“Argh!” Liam roars as Zayn walks into the living room to find Liam with two wiggling bodies on each shoulder. His shoulders bulge as he holds on tightly to them, stomping around the living room like a monster. He dips his knees, pretending to drop them suddenly and they screech so loud Zayn flinches as the noise pierces through his eardrums.

Liam stops dead in his tracks when he turns and spots Zayn, a warm smile covering the mock look of anger he had on his face. A big teddy bear, he swears -

“Found these things in our closet,” Liam chuckles, shaking Maira and Mahaad and making them giggle even more. “Aliens from another galaxy, I reckon. I don’t know what to do with them.”

Zayn rolls his eyes, walking into the living room. He presses a kiss to Liam’s lips, earning a litany of grossed out squeals from their twins. “Well, I do need something to make for dinner tonight -”

“No!” Mahaad and Maira yell, wiggling even harder against Liam’s grip as they try to break his hold.

Liam turns, pretending to munch on Maira’s cheek. He wrinkles his nose before bending down and letting them stand up. “They taste disgusting babe. I think we are going to have to figure something else out.”

Mahaad wraps around his waist as Maira scurries around them, screaming at her Papa to chase her and making airplane noises as her eyes fly out like wings. Zayn tangles his fingers into Mahaad’s hair as Liam stands back up. He cups a hand around the back of Zayn’s head, pulling him closer to brush his lips against Zayn’s.

“You taste alright, though.”

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Zayn slides a palm up his back, easing out the tension that probably makes him grip too tightly to Liam. Liam would never say so though, too used to the way Mahaad always needs to be comforted. He is afraid of a lot – most things it seems like sometimes, and it usually takes the boy a while to calm down.

“Bashar told him big boys don’t get scared,” Zayn whispers, smoothing a thumb across Mahaad’s wet cheek.

Liam flicks his eyes open wide, trying to tilt his head forward to look down at their youngest son but he tightens his grip around his Papa’s neck.

“Did Bash really say that, beta?”

“Yeah,” Mahaad says in a watery voice, nuzzling closer to Liam.

Liam drags his auxiliary hand down his face like he is trying to wipe away the sleep that clings to him. “Well, you know Papa is afraid of a lot of things.”

Mahaad pushes up, wiping a small hand under his cheek as he glances between Zayn and Liam for confirmation. “You are? But you the biggest boy I know.”