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*two years later*
When Niall pulls up to the house Zayn and Evander are already outside waiting. Zayn looks up from checking his watch and picks up the toddler to carry him to her truck. Miley Cyrus blasts through the speakers, if Zayn's annoyed now he should have heard it when Niall had the bass on.
"I've told you multiple times not to listen to that when he's in the car." Zayn is dressed in his usual attire, slacks and a dress shirt with a watch that matches his shoes, sunglasses that could buy a small apartment. The usual.
"Could you hook him up? We're late." Niall ignores his attitude. Evander loves Miley.
Zayn rolls his eyes and walks to the other side of the car where the boys car seat is. Niall's been gone all morning so Zayn got Evander dressed. He always makes him look like a little yatch club trust fund prat. Niall hates it, luckily she thought ahead and keeps some of Evander's clothes in her truck.
"Tell daddy he's a lame and he can't hang with us," Niall turns around to face her son.
The crinkles his nose the way he always does when he's excited. "No daddy! Can't with us!" Evan squeals.
Zayn huffs as he's buckling him in. He kisses the toddlers forehead before he fixes a lose strand from his parted brown hair and closes his door, walking around to Niall's side.
"Where are you going?" Zayn asks, leaning his hand against the top of her car.
"Lunch with Louis and a little shopping, maybe."
Zayn raises his eyebrows, Niall cuts him off before he can start his bitching.
"She's clean now and she needs me."
Granted Niall needed Louis too a couple years ago, but she was in a different place then. Johannah took her home to Doncaster and put her in a rehab, she's back now and better than ever. Niall's proud of her, and happy she even bothered to come back (even if it was mostly for Harry).
Zayn sighs. "Watch him, and make sure he eats. I'll be home around six, try to be back before I am. I love you." He leans in and pecks her lips, twice.
"Love you."
Niall types in her GPS when Zayn starts walking towards his car. Must be nice taking different luxury sports cars everyday when you don't have to worry about a car seat in the back.
"We goin' Mama?" Evander asks.
"We're gonna go see daddy." Niall grabs the nuggets from the McDonald's bag in the passenger seat and hands them to the boy, who smiles with all his little teeth showing.
"Our little secret." She whispers, her finger over her lips.
***
It's a bit of a drive from Tarpon Springs to St. Petersburg. About an hour, give or take but it's only two by time they get there so they've still got plenty of time. Evander is sleeping, clutching a nugget as Niall gently takes him out of his seat.
The hotel door opens before she even knocks. When she's in she carefully lays her son on the bed, petting his cheek when he fusses until he settles again.
"Zayn always dresses him like a little prick." Niall complains, removing Evander's khakis to change his diaper. She doesn't bother putting pants back on him, she's putting jeans on him when he wakes up anyways.
"Well Zayn always has been pretty pretentious." Liam shrugs.
"Ooo somebody swallowed a thesaurus today." Niall kisses him hello, humming when he wraps his arms around her back.
"You look good."
"So do you, smell good too." He obviously just got out of the shower, only in basketball shorts and socks. "If we're quiet do you think we can manage a quickie in the bathroom?"
Liam snorts, but he's not fooling anyone. Niall feels that semi against her thigh.
"You plan on fucking him later?" He digs his fingers in her butt cheeks, kneading a little. Her dress is short enough that he could touch it for real if he wanted to.
It's taken Niall years to understand that he's not asking because he cares, or because he's jealous. Just that Zayn will notice if she's had sex with someone else.
Liam's so fucking big it takes her two days of kegeling to snap back to normal. She loves it.
Niall shakes her head, nipping Liam's bottom lip.
"I think he's seeing someone too." She confesses.
Zayn's really weird about his phone and where he's going, kind of like she is. It may be hypocritical but she is kind of jealous at the thought of Zayn being with someone else.
"Maybe he's seeing Sophia." She jokes, earning a swat to the butt.
They still aren't allowed to talk about her. He did tell Niall about Sophia being infertile and not wanting kids anyway though. It's a shame because even though they have to sneak around Liam is really good with Evander. They adore each other.
