Niall's POV.
I woke up, with sweat dripping from my forehead, to Theo screaming from his room. I got up and walked in the find my three year old son crying in his bed.
I walked over and sat at the edge, "What's wrong baby," I asked still trying to get my breath straight.
"I had a nwitemawe, daddy you go bye-bye," he said, tears forming in his eyes.
"No, baby. Daddy's going to stay here with you forever, so is papa." I said laying down next to him.
"Where papa, daddy," he said looking at me.
"He's still at work baby, but he'll be here in the morning," I yawned as Theo played with