One Direction One Shots 3

Happy Mother's Day (Niall)

My body ached, that was for sure as I threw the covers off of my body. It was about 10:00 a.m. and I figured I needed to make breakfast for Niall and his little boy, Caedan.

I came into Niall’s life about 2 years ago as a tour consultant for his band, One Direction, in the United States. Niall and I hit it off automatically and soon he had introduced me to his son, Caedan, who didn’t really seem to like me at first. He was just 1 when I first met him and his mother wasn’t in the picture because after he was born, she dumped him on Niall’s Parents front steps in Ireland and no one could find her after that.

Niall had always been a good father to Caedan and Caedan was definitely spoiled, but boy, he was a sweet kid. After about a month, Caedan would let me hold him and soon, he would rather I hold him then his father at times. He had come to work with me quite a few times if Niall had rehearsals or if he was on tour and everyone in the office loved him. Keep in mind that I had moved to the UK after Niall and I had seriously started dating for awhile.

After about a year and a half of dating, Niall had popped the big question and we were scheduled to be married at the beginning of next year. We had just gotten back from seeing my parents in America the previous week because I had to wish my mother a happy Mothers day early in order to come back and get everything scheduled on time for One Direction’s next leg of the tour.

I walked into the kitchen, throwing my hair up and suddenly smelt a burning smell. I looked around but couldn’t see anything that looked like it had burned and quickly walked over to the fridge to pull out the eggs. Before I could do so, I heard the front door open. I heard the pitter patter of small feet and I heard the heavier footsteps stop. I heard a small heave that sounded like Niall and I was presuming he had picked Caedan up. I walked into the hallway that lead to the living room and was suddenly faced with Niall who was standing there in gray sweatpants, white Supras, and a white jacket. His hair wasn’t quiffed like it usually was and laid flat on his head.  He was holding Caedan, whose brownish blonde hair was in a mess, his blue eyes sparkling as usual, and he was still wearing his pajamas I had put on him before Niall tucked him into bed and told him the story that somehow always pleased the little boy putting him in a trance before falling asleep. The story on how Niall got famous. It was the cutest thing.

Niall was also holding two McDonald’s bags and had let Caedan hold the drinks. A balloon was tied to the little boy’s wrist and Niall was holding something else but I couldn’t tell.

I walked over to Caedan, grabbing the drinks from him and kissed his chubby cheek. “What’s all this?” I asked, walking back to the kitchen to set the drinks down.

Before Niall could answer, Caedan came running at me, his little arms out wide. I grabbed him up, smiling at him.

“Happy Momma’s day!” Caedan exclaimed, his chubby hands touching my cheeks. He planted a slobbery kiss on my cheek before hugging me tightly. I felt my heart melt suddenly realizing that this little boy that I had grown so fond of these past 2 years had also grown fond of me. I guess I was like his mother even though I never expected him to say anything like that to me. I hugged him back tightly against me, kissing the messy locks of hair on his head.

“Thank you, Caedan.”

“Well, Caedan and I tried to make you breakfast, but the pancakes kind of caught on fire while we were watching the morning cartoons, so we figured we’d just go get breakfast and we also got you a little present.” Niall said, sitting me down at a chair next to the table, Caedan still in my arms.

“And?!” Caedan said, raising his eyebrow at Niall, which only made me chuckle. His sassiness was starting to reflect his uncle Louis.

“And, Caedan made you card as well. Go get it.” Niall said, ruffling the little boy’s hair as he went by, his tiny legs carrying him up the stairs.