The Love Story Between Sophie Thompson And Niall Horan

Chapter 97 Sarah Elisabeth's 3rd Birthday

April 28th, 2021

Sophie's Point of View

Tomorrow is our oldest daughter Sarah's 3rd birthday, and I'm already tearing up just thinking about it. Time has flown by so fast. Upstairs, our second born, Camryn, who's 10 months old, is taking her afternoon nap. Meanwhile, Niall and I are snuggled on the couch with Sarah, watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

I glance at Sarah as she watches the screen with wide eyes, completely absorbed in the story. I smile, feeling the warmth of these little moments we get to share.

"Mommy, look!" Sarah points excitedly as Snow White sings with the animals. "I want to sing like her!"

I laugh softly. "You already sing like a princess, sweetie," I say, stroking her hair.

Niall wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Are you ready for her big day tomorrow?" he asks, glancing at me with a knowing smile.

I take a deep breath. "I think so," I reply, though the lump in my throat says otherwise. "I just can't believe she's already turning three."

Sarah looks up at us, confused. "What's wrong, Mommy?" she asks, her brow furrowing.

"Nothing, love." I quickly wipe a tear away. "Mommy's just so happy you're growing up to be such a wonderful girl."

Niall chuckles, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "You hear that, princess? You've got Mommy all emotional."

Sarah giggles and reaches out to take both of our hands. "Can I have a big cake tomorrow?" she asks with excitement shining in her eyes.

"Of course, darling," Niall replies. "Anything for our birthday girl."

"Can it be pink?" she asks with a hopeful smile.

I squeeze her little hand. "Pink it is," I say, already imagining the look on her face when she sees it.

With Sarah nestled between us, we settle back into watching the movie, the soft glow of the screen casting a warm light across the room. Moments like these make everything worthwhile, and I can't help but smile, thinking about celebrating our little girl tomorrow.

Just as I'm getting comfortable, a tiny, muffled voice crackles over the baby monitor on the table in front of us.

"Mama... Dada..."

I exchange a quick look with you, our eyes lighting up with surprise and amusement.

"Did you hear that?" I whisper, grinning.

"Sounds like someone doesn't want to miss out on movie night," you chuckle softly, brushing a strand of hair behind Sarah's ear.

"Should we go check on her?" I ask, already halfway up, feeling that familiar pull toward our little one.

You nod, laughing softly. "Let's go rescue her from her crib rebellion. Besides, I think she's asking for us."

As we make our way to her room, we tiptoe down the hallway, not wanting to fully wake her if she's only half-awake. The soft glow of her nightlight spills into the hallway as we quietly open the door, peeking inside. There she is, standing up in her crib, her little hands gripping the railing as she bounces slightly, looking right at us with sleepy eyes.

"Mama... Dada..." she murmurs again, her face lighting up as she spots us.

I glance over at you with a smile. "I think she just couldn't resist having some extra cuddles tonight."