Not really,” she said softly.
Zayn looked at her curiously. “You can go out if you want,” he said simply.
She looked up again from her page. “Do you and Mum want me out of the house for some reason? Because I could go to the museum…I told them I couldn’t work Fridays but they said if I ever change my mind. And I could go out with Lucas, but I think he might be going to see–”
“Why did you say you couldn’t work on Fridays?” He asked curiously. He loved that you worked there. It was something the two of you shared. Your love of art.
“Well, we paint on Friday nights, Dad, I can’t go out,” Avery said knowingly.
Zayn’s heart swelled. Avery didn’t go out on Friday nights because she wanted to paint with Zayn. “Oh,” he said. His whole body was tight with his emotion. He was thrilled Avery were willing to stay in and hang out with her dad. It hurt his heart, really. “Well…if you wanna go out on Friday nights, we can paint a different day,” he suggested.
“No, I like Fridays,” she said. “I mean if you don’t like Friday, that’s fine, but it works for me right now,” she shrugged. “Is something wrong Daddy?” She asked softly.
His stomach twisted. No, nothing was wrong. He loved her so much and she apparently loved him just as much. It was so thoughtful, she wanted to stay home with him. “No, it’s fine,” he said softly. “Just…erm…if you ever wanna go out, you can,” he mumbled.
“Okay, Daddy,” she smiled softly at him and then got off the couch. “We can paint now,” she said simply.
She wore the very same smock she wore when she first painted with Zayn. It was still big on her, but she could at least wear it. It was covered with years and years of paint that she played with and used while she created drawings beside her Daddy. He still aired out the room for her precious little lungs but she wore a mask too, for when she did use spray paints. Zayn took one wall and she took the other.
“I think I wanna go to art school, if that’s okay,” she said softly.
He turned to look at her. “You don’t need my permission, baby,” he said simply. “I want you to go wherever you’ll be happiest,” he tilted his head at her. She grinned softly.
“Well, it’s not set in stone yet, I would like to check out a few art schools…and probably some with a good chemistry program. I have to say, Mom got me hooked a bit,” she smiled wryly. You had walked by the room at that moment and you blew a kiss to your two loves as you carried the basket of laundry. “You know, I heard you and Mum talking,” she said eventually. You froze in the hall and quietly crept back to stand in the doorway and you looked at Zayn with apprehensive eyes.
“Oh,” he muttered and continued his painting. They were both quiet and it was nice to just be near her and know for absolute sure she was okay. But it was also nerve-wracking because she knew you two were worried. “Well, we’re just–” Zayn started, but Avery interrupted her.
“I know I don’t go out a lot, but you don’t have to worry. I have friends. And Mom doesn’t have to worry either about grandchildren…if that’s what she’s freaked out about…I do in fact, have a boyfriend,” she said quietly. Zayn dropped his spray can as she kept painting. Your eyes widened and you thought Zayn was going to pass out. You watched more and Zayn kept catching your eye as Avery pretended that this was no big deal.
He loved to watch her paint. She was a great painter. It was delicate, smooth, and just always so perfect. She like landscapes most with rolling fields and tumbling waves. She usually used the spray paints first and then moved to acrylics. She loved acrylics. Zayn adored her work. Almost as much as he adored her. Which is why he was freaking out.
“You do not have a boyfriend,” he said lowly. You held your breath in case he started screaming.
“I do, actually, it’s not a big deal Daddy, it’s just Lucas,” she shrugged as if it really wasn’t a big deal. As if Zayn’s entire world wasn’t shattering because his little angel was dating. You thought he was about to have a heart attack.
“Lucas. As in, Lucas Payne, whom you spend all your time studying with and all?” He asked his blood boiling. No matter how much Zayn loved Liam; he was going to kill his son. You knew Avery had no idea how much she was hurting Zayn. He was going to die.
“The very one, Dad,” she shrugged. “It’s really not a big deal,” she sighed. “I knew you’d get upset, so that’s why I didn’t tell you. But Uncle Liam knew,” she said softly. “He told me not to tell you because he knew you’d kill Lucas and he said he planned on doing that anyway,” she said softly. “You guys are weird,” she muttered. He didn’t know what to do. Before his heart was all over the place because his little girl was still his little girl and stayed in and didn’t want to go party or anything because she wanted to paint with her boring old dad. Now it was beating out of his chest because she was dating his best friend’s son. “Daddy?” She asked softly. You peeked up at him and her as she looked at her dad. Zayn was leaning against the wall she was painting on. He was scared, terrified really…
“What, baby?” He muttered after a moment. He contemplated screaming, calling for you to get in the room and help him ground her for absolutely nothing. He couldn’t lose her. You saw it in his eyes. He was scared Avery was going to leave him.
She wiped her hair out of her face getting a red streak across her cheek.
Zayn grabbed the rag in his back pocket and softly brushed the pain off her soft skin as she spoke.
“I know you’re scared to lose me or something crazy like that,” she said softly. “And I didn’t think you were afraid of anything,” she whispered to him. He smirked sadly and licked the rag so he could get the color off her before it dried in her skin. “But I can see why that would be scary…and you don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere. Even if I have a boyfriend or a husband…one kid or ten kids…as far as I’m concerned, Friday nights are for Daddy and me,” she said so sweetly, Zayn actually felt like crying. You teared up. That was so sweet and kind of her. You almost sobbed.
“Baby girl,” he sighed softly. “I love you,” he said and wrapped his arms around her and tucked her beneath his chin. She sighed against him. She loved her dad. He was her first best friend the one she did everything with. He constantly encouraged her and made sure she was safe and loved.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she mumbled into his chest and she hugged him back. She was a bit oblivious as to the fact she had probably just made Zayn fall in love with her again. You felt like you were intruding on them so you wiped your eyes and got up from the doorway, leaving them to have their father daughter moment. She silently promised him through her words that he was the most important man in her life.
And always would be.