After I showered, I threw on myself Zayn's huge, grey jumper and cooked myself a cup of coffee. I had my sketching book in my hands and lots of different graphite pencils on the table in front of me. I couldn't help myself but draw us.

On the almost finished drawing, Zayn and I were lying in our bed, his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped around me with a dream smile decorating his peaceful face. Our eyes were closed, with his nose in my hair and my hands clutching his on my stomach. I even drew the angel necklace on my bare collarbones, and my father's ring on his finger. I loved the way I drew his arms; they were squeezed around me tightly and protectively, covering my bare breasts.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zayn spoke groggily and caused me to jump in my seat and press the drawing against my chest. His eyes looked sleepy and soft, just like his lips.

"Um, n-nothing."

"When you stutter, you're either lying or hiding something," he smirked and walked closer with slow, lazy steps. His huge, bare feet tapped the tilled floor and his naked body was right there, in front of me. Okay, he had a new pair of boxers on.

"Nothing, it's nothing, really," I replied, careful not to stutter. He knew me so well.

"Show me, Angela. Or I'll get mad. And you know damn well how bad I can be," he looked at me with demanding eyes and caused me to look down at my drawing.

With shaky hands, I placed the drawing on the table, grabbing my cup of coffee and running away to the sink so I wouldn't see his reaction. He'd probably get mad. He'd probably think I was too romantic, too cheesy and too-

"Angela, this is beautiful," he said softly, causing me to look back at him. His eyes were staring at the drawing in his hands, a happy sparkle in the rich,brown colour lighting up his whole face.

"It's not so good. I didn't finish it yet. And, I really didn't know what to draw, so- "

"Finally, I inspire you."

I shut up immediately and placed the clean mug on the cupboard. A smile grew on my face and I wrapped my arms around myself; a poor replacement for his warm, muscular ones. He didn't look at me, he just examined the drawing all the time, smiling angelically, the way only he knew how.

Walking closer to him, I wrapped my arms around him and caused him to leave the drawing on the table. He turned around, smiling down at me and looking at me with love in his eyes. That was right. Love.

"I love you," I whispered slowly, pressing my right shoulder against my neck as I looked at him shyly.

"I love you," he replied in his usual deep, slow voice, tucking a strand of my light brown hair behind my ear. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine; soft and poisonous in the most beautiful way. I would take that poison every minute of my life.

"Shit," he groaned in the kiss and caused me to giggle. The ringing of his phone echoed the quiet apartment and he ran back to the bedroom to answer it.

I looked down at the drawing and traced my fingertips across the soft graphite on the rough paper. Rough and soft. He and I.

"Angela!" he yelled and ran in the kitchen. I jumped in my spot and my heart jumped with me; his eyes were wide and glossy.

"What?"

"Barbara is in the hospital. She's going to give birth."


***

The hospital smelled like medicine alcohol and those injections that I couldn't even look at. Mike was in the room with the mother of his child while Erin, the boys and me waited outside. Niall was hugging Erin and Zayn was leaning against the wall, a little bit away from all of us.

I couldn't sit straight. I was pacing, up and down the hall, waiting and listening to Barbara's screams, along with the doctor's voice which was yelling 'Push, push!' all the time. Louis whined as if he was in pain, probably because he thought there were some complications.

"It's gonna be fine." I rubbed his shoulder and continued with pacing. Harry and Liam were sitting quietly, not even reacting to Barbara's screams. Fucking The Devils gang members.

After what seemed like hours, Mike walked out of the room with a small ball of the softest blankets in his bulky arms. Everyone jumped and walked quickly to the grinning father.

"It's Franco," he grinned and let the tear to roll down his cheek. I had never seen him cry before.

"Oh my god, Mike!" I gushed and walked closer with careful and slow steps. My eyes widened in happiness when I finally saw Franco's small, pink face and swollen eyelids. He was so perfect, with a light dust of dark hair on his tiny head.

"May I hold him?" I asked and Mike nodded quickly, placing the baby in my arms carefully.

I didn't even pay attention to anyone when the boys started yelling and cheering, jumping on Mike and congratulating him for being a father. My eyes were focused on the little baby in my arms.

He stirred a little bit, his small fists clenching by his head as he rested in my arms, carefully wrapped in the warmness and softness of baby blue blankets. He blinked slowly, small, blue eyes looking up at me with curiosity.

"Hi," I whispered, noticing my happy tears on his blanket.

Franco blinked again and I giggled, placing a kiss on his forehead. He mumbled something quietly, closing his eyes again and breathing softly in my arms.

"Wow, look at him! He's already one of The Devils," Niall laughed and looked over my shoulder at the sweet, little Franco.

"Shh! He's sleeping!" I whispered harshly and narrowed my eyes at him. He raised his hands up in defeat.

Erin stopped herself from squealing as she looked at Franco in my arms. I'd hand him to her, but he was fast asleep and I didn't want him to wake up from Erin's excited squeals and giggles.

"I think that the leader of The Devils needs to hold him now," Louis nodded and smiled at the sleeping baby in my arms.

At the mention of Zayn, I turned around to find him standing away, arms crossed and eyes wide. Wide as tennis balls. Wide as the small head of Mike's baby boy.

"I, uh..." Zayn mumbled, not moving.

"Come on, man! We're just starting a tradition!" Harry smiled and walked towards him, urging him to walk forward.

Zayn's lips were parted and he was right there, in front of me and Franco. He didn't move his eyes from the baby.

"Zayn," I called softly, causing him to look up at me. The soft glint in his eyes caused another tear to roll down my cheek.

"Take him."

His arms trembled as I placed the warm ball of blankets in them, and he gasped lightly at the strange, light weight in his arms. He was in awe, that was for sure.

"Talk to him," I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder. The feeling of another pair of arms must had woken up little Franco, because he shifted in his arms and cried out.

"I'm scaring him. No, take him back," Zayn spoke in fear, wanting to give me the baby. I shook my head and offered my index finger to Franco. He grabbed it in his small fist, squeezing as hard as he could.

Zayn's lips were forming an 'Oh' when I realized what the baby wanted. Something to grab onto and calm down.

I smiled when Zayn rocked him side to side, very slowly and very gently. He looked at his eyes, blue to brown.

"I really need to make another dog tag. For the new member," he chuckled and caused Mike to smile proudly. Everyone gathered around us as we watched the bad gang leader with a baby in his arms.

"But he's not gonna be one of us," he frowned, "I don't want him to have this life. I wouldn't even wish it for my..." he looked up at me, "kids."

He took my breath away. There was so much meaning in those words, so much care and love. For me. For us.

"I agree. But he'll have a dog tag," Mike nodded curtly and I knew that he was in his protective, daddy mode.

Zayn tore his gaze away from me and pressed a kiss to Franco's eyelid, causing him to mumble and flutter his eyes close.

"Here you go. Your son. Good luck, and congrats," Zayn breathed and placed the baby in Mike's arms.

"Thank you man. You're all gonna hold him tomorrow. Barbara's going to kill me," he laughed and walked back in the room.

"So, we're going now. We'll see each other tomorrow, right? At Mike's? I'll bring Eleanor," Louis asked and we nodded quickly. The boys and Erin walked away, leaving Zayn and me alone.

"Let's go, baby," Zayn huffed heavily, grabbing my hand in his and pulling me with him down the hall.

I knew that he'd be my devil forever. But the devil definitely had a heart, hidden deeply in the darkness of his chest and protected from everyone around him. A huge, warm heart full of love and care.

Notes

GUYS HOPE YA ALL LOVE MY BABY :)