The Love Story Between Sophie Thompson And Niall Horan

Chapter 62 My 25th Birthday and My First Birthday As A Mother

June 2nd 2018

Niall's Point of View

I quietly entered the nursery, glancing at my wife, Sophie, who was gently rocking our one-month-old daughter, Sarah, in her arms. The soft light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.

"Hey, love," I said, smiling as I walked over. "How's our little princess doing?"

"She's fighting sleep again," Sophie replied, her voice a mix of exhaustion and tenderness. "I think she needs a little more coaxing."

I reached out and stroked Sarah's tiny cheek. "Come on, sweetheart. It's time to close those beautiful eyes."

Sophie chuckled softly. "You always know how to talk to her. Maybe she just wants to hear your voice."

I leaned in closer, singing softly, "Hush now, don't you cry. Daddy's here, just close your eyes."

Sarah blinked up at me, her eyelids heavy. "See? She loves it," I said, glancing at Sophie.

"Just a little longer," Sophie said, her smile brightening. "You're a natural, you know."

After a few more moments of gentle lullabies, I watched as Sarah's eyes slowly fluttered closed. "There we go, little one," I whispered, watching her drift off.

Sophie sighed with relief. "I think she's finally down for her nap."

"Let's give her a few minutes," I suggested, wrapping my arm around Sophie. "We deserve a little break, too."

"Agreed," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Just a few minutes of peace."

We both smiled, grateful for these quiet moments together.

As I held Sophie close, the calmness of the room enveloped us. I could hear the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, each second marking our little bubble of tranquility.

"I can't believe how fast she's growing," Sophie said, breaking the silence. "It feels like just yesterday we were bringing her home."

"I know," I replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Time flies. Just wait until she's crawling and getting into everything."

Sophie laughed softly. "I can already picture it—her little hands reaching for everything in sight. We'll need to baby-proof the whole house!"

"Absolutely," I said, grinning. "But I can't wait to see her explore. She's going to be adventurous, just like her mom."

"Adventurous and stubborn, probably," she teased, nudging me playfully.

"Stubborn?" I feigned shock. "I have no idea where she gets that from!"

Sophie rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Okay, maybe a little from both of us."

We both chuckled, and I felt a wave of warmth at the thought of our family. I glanced over at Sarah, who was now peacefully sleeping, her tiny chest rising and falling. "She really is perfect, isn't she?" I whispered.

"Perfect in every way," Sophie replied, her voice filled with love. "I just hope we're good parents."

"We will be," I reassured her. "As long as we're in this together, I know we'll figure it out. We've got each other and a whole lot of love to give."

Sophie nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "You're right. And I think we're doing great so far."

As we sat there, watching our daughter sleep, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. "I'm so lucky to have you," I said, leaning down to kiss her forehead.