"Wouldn't that be an interesting turn of events? We could all get together, have a little fun." Niall pats each of his butt cheeks as she talks, swaying them a little.
Liam is more than enough for her, and Zayn too but it could be interesting to have them both together. It would definitely be overwhelming, seeing both of those cute butts and big-
"That's it." Liam picks her up by her butt cheeks, she squeaks and wraps her legs around his hips.
He takes her in the small hotel bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him and sets her on the counter by the sink. He hikes up her dress and yanks her panties down her thighs, shoving his tongue in her mouth as his fingers pet over her lips.
"You have to be quiet," he reminds her, because their child is in the other room. It's beautiful how he cares. "If you're loud, I'll shove my cock in your mouth and we'll be done." He warns.
Niall squirms. That's mostly what her and Zayn do, blow jobs while she takes care of herself with her own fingers. She's not complaining though, she likes it.
With one last kiss to her lips he sinks to his knees, parting her thighs to trail open mouthed kisses up them. Niall scoots forward, draping her knees over his shoulders. Her fingers card through his hair as he parts her lips with his tongue, tracing her hole like he just wants to taste her. He's always so good at this, at eating her out. It's a shame his wife is disgusted at the thought of oral, Liam's really good at it.
Niall gasps when his plump lips wrap around her clit, tightening her thighs around his head to keep him there. Liam moans when she pulls his hair, taking long licks from her hole up to her clit, circling it before going back down again. Greedily she grinds her hips into face. His tongue feels amazing, Niall's torn between wanting more now or holding back to make it last.
The thing about Zayn is, he loves head. Just not giving it.
Oh fuck it, if she plays her cards right she can get Liam to eat her out again before she leaves.
"Fahhh, right there." She pulls his hair hard, smashing his face into her clit. He doesn't seem to mind, he just sticks his tongue flat out, letting her grind on it until she makes herself come.
"Not gunna last for you to come again," he warns her. That's his way if giving her options, she can fuck him and not come or blow him.
Niall loves having a cock in her mouth, especially a big and pretty one like Liam's but. That'll probably take at least ten minutes and she'd still like to rinse off in the shower before Evander wakes up. He's probably already awake, he's such a good boy that he'll lay there watching tv until someone comes to get him, no matter what's on it.
She slides off the counter and turns around to lay flat on her belly, propping her foot up on the toilet so she's spread open.
"Be gentle, it's been a while."
Liam's already pushing in, she wasn't kidding about it being a while. The stretch burns, he's so fucking big it takes her breath away.
"You alright baby?" Liam pants once he's bottomed out, spreading her cheeks to thumb over her ass hole.
Niall shivers, anal isn't really her thing but some fingers are always nice.
"Yeah, go slow."
Liam pulls almost all of the way out, pushing back in slowly. Through the mirror Niall can see his face, his jaw is dropped and his eyes are focused on where they're connected. She grins and hides her face in her arms.
His thumb just barely passes her rim, he groans and speeds up just a little. It doesn't hurt so much anymore, Niall's used to it and it's starting to feel good now. She lets out a little moan.
"You like that?" Liam asks, gripping her cheeks harder, pulling them further apart.
He can look but he's never putting his prick in that hole, never gonna happen.
"Yeah," Niall says, exaggerating her moan for his benefit.
"You missed this dick, didn't you?"
Niall has to bite her arm she's smiling so hard. She did miss it, and she's not laughing at him but she's just so happy and she loves seeing him so worked up because of her.
"Dream about your dick, baby."
Liam groans, and before she knows it Liam's coming, everywhere. In her and all over her ass cheeks, wanking himself as he puts just the tip back in and pulls it out again, tracing his sticky come all over her thighs.
"So messy." Niall comments, not at all complaining. She will be if any of that shit gets on her dress though.
He could probably stare at her ass covered in spunk all day if she'd let him, so she slides off the counter and pulls her dress over her head, ignoring his pout.
"I'm gonna rinse off," Niall gives him a quick kiss, because come on now. Who could really, truly ignore that pout? "Wipe up and go check on my babe."
