Niall Horan Blurbs |N.H|

Your mam's a good woman son

He woke randomly in the middle of the  night, his arm draped over his wife who was peacefully asleep. Snuggling closer he set his chin above her shoulder, closing his eyes again. He was pleased to see her sleeping so peacefully for once. The pregnancy was hard enough for her. Her bump was so big she could never get comfortable, her back and feet constantly ached, and the morning sickness never ended. Through the whole pregnancy, they sat on that bathroom floor between 5.30 am and 7am.

Even now she struggled to sleep, worrying about young Daniel who lay in the crib attached to their bed. It used to sit on her side of the bed, but after having him home for one week he moved it to his side. She was constantly sitting up on her elbow to check on him, adjusting his blankets, anything. Niall got sick of telling her 'he's ok' every few minutes, and so, he made the brave move of taking the crib to his side while she was in the bathroom one night. She wasn't happy about it at first but he wasn't backing down.

He heard the small baby start to fuss behind him. Rolling over he sat up on his elbow to look at his son. His son. It still blew his mind that he had a son. He reached over and picked up his dummy, putting it back in his mouth, but that didn't seem to work, he spat it out again, continuing to wriggle and whine. He lifted his phone to see the time. It was around 4am. Daniel was hungry.

He sighed sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes before standing, stretching his back as he turned to the baby, "hey bud", he reached down, gently lifting the blue eyed boy, "hungry?". He walked across the room with the baby snug to his chest, shushing him as he walked out the door, "don't wake your mam".

Now in the kitchen, he squinted as he turned on the lights under the cabinets. He reached down to the floor, picking up a small chair to set on the work top. It was a cushioned seat to lie the baby in as he made the bottle. "There ya go bud", he said, strapping the baby in to the chair on the worktop. The baby continued to whine but never fully cried. He was a good baby.

As he stood shaking the bottle with the formula in it, Niall bounced the little chair with his hand, trying to sooth the baby before he put the bottle in the microwave. He turned fully to the boy, leaning over the worktop. He starred in awe as Daniel wriggled around, pulling at his blanket, gripping the small teddy bear Niall had bought the day he was born. It's safe to say he was very attached to the bear.

The microwave dinged and Niall turned around, retrieving the bottle to squirt some on his arm, checking the temperature. Not to hot, not to cold, he set it on the worktop so he could lift Daniel again. As he lifted him again he started to get louder.

"Shhh, Danny you're mums alseep", he told him, grabbing the bottle in his other hand and walking accross to the couch.

Sitting down in the small couch, he adjusted the baby's position, "I know, I know here", he brought the bottle to his mouth. Daniel took it instantly. He sat back stretching out on it with a sigh. He looked around the room, taking in all the photos of their small family, all the pictures of him and his wife, and now this little one. "I met your mammy in a bar one night", he spoke randomly, "I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was wearing a black dress and Dr Martin boots.", he glanced down at the boy who continued to suck from the bottle, "She loved them boots", he chuckled, "but your granny's dog ruined them".

He laughed lightly to himself, remembering the exact moment he saw her run into her mums kitchen with the boots in her hand, a large hole in one and the ankles tore around the other. He remembered turning to the blonde labrador who lay across his legs, the guilt clear over his face as he tried to snuggle into Nialls lap more, hiding from y/n as she roared at him, 'Paddy what the hell did you do to my boots?!'

"You're mam's a good woman son. She's brought me so much happiness. I never thought I could be as happy as I am when I'm with her. She supported me through my career, waited for me when I was away and kept me grounded if I ever got a bit carried away", he sat up slightly taking the bottle away from the babys mouth, "and to top it all off, she brought me you".

He sat rubbing the babys back, "I love your mam, and she loves us, very much."

"You'll understand one day", he told him, "and I want you to always take care of her, always love her. Someday you'll meet someone who makes you feel like your mam makes me feel. Nothing will be more important to you than that person. Then you'll understand how I feel".

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At 8am y/n woke to an empty bed and an empty basket. She tried not to panic as she left the room to go downstairs. But entering the kitchen she saw the most precious thing she thought she'd ever see. Her husband asleep on the small couch in the kitchen, and on his bare chest was their son Danny, wrapped in his blanket, his small hands fisted in Nialls chest hair. Nialls hair was a mess on his forehead as his hands stayed wrapped around the small baby's back, ensuring he was safe.

It reminded her of a photo in her mums house of her dad and her napping in that exact position when she was a child. She just had to have a photo of this sitting proudly in their home.

After taking the photo on her phone, she leaned down to place a kiss on Nialls head, rubbing it with her hand.

His eyes fluttered open to see her, a small smile grew at the sight of her. Even in her pyjamas and her falling loosely around her shoulders, he thought she was gorgeous. "Morning baby", his voice came out croaky, still coated in sleep.

"Morning", she leaned down to kiss him on the lips this time. "Were you up all night?", she asked.

"No, no", he shook his head, looking down to Daniel again, "we just had a chat".