Niall One Shots

It's About Teamwork

A soft cry from the monitor wakes you up. You groan and Niall shifts and rolls over to look at you. 

"You know he's your son?" You glare at him. 

"Oi, he's yers too."

"Only by default." You tease before pecking his lips. 

"Jus' like yer my wife, by default." He raised his brow and you hit his chest playfully. 

Niall laughs and pulls you into his arms, holding you close, his lips kissing up your neck. 

You shiver softly until the baby screams a little harder. 

"Ni, I have to go take care of Baby Craic." You sigh.

Charles Robert Horan was only a few months old, looked similar to Theo and was the sweetest baby. He usually slept through the night, ate well, and both you Niall were absolutely in love with your guys' little Craic. 

He shakes his head, "No, sweetie, I 'ave ta go take care of Baby Craic, get some sleep." He kisses your forehead. 

"Love you."

"'N I love ya, my beautiful baby mama." He gets out of bed, just wearing his briefs, and goes down the hallway to Charles' nursery. "Little Craic Charlie, what's wrong bud?" He picks up little Charlie, cuddling him close to his chest. Charlie calmed down some.

Charlie had a bit of hair and it stuck up in every direction. His onesie had little elephants on it and his diaper was soggy. 

"Oh, yer diaper." Niall murmured. 

You listened carefully to the monitor before turning on the camera that you and Niall had set up in the nursery. You watched your two favourite boys on the camera quietly. 

Niall took Charlie out of his onesie and started to change him. He struggled for a few moments before letting out a triumphant noise. "Look at dat! Freshly changed, powdered, and perfect." Charlie punched his little fists in the air his bright blue eyes looking around the room, "Aw, my little Craic going to be a boxer?" Niall had yet to put the onesie on and sat with him on the rocking chair that was in his room. He rested Charlie against his naked chest, you knew Niall had seen you do that. 

When he had asked you about it, you simply said you read somewhere it was best for bonding-skin to skin contact for long amounts of time. 

Charlie let out a few coos and Niall smiled softly at him. "Who's me handsome, handsome man?" He kissed the soft spot on his head. 

The media had a field day when you and Niall got married, when your pregnant belly started showing, and when Charles came into the world. You two argued the name for a bit but Charles seemed like a strong name and Robert for Bobby. You and Niall had to be careful when taking him out, getting mauled. Of course Niall was all ready stressed due to his claustrophobia and then you with the baby in your arms, screaming because he's hungry, needs to be changed, the constant flashing of cameras... It was madness and stressful. 

But you would not trade Niall for another man in the world. He was yours and you were his, end of it. And together you brought in the sweetest baby boy, and hopefully more little Horan's, to the world. 

You hear Niall start to sing softly to Charlie. You lay back onto the covers and listened to your husband's voice and your son's cooing. 

You glanced at the clock and it had been close to thirty minutes since Niall had been out of bed. You know you weren't going to fall asleep until he was back in bed with you, so you just laid in bed listening. 

"Okay Charlie-boy, back into yer onesie." Niall laid, a now almost asleep, Charlie on the changing table. He carefully put his little arms and legs through the correct holes. He kissed his head gently again, "Daddy loves ya Charles, so much." He rocked him in his arms, humming until he fell asleep.