"My babe." Liam corrects, turning on the sink and wetting one of the hotel rags.
Niall raises an eyebrow at him, amused.
"He likes me better than you." He shrugs, smug.
That's not even kind of accurate, but she'll let him have his moment. Liam and Zayn both think they're Evan's favorite when in reality he's mama's best friend. He just puts up with them.
By time Niall's done rinsing off and redressing herself (her eyeliner is still good) Liam and Evander appear to be having a debate of some sort. Liam's standing in front of the bed with his hands on his hips, Evander matching his stance on the bed in just his diaper and white shirt. Niall coos, quietly though so she doesn't disturb boy time.
She wasn't kidding about her being Evan's favorite, once he notices her Liam will be chopped liver for at least the next twenty minutes. He's always like that when he first wakes up.
The good news his he disheveled his own hair in his sleep so Niall doesn't have to, he's such a good little dude.
"Let me get this straight," Liam points his finger at the boy, who smiles while trying to look angry. "You had nuggets without me, and didn't even save me a bite?"
Evander sighs and palms his forehead, seemingly defeated. "I sorry, okay?"
Liam laughs, Niall stifles her giggles.
"I forgive you, but only if you give me a big kiss."
Evan tilts his face up, puckering his lips for his bigger twin. Niall coos again, louder this time as she walks to sit on the edge of the bed. Evander immediately pushes Liam away away and cheers for his mama.
"Good morning sunshine!" Niall squeezes the baby in a tight hug.
"Ooo'morning sunshine." He repeats, squeezing her neck just as tight.
Liam smiles at them for a minute before going to his gym bag in the corner, probably for a top so they can get going soon. Niall's hungry and bored and it's already after three.
"Was daddy jealous of your nuggets?" Niall pouts. Evan mimics her pout and nods. "How did he know you had nuggets?"
"At that!" He jumps on Niall's lap, pointing to half a chicken nugget by the pillow. He's definitely her kid, with the way he dives on top of said nugget and starts eating it.
"Where do you wanna go? I'm starving and I'm gonna eat this turkey leg if I'm not fed soon." Niall asks Liam, squeezing Evan's chunky thigh.
Evan squeals. "No mama!"
Liam laughs too, because her baby is just that stinkin' cute. "I dunno." He shrugs, putting on a white top of his own.
They're all wearing white, this is a disaster waiting to happen.
"I was thinking the F-A-R-E, I'll buy you some corndogs and ride some rides," Liam (tries to) spell, defeating the purpose when he mentions rides.
Luckily Evan is distracted by jumping on Niall. ("Mama!" "What!" "Notttt turkey leg, no no.")
Niall snorts. "Proper romantic."
He shrugs again. "Not meant to be romantic, just wanna spend some time with you two while I can."
***
They make it home a little after seven, thanks to a fucking parade and Evan not wanting to leave. He fell asleep after ten minutes of crying in car seat and he's still sleeping, clutching a stuffed dog Liam helped him win and a bag of cotton candy.
Niall hides the cotton candy under the seat before Evan wakes up, and most importantly before Zayn approaches them.
"Where's your phone?" He greets her with an annoyed expression.
"In my purse." Niall makes herself busy unhooking Evander without waking him.
"You haven't answered me in hours, you take my kid and my car and think you can just disappear?" He spits, taking Evander's sleeping body away from her the second she turns around with him.
Wow, okay.
"I can't text and drive," is her weak excuse. Forgive her, she's blindsided and tired.
Zayn roles his eyes and stalks off into the house. Niall's in the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher when he finds her minutes later. The house is a little messy, maybe that's why he's crabby? Her phone showed five missed calls and a few texts from him but they were all asking where she was and if Evander ate, as if she's going to starve her own kid. Or any kid for the matter, for fucks sake.
"Where did you go today?" Zayn demands.
"Lunch, and to the fair." Niall replies casually, purposely ignoring his accusing tone. Did he see her with Liam? What's his problem? "You?"
