14 — “Your hands are so much bigger than mine.”
Zayn breathes a fond smile as he looks down at their son, and to Liam who is crouching at Isaac’s height.
Isaac is staring at their three painted hands printed to his bedroom wall, a frown crumpling his forehead as he looks to Liam in frustration.
“They’ll grow, jaan,” Liam mumbles softly, exchanging an amused grin with Zayn. “Soon they’ll be just as large as ours, don’t you worry.”
Only if you eat your vegetables, though,” Zayn tells him as he kneels onto the floor beside Isaac.
He can’t help but smile; at the dried blues and oranges clinging to Liam’s beard, and the pink streaks traced over Isaac’s neck and along his arms. It had been Liam’s idea to leave handprints over the walls of Isaac’s room after they’d finished painting it, and Zayn can’t stop thinking about the laughter and squeals spilling from their son’s mouth when Liam had chased him around the room threatening to mark him in paint.
“One day I’ll be as big as you?” Isaac asks curiously, large eyes staring up at Zayn — and though it is impossible, he can always see hints of Liam’s in them.
Zayn nods, curling an arm around his son’s waist. “All grown up, babe.”
Isaac pouts, scowling, almost. “I’m already grown up.”
"Course you are,” Liam grins, leaving a soft kiss to Isaac’s forehead. “You just have to wait a bit longer until you’re as tall as us — s’ what Baba means.”
Zayn bites over his bottom lip to suppress a laugh, squeaking Isaac in his hold. He tangles his fingers through Liam’s, unable to contain his smile as he sits in the centre of the empty room with his family, handprinted memories stained to the walls.