#prettymuch concept

Zion surprising you guys oldest at lunch.

Then Zion, the youngest, and the oldest leaving, ignoring the fact that it wasn't time for the oldest to be picked up.

"Hello Mr. Kuwonu! Where's Mrs. Kuwonu?"

He makes a face, the small antisocial part of him shining through, "Uhh, busy," then walking out the doors.

Getting in the car and screaming the lyrics to rap songs (clean versions).

Literally the oldest and Zion screaming "Cash money" or "Boonk gang" while going live to show their lit car session..The youngest in her carseat, wondering if she belonged to the right family.

Going home and the oldest running in and screaming, "SIMBAAAA!" and the two hyping and exciting each other.

The youngest can't say Simba's name so literally chanting, "Baba!Baba! Baba! BABABABABAAAAAA!" and then screaming happily, squeezing Zion and burying her face in his shoulder as he carries her into the house.

"OW! Jesus, you have some sharp teeth, you got some shark teeth like your uncle, huh?"

The youngest fighting to get out of Zion's arms to crawl around the house.

But Zion knowing she won't just play but also do something she isn't supposed to, knowing his child.

After a struggle, Zion gives in and let's her down.

"Daddy, can we make brownies?"

Zion and your oldest in the kitchen, they're both struggling with the cookbook.

"Daddy, how do you separate eggs??"

"I don't know mamas...Siri, show me a video of separating egg yolks from egg whites...Whaa? How are they not spilling-...?"

Eventually they get it together, Zion purposefully adding extra chocolate.

I could see Zion accidentally making a bigger batch of brownie mix than he wanted...thinking the extra ingredients will just make it sweeter.

The oldest falling asleep with chocolate smeared on her face from licking the bowl and utensils.

Zion letting her sleep on the couch while he wrangles little one until you get home.

"y/oc/n is in a sugar comma and y/yc/n is being a brat."

Putting your phone down, you shuffle out of the bedroom heading for the garage where Brandon would be sitting, big head phones on, really getting into the melody he was playing out on the connected keyboard. You stand and watch him for a minute, almost scared to interrupt his hard work, and consider going back to bed, when he senses someone in the doorway and looks over. Brandon nods towards you with a little smile, then almost frantically turns back to his computer. He raises his hand to pull his headphones down to rest around his neck.

“Oh no, babe. I’m sorry. I lost track of time,” he starts mumbling, stretching his arms out beckoning you to come over.

You walk over with folded arms and he puts a warm hand on your hip. You could be annoyed at him, but you know how he gets when he’s in the zone.

You uncross your arms to reach forward and push the hair on his forehead back, giving him a small, tired smile which said ‘it’s okay’. You nodded your head towards the screen, letting your hand fall to his shoulder. “How does it sound?”

You notice Brandon’s eyes light up, and he clicks around on the screen before sliding the headphones off from around his neck and passing them to you. You slip them on as he presses ‘play’, letting you listen to his latest work. All deep base and Brandon’s angelic runs with a catchy melody, it was really good and you couldn’t help but smile.

When it ends, you look down at him in utter adoration. “It’s amazing, B. Really good. I love it.”

He grins as you ask him to replay a specific part where his voice sounded particularly sexy, then hand his headphones back to him with a content sigh, telling him again how good the new song was.

“Yeah, I’ve still got to add the harmonies, and an extra-.” He looks up at you and fades out, realising you’re really sleepy and he said he’d be in bed almost two hours ago. He leans back, stretching his arms out above his head with a smile at you, then saves his work and leaves his song for the night.

He'd always want her edges to be "laid" and "swooped".

"No, no, no babe. The edges gotta be perfect, that's what it's all about."

Constantly watching YouTube videos of curly haired kids wash routines.

Detangling would be hell for him, she'd be crying because that's her least favorite part of getting her hair washed.

Nick's basically dying inside hearing her like this.

"I can't do it Y/N, I can't continue with baby girl crying like this."

Mid-way through it he's comforting her and wiping her tears. He'd be constantly kissing her face and apologizing.

