***Niall POV
I felt really bad about how I made Shaylin feel over a drunk mistake so I decided a regular apology wasn't going to be enough. I was at the local farmers market looking for the perfect bouquet of flowers. The last set for the year since it was September already. Looking through I found the best looking and ones for the mood. A pair a literally blood red roses. I paid the man and headed over to the art store remembering the time her and I raced to draw the lads. I looked around for art supplies to I saw the flowers.... Fake flowers to be exact and some the same exact colour roses I had just bought. I realised that I could get one and make this big fat lovey dovey thing. Next place I went? The candy store. No matter how much I wanted some I had to get Shaylin stuff not me it wasn't my time. I looked at my phone real quick and I realised I was going to be late. I grabbed a big bag and put all the stuff minus the flowers in and started to the Tomlinson's.
***Anna POV
Where was Niall? I was hungry and he was taking way to long. I needed to distract myself.
"YO TOMATO"
I screamed and the little sucker looked at me like he knew I was talking to him.
"Don't care him that"
Louis said taking rather offence to that.
"Oh suck it up Lou"
I looked over to Megan who was laughing.
"I think it's cute he always has a red face"
"HEY tomato is my thing okay?!?!?!?"
"Yes yes I know Anna do you want to hold your godson?"
"Um.... Let me think....YESH!!!!"
Megan laughed.
"Okay okay"
Megan handed me tomato and almost automatically took a picture of us.
@imasong14 : godmother and godson time :) gotta love it
Megan showed me her tweet and I laughed slightly. As on cue Harry walked in from the kitchen and Niall walked through the front door.
Shaylin jus stared at him longingly and then quickly turned to face Harry.
"Dinners ready."
I kept hold to tomato as I walked to the kitchen. I looked at the table and thought quietly to myself. The table they had was long. I could sit all ten of us and had room for tomato's baby chair. I say next to Harry and Megan. Louis sat near the end near his son. Niall awkwardly stood till everyone stood down. The only seat left was next to Shaylin. Niall looked at Shaylin nervously ad he sat down Shay looked at Niall slightly pissed off.
"Can I help you?"
Shay asked. Niall looked at her nervously.
"No....?"
He questioned his remark. Shaylin looked at him with her eyebrows raised.
"Then move"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me move"
"There isn't any seats left"
"So"
"I can't move Shaylin"
She looked at Niall and bit him. Niall looked around and Liam got up.
"Here mate"
And he trade seats with Niall. There was an awkward silence as Harry served us our food.
"So how about that weather?"
Ally asked suddenly, breaking the silence we all wanted to end.
"Well it's raining pretty hard so...."
Megan trailed off.
"No shit"
Ally said. Louis covered tomato's ears.
"No swearing"
Ally looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Contradiction"
She mumbled. Louis looked at her and stuck his tongue out. Real mature for a father. We all were eating for a while and we all were half way done when Niall stood up.
"Excuse me for a moment"
He got up before any one could talk and left the house. We all looked at each other confused.
"What was that for?"
Shania asked.
"No clue"
Megan shrugged. Niall came back a few minutes after we continued eating holding a bouquet of roses and a bag.
"Shay?"
He asked as he turned around.
"I'm sorry I will love you till this last rose dies-"
Shaylin looked at him and interrupted him.
"That makes me feel good"
Then I realised.
"FAKE ROSE"
I screamed and Niall laughed.
"Yeah and I got you some art stuff and your favourite candies and movies and...and you can go and meet dave Franco if you want I set it up for you if you want"
Shaylin looked at him and smiled.
"I can't stay mad at that cute Irish face of yours as long as I get to bite you occasionally then I'm good. "
"Don't need to hear about your sex life thank you very much"
Megan commented and we all laughed.
"Well you have a kid"
Liam pointed out. We all laughed. The joys of what could possibly happen next.
