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Slow and High Tempo

In this part of the fic, I really wanted to show how complicated emotions and thoughts can be. From Liam being angry towards his ex but feeling guilty about being angry, to his knowledge of how different Zayn, and his relationship with Zayn, is compared to her, but still having that fear because of how much pain she caused. Liam has been quiet about his feelings with Zayn, and the struggle he has talking about it. But here, Liam really wants Zayn to understand, even though he is confused by his own thoughts/emotions. He speaks quietly because he is nervous about speaking about it, but also because he is nervous about how Zayn is going to respond. Will he be angry that Liam compares the two of them? That he can’t let his anger go enough to be with Zayn? Zayn deserves the world, and what if he isn’t what Zayn deserves? Liam is also very hard on himself when he talks about it, because he felt as if there is a lot that he did wrong as well, and it affects him so greatly because it caused harm to his son.

This is really important for the rest of the fic, because it is bringing Liam and Zayn into a more serious relationship. (I mean it is already pretty serious but there is nothing defined about it.) It is also really important for Liam to address his emotions about his ex, because 1. It will help him with his relationship with Zayn, and also, get to a place where it no longer plagues his thoughts. Liam has gotten himself into a situation he has wanted to avoid, with Oliver loving Zayn so much, but he finds he also enjoys that it has happened because he wants Zayn in their life. He does not know if his worries are actually protecting him and Oliver from pain Zayn can cause to them, or hurting them because Zayn isn’t going to cause them any pain. 

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Liam watches on as Oliver strings together the flowers laid out in front of him. There is a look of concentration his face, with his brows furrowed and tongue pressed between his lips. He gets frustrated here and there, huffing out and wrinkling his nose but he has refused every one of Liam’s attempts to help.

“I can do it myself, Papa.”

His little fingers fumble over the stems as he weaves it through the wire. Pink and white petals litter the floor but Liam’s heart swells with pride as he watches his son. He had came up with the idea all on his own, picked out each flower himself, insisting on the pink and white ones because he misses when his Baba’s hair were those colors.

Ollie glances up at him nervously before letting out a frustrated sigh and placing the crown on his lap. “Baba’s gonna hate it.”

Liam frowns before he comes over and seats himself across from Oliver. He picks up the crown, inspecting it carefully. “I think you’re wrong. This is amazing, babe. He’s going to love it.”

Oliver gives him a doubtful look. “Would you wear it?”

Liam nods seriously as he carefully places it on his head. He tilts his head, showing off. “How do I look?”

Oliver claps a hand over his lips, giggling quietly. “Like a babe ma'net.”

Liam feels his face grow hot, eyes rolling to himself as he waits for it.

“A Baba ma'net,” Ollie giggles.

+*

Two hours later, Oliver wiggles where he sits on the couch, constantly looking over his shoulder as he waits for Zayn to come home from work. He is supposed to return early, since they have a reservation at a fancy restaurant in the next town over to celebrate Father’s Day.

The crown sits beside Oliver, and he glances at it here and there before touching the flowers gently like he is afraid of breaking them. Zayn and Ollie had woken him up early this morning for his surprise, a breakfast big enough to feed the neighborhood.

The door handle wiggles and Oliver gasps, bouncing on the couch as he peeks over the back of it. Liam’s heart jumps in his chest, just like it does every time Zayn comes home.

There is a smile on his face as he peeks his head through the door, making his cheeks round over his sharp cheekbones. There is a brightness in his eyes that goes straight to Oliver and it makes Liam’s chest ache as it tries to hold the amount of love he has for Zayn.

“Happy Baba’s day!” Oliver screams, wiggling with excitement as Zayn pads over. But Oliver holds his hand out, telling him to stop.

Liam curls an arm around Zayn’s shoulder to plop a kiss to his forehead as he stops, nose wrinkling with confusion.

“Our boy made you something. Nervous about it,” Liam whispers as Oliver scrambles off of the couch. He knows Zayn will genuinely love it, loves everything Oliver makes. Their house is practically covered in his drawings, their phones filled with videos of him attempting to play the piano and sing like his Baba.

Oliver’s cheeks grow redder than a tomato as he pads over to them with his hands behind his back. He looks up with big eyes before presenting it to Zayn.

“I made it wiv flowers from our garden,” Ollie tells him as he hands it to Zayn. Zayn’s eyes grow wide and his expression proud and glowing. “Pink and white like your old hair.”

“Oh my,” Zayn gasps, falling to his knees so he is closer to Oliver’s height. He admires it for a moment before placing it on top of his head. “It’s beautiful.”

Oliver beams, chest puffing out as Zayn pressed a kiss to his rounded cheek. “You like it?”