"Lunch with who?"
"Louis..." Niall puts the last plate in the dishwasher, watching him as she fills it with soap.
"Funny that, I ran into her and Harry today."
Fuck, her first thought is fuck and her second is that she's fucked.
But. Louis and Harry still live in St. Pete's and have no reason to come up here, so.
"Where?" Niall cocks a brow. She starts the dishwasher without even looking at this point.
"Doesn't matter, Louis said she didn't know she had plans with you today." Zayn's eyes are wild and crazy, he looks a bit scary, which is about right since Niall's a bit scared.
"But where did you see them?"
Zayn slams his fist onto the counter, ignoring Niall's squeak. "Who the fuck were you with Niall?!"
"Evan!" Niall yells back, scared and defensive. A little irritated, frustrated too.
"Why would you say you were going to be with Louis if you weren't? Who did you have around my fucking son Niall? Do /Not/ lie to me, damn it!"
"Nobody!" She denies.
Zayn storms towards her and her first instinct is to run, because he looks so scary. Unfortunately he catches her by the arm and shoves her back against the sink where she was standing before. He keeps one hand gripped on her upper arm, the other squeezing her jaw so she can't look away from his face.
"All you do is spend all of my money and lie to me and I'm sick of it!" Zayn growls.
"What?" She doesn't even- not really, she hardly spends any money on herself! Most of the things she buys with his credit card are for the house or the baby, sure her school bills are pretty high but it was Zayn's idea for her to go back! He insisted.
"You lie to me all the fucking time Niall! Where do you always go? How is there three hundred miles on the truck since I last checked it less than a month ago?" His grip tightens on her jaw, she's bent backwards over the kitchen sink trying to push him away. It's no use, he's stronger than she is.
"Where. Do. You. Go?" Zayn demands.
Niall whines and squirms, digging her nails into his arms. "School!" She screams.
He pushes her, finally letting go of her only to turn around and kick the cupboards, splitting the wood on one of them. Niall watches, corned in the kitchen as he destroys it, crying because this isn't Zayn. Zayn doesn't act this way, he must of had a bad day. Seeing Louis probably really pissed him off, though she doesn't know how he could have casually ran into her. Nothing makes sense and she's so tired, emotionally and physically.
"Stop!" She cries when he takes to kicking the wine rack. She's barefoot, bare feet and glass aren't a fun time. "You're going to scare Evan stop!"
Zayn turns to look at her, all huffy and wild eyed. He tugs at his own hair, making frustrated noises as he does. He looks fucking nuts.
"Get the fuck out of my face!" He screams, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen door. Niall doesn't need to be told twice. She makes a run for it and this time he doesn't stop her.
***
Niall checks on Evander before she does anything else. He's sleeping in his big boy bed, completely unaffected as cartoons play quietly in the background. She takes his pants off, knowing he prefers to sleep without them before changing his diaper. He's pouting his little lips in his sleep, he looks so much like Liam it drives a knife through Niall's heart.
She hates herself for the life she's giving him. He doesn't know about any of it yet, and she hopes he never does. She has to make changes before he starts to learn and notice all of her fuck ups. She's never been more motivated to finish college, become a school teacher and slowly but surely get her shit together.
Niall takes a quick shower, scalding hot and not nearly as long as she'd like it to be. She wraps herself in her silky robe and her hair in a fluffy towel, she deserves to feel nice, she thinks. Zayn's not in the bedroom when she comes out, she checks the nanny cam in Evander's room on the laptop before she logs onto her classes. Zayn's not in there either. Good.
An hour later she's finished two of the assignments she'd been stalling on, just turning them in as Zayn shuffles into the room. The bed is big enough that if she stays on her side (she never does) they won't touch at all, maybe that's what's best right now.
Zayn kicks off his clothes, obviously not caring where they land on his way to the bathroom, showering the door open. He doesn't care about any messes he makes ever because he'll just bitch at her if she doesn't clean it up. He's not perfect either.
Niall remembers a time when she thought he was Mr. Perfect.