"I know princess, I know. Daddy's sorry."

"Nick, you can't leave her hair half done."

"She's upset babe, I'll get to the rest in a minute."

He leaves her be and doesn't get to it until the next morning.

You'd wake up for him to not be in bed, but you can hear him and your daughter laughing from the kitchen with like Kidz Bop playing or something.

Believe it or not, he wouldn't want her listening to "toxic" music even if he listens to it at some point, of course when she's not around.

Her name being like Leyla or Alana, but he'd always call her Lala to the point where she'd barely respond to when you call her full name.

Walking into the kitchen and she's sitting in her highchair, blueberries or some kind of jelly all over herself and her face.

Nick liking the fact she eats with her hands, "realest thing a baby could do", cause realistically what one-year-old eats with a spoon and fork.

Matching designer outfits, disapproving if you just put her in some Children's Place or an outfit you didn't think about.

"Nick, calm down. We're just going to Walmart to get something to finish dinner."

When you guys go to restaurants, he's literally like blowing her food for her if it's too hot and feeding it to her.

"Aht, no, open your mouth wider, you gotta eat the green beans."

Her whining when he starts to get too involved in his phone.

Like she'd know when he's not involved in their conversation.

"Uh-huh, really? Ah bababa."

She'd be like, "Really bitch?" and squeal if she sees he's not 100% involved with her.

He'd sigh and sit down his phone, "Alright alright."

She'd magically become happy, giggling and then throwing her green beans down on the table, squishing them under her finger.

God forbid if anyone looks crazy because of her low screech to get his attention earlier.

That baby would be chill but goofy AS FUCK.

Zion literally wouldn't have to do anything when she's with him but she'd give you hell.

"Hey, do you want this bottle?"

He'd stick the tip of the bottle to her lips and if she didn't open her mouth while sleeping he'd just be like, "Alright." and leave the baby alone.

Her and Zion's definition of "fun" is getting tossed in the air and pretending theirs a "magical flying baby".

Zion would go to his mom for a lot of questions because ya know, she raised three kids herself.

"But like, Mom, her hair does this weird little coil thing when I comb it...like.."

"Zion...you literally can fix it by twisting the curl around your finger.."

"Oh...it looks better now...damn, my baby really do got some good hair!"

He'd FaceTime her, "Mom, is she getting constipated..like..her poop is this weird green and it's squishy.." *does weird squish hand gesture like in mukbang video when describing the carb material*

"did you give her any green vegetables?"

"...yeah."

*silence*

"ohhhhhhhhh!"

him walking around shirtless with a shirtless baby in a diaper on his hip.

"she'll get cold and then sick Zion. look, she just sneezed!"

"ahh. it'll make her immune system stronger."

simba getting jealous the first month she's at home but as time goes on, zion manages to show most attention to the baby and a little more to simba for him to be content.

if you guys were going somewhere or doing something where you three would have to be presentable, she'd get angry with zion when he'd try to dress her during her rest, crying angrily.

"heey, you're fine. stop it mama's." he'd pick her up while she's still wailing angrily, smothering her face with kisses and her calming down.

She'd open her eyes since she worked herself up. Zion would smile at her but she'd stick her hands frustratingly in her face, starting to get fussy again in annoyance.

when she becomes a toddler, she's Zion's match attitude wise.

"hey! stop climbing on that!"

"nope." she'd say it so calmly too.

"adaleya..."

she'd furrow her eyebrows and pout, "stop it." she'd say under her breath.

"no, you stop it! you listen to daddy, you no climb."

and she'd whine because she got in trouble with him.

you'd come in and he's like, "nah, don't comfort her, because she's being a booger. shes just upset because I got onto her for not listening...shes not even crying, just whining."

that'd be the biggest problem between the two though as she grows up, those two's attitudes and personalities being such alike and clashing. whew. chile. the attitude, sass, and moodiness that'd come from those two.

"hey! you don't hit daddy!"

"no!"

"adaleya, don't do that again."

"STOP IT!!!"