Chapter 183: Daddy’s Responsibility

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Daddy’s Responsibility

~Evric’s POV~

The next morning, the first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check on Zayn. He was still fast asleep, curled up beside me.

I knew he was utterly exhausted after what we did last night, and I was ready to take full responsibility. I moved closer to him and gently cupped his sleeping face in my hand.

He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, like all the noise of the world had finally left him alone.

I brushed his hair back from his forehead just enough to see his face better. Looking at him, I smiled and whispered, "I love you, Zayn. And "Thank you for last night... for letting me have all of you. Then I leaned in, kissed his lips softly, and said, "Good morning, my love."

He only responded with a soft "Mmm" from his sleep. I kissed his lips again, and this time he slowly opened his eyes. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue explore his mouth until he tried to shift his weight and suddenly winced.

"Baby, what’s wrong?" I asked immediately, pulling back slightly, concern filling my voice.

He blinked up at me, his voice low. "My waist... my bottom’s sore. My whole body hurts."

I smiled faintly, guilt and affection mixing in my chest. I pulled him gently against me, his head resting on my chest. "I’m sorry, baby," I murmured, stroking his hair. "I didn’t mean to overdo it. "I’m really sorry, okay?"

He nodded slightly. "Okay, baby."

We stayed like that for a while quiet, close, wrapped in the warmth of the morning. My hand moved lazily through his hair as I whispered, "What do you want for breakfast?"

He gave a sleepy smile. "I don’t know... whatever you arrange, I’ll eat."

I laughed under my breath and kissed the top of his head. "Okay, baby. I’ll take care of it."

I reached for my phone to place a delivery order. Since I was useless in the kitchen, I needed to make sure Zayn got something rich and perfect.

I decided on a complete Brunch Box for Two

After placing the order, I turned back to Zayn. The way he was resting on my chest, his face calm, his hair slightly messy, his lips parted just a little. God, he’s beautiful. I couldn’t resist, I grabbed my phone again and started taking a few pictures.

He didn’t even flinch, just breathed softly as I brushed my fingers through his hair, playing with the strands and tracing his lips with my thumb. I took a small video too, just a quiet one of me running my hand through his hair while he slept. He was too exhausted to fight me off, and that alone made me smile.

After that, I opened my Instagram. "It’s been a while," I murmured. My page had been quiet for months. I scrolled through the pictures I took and chose one where Zayn’s hair had fallen over his face, his features soft and peaceful. You could barely tell it was him, but anyone who knew us could guess.

Then I posted another picture, my hand resting on Zayn’s bare chest, his skin warm under my palm. I smiled at the sight of it and typed a short caption underneath:

"Some mornings are better than dreams ❤️."

I hit post, set my phone aside, and looked down at Zayn again. His head was buried against my lap, his lashes brushing his cheeks.

"I’m lucky you’re too weak to argue with me this morning, baby," I whispered, brushing his messy hair away from his face. "Otherwise, you’d scold me for posting this."

Zayn didn’t even stir. He was too tired, his body had given up. All he did was breathe softly against my thigh, like he didn’t have a single ounce of strength left in him.

I chuckled quietly and picked up my phone again to check the post. Within minutes, it already had dozens of likes and comments. Right at the top were the familiar names of Evans, Chrisly, and Nuala of course.

All three of them had liked the post, and not only that, they’d all slid straight into my DMs.

The first message was from Nuala:

"Aww, some mornings are better than dreams? Please, Evric, we get it, you’re in love 😍. Don’t forget, bro, he’s also my man, huh? 😕"

Next came Evans:

"You used to post cars, clubs, and business trips... now it’s soft lighting and bare shoulders. Who are you, Evric? You’re making me feel single 😭."

Then Chrisly, being the nosiest as always, sent two messages in a row:

"Caption says some mornings are better than dreams, but I’m pretty sure that’s code for who didn’t sleep all night 👀."

"Post the full picture, bro. Don’t tease us with just a hand and hair, be a man 😃."

I rolled my eyes and laughed quietly so I wouldn’t wake Zayn. Then I replied to them one by one:

"You all talk too much. Go get your own better than dreams morning 😂."

"Mind your business. This is what peace and love look like 😌❤️."

"Keep teasing and I’ll post another one, maybe the real morning view 😏."

Evans replied almost instantly:

"Fuck you, Evric."

I smirked and typed back:

"Don’t worry, bro. I don’t fuck around, I only fuck with my man 😏."

Evans replied again:

"You’re so silly."

I sent him one last message:

"Bro, I love Zayn so much."

After a short pause, he replied:

"Okay, bye. It’s a mistake that I slid into your DMs."

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. "My family will never stop teasing me," I muttered, putting my phone aside and running my fingers gently through Zayn’s hair.

He still didn’t wake up. He just stirred slightly and moved a little closer to me, like even in his sleep, he knew he was safe here.

After a while, the doorbell rang. I sighed softly and glanced down at Zayn, he was still asleep.

I gently lifted his head, slid a pillow under it, and made sure he was comfortable before getting up to answer the door.

It was the deliveryman. I thanked him, took the bags, and carried everything to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I arranged the food neatly on a tray, the Brunch Box for Two I’d ordered earlier and carried it back to the bedroom.

Setting the tray carefully on the table beside the bed, I climbed back up and leaned over Zayn, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Baby, wake up," I whispered against his ear. "Come eat so you can take something for the pain and shower after, okay?"

He only mumbled a faint, sleepy, "I’m not hungry right now..."

I smiled and brushed my thumb over his lips. "Babe, please. Just a little, hmm? For me."

It took a few more gentle pleas before he finally stirred, blinking up at me with heavy eyes. "Okay," he murmured weakly.

I moved back a little to help him sit up, but as soon as he tried to move, he winced and let out a small sound.

"Evric... my bottom hurts. A lot," he said in a soft, childlike voice that made my chest twist.

I stroked his hair, guilt tugging at me. "I’m sorry, baby," I said softly. "Let me carry you."

He nodded, and I slipped an arm around his back, lifting him carefully into my arms. His head rested against my shoulder as I carried him to the chair by the window.

When I tried to set him down, he shook his head. "I can’t sit on my own," he said quietly.

"Then sit on me," I told him, and gently pulled him down until he was sitting on my lap. He winced again, holding onto my shirt.

"Better?" I asked softly.

He leaned his head against my chest. "A little... He said, I can’t eat by myself, baby. My hands are too tired."

I hold back a laugh, brushing my nose against his hair. I cupped his cheek gently and said, "Sorry, baby." But in my mind, I knew — yes, Zayn was sore, but he was also acting up just a little to make me feel guilty.

I couldn’t help but smile as I asked softly, "Babe, tell me the truth... is your bottom really that sore, or are you just trying to make me take full responsibility for what I did last night?"