One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Baby Mama Drama //Zayn//

(I have no problem with Perrie. Little mix is one of my favorite bands. I absolutely love her relationship with Zayn even though I know nothing about it. Any who enjoy)

"I hate her Zayn!" You frown as you angrily stir the sauce in the pot. You shook your head as you pulled out some seasoning, sprinkling some in the pot. Zayn chuckles, holding his Son, Javier. "Its not funny!" You point your spoon at him. Zayn stood up, shifting Javier in his arms.
"She won't be there. I don't think my mom would be that inconsiderate and invite her." He assures you. You sigh adjusting the heat under the pot.
"I guess you're right." You looked at the boiling pasta in the other pot. Zayn wrapped his free arm around you.
"You know I love you, right?" He smiles down at you. Javier grabs one of your braids and begins to naw on it.
"I know, I love you too." You pecked his lips, "Javier, don't eat my hair." You smile gently taking the baby from Zayn. Javier brightens up, smiling at you. He was just starting to teeth so his gums were a little red.
Knock knock
You glanced at Zayn, you weren't going to get it.
"The wicked witch of the west has arrived." You took Javier upstairs to change him. You laid him on the changing table, taking off his dirty diaper.
"Where is my son?" You heard the witch ask. Zayn closed the door behind her.
"Y/n is changing his diaper." He told her. You grabbed some wipes and wiped down Javier's bum. You put some diaper cream and baby powder on him before putting on a new diaper.
"All clean, buddy." You smile picking up the happy, giggling baby. You kissed his plump cheeks and brought him downstairs.
"Give me my son." Perrier walks over to you, snatching Javier from you. Upon this, Javier's lips begin to tremble. Soon, the room was filled with his cries of discomfort. Perrie ignores this and shifts the baby on her hips. "Give me his diaper bag please." She requests in annoyance, glaring down at the helpless baby. Zayn handed her the bag.
"At least comfort him." He tells her. Perrie stares at him.
"Don't tell me how to raise my son." She growls, turning on her heels. You watched her leave the house, Javier's cries getting fainter as she stuffed him in his car seat.
"That women is a nightmare." You say to Zayn as he closes the door. "How did you date that?" You walk back to the stove turning the fire off from under everything. Zayn shrugs taking a seat.
"I don't even know." You laugh as you begin to plate the food.
Two weeks had passed and it was Zayns birthday. You guys were headed to Perrie's place to pick up little Javier. Zayn parked the car and you got out with him. He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for the witch to answer.
"What?" She snaps opening the door. Someone forgot to take their meds, you thought. "Oh, its you guys." She opens the door wider, allowing you guys to walk in.
"Where's Javier?" Zayn asked looking around the room. Perrie crosses her arms over her chest.
"Why?" She asks angrily.
"I'm taking him to my birthday dinner. " Zayn reminded her. Perrie sighs, looking at her nails.
"He can't go, I changed my mind. " She smiles up at Zayn. Did I hear her correctly?
"You.....changed your mind?" Zayn repeated. You could tell he was getting angry with Blondie over there so you decided to say something.
"How can you be so cruel. He asked you in advanced to have him this day and you agreed!" You shouted at her. Perrie looked taken backed that you were talking to her.
"Ummm and who are you to tell me what to do?" She asks, looking you up and down.
"Really? Listen pastry dish, just got get Javier." Perrie huffed as she stares at you.
"My name is Perrie."
"I don't care what your name is pancakes. Go get the baby." Perrie walks off and returns with Javier. When he saw you guys he began to babble happily, reaching his arms out to you. You took the baby from her and stepped back to Zayn.
"Have him back before 7," she demands.
"Uh now popcorn, we'll bring him back when we please."
She turns beet red and she stomps her feet.
"My name is Perrie."
"I don't care pebbles."