Hell, she still does, honestly. He's just in one of his moods and he's acting like a prick.
Zayn comes out of the bathroom all wet with just a black pair of boxers on. She's mad, and he probably still is too so Niall's subtle with her staring. He may be a prick but he's still hot.
"You're going to have to start doing school online until I can trust you again."
If he's this angry about not knowing what she did today, imagine what it'd be like if he did know. Niall shudders at the thought.
"I took the keys to the truck. You'll get it back after the GPS is installed, if the GPS is unplugged the car will shut off." He explains, plugging his phone into the charger. Like this is just a casual conversation.
Who does he think he is? Her fucking dad? Niall remains silent.
"You wanna tell me why there's a lock on your phone?" He finally looks at her, as he's climbing into bed.
She doesn't even have her phone, it's in her purse on the couch. Or, it was, at least.
"There's a lock on your phone, too." Niall counters. She's not going to gain the upper hand in this situation, that much is obvious but she wouldn't be Niall if she didn't try.
Zayn laughs, dry and humorless. "You tried to go through my phone? What in God's name gives you that right?"
Why is he being like this? She always gets instant karma and then some every time she does something kind of fucked up and she's sick of it.
"I can take it to Apple and have it unlocked or you can tell me where you went today, without lying." Ultimatums, nice.
"We went to the fair." Niall's voice sounds like a scared child, she hates it. But maybe it'll make him feel bad. She could use some sympathy from him.
"Who's we?"
"Me and Evan." She lies, hoping he buys any of the bull shit she's about to try to sell him. If he gets his hands on her phone when it's unlocked she's screwed, because like the idiot she is she didn't delete anything. All of the text messages to Liam are still there, saved under Dr. Higgins.
"Why did you tell me you were meeting Louis if you planned to go to the fair?"
"I didn't plan to go to the fair." At least that part is true. "I was going to call Louis to see if she wanted to meet up and she didn't answer, so I drove down there to maybe do some shopping by the beach and I seen the fair. Did you see his stuffed dog? He won that for you."
Boom. She's still got it.
Zayn visibly softens at that. It's hard to stay mad when Evander is involved, he's big bad Zayn's Achilles heel.
"Yeah, I seen the dog." The dog is actually on the couch with her purse and Evander's back pack, considering Zayn went through her purse he had to of seen the dog.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you to tell you the change of plans, he just looked so happy when he seen the rides. Next time you should come with us, he would love that."
Truth is Evander probably wouldn't care who was there as long as Niall held his hand, but Zayn doesn't need to know that.
"Fuck," Zayn mutters, dragging his hand over his face. Maybe she did get the upper hand after all, and her phone is safe. "I'm sorry."
Now that he's broken and defeated and she is the champion, Niall rolls back to the middle. She's still not touching him but with even the slightest movement she could be.
"Don't be, I should have told you. I'm sorry I made you angry."
It's a mind game, you see. If Niall just accepted that apology it would be like telling him she knows he's wrong. Instead she plays dumb and naive, like she's the one that fucked up because he won't correct her on it, won't push his apology. He'll accept hers and feel bad for manipulating her into thinking she was wrong, leading him to be extra nice to her for a few weeks if she's lucky.
Niall should be a psychology major, fuck this first grade teaching shit.
"We just need to work on communication," Zayn says, looking up at her from where he's laying.
Niall leans down to give him a soft kiss on the lips, his tongue touches hers once before she pulls away.
"How long you taking my truck for, daddy?" She pets his cheek, keeping her face close to his.
"I was serious about the GPS, but you'll have it back by tomorrow evening at the latest."
Fuck. She'll just have to start meeting Liam at a library or something and have him drive them where ever they plan on going.
"Okay. Goodnight," Niall kisses him again, just a quick peck before she rolls back to her side and clicks off her lamp.
A second or two later Zayn's shuts off as well and cuddles behind her, pulling her in to spoon.
"I love you." He tells her, sleepy and quiet.
It's too soon for her to act like she's sleeping is the reason she doesn't say it back, so she does. Lying is easy for her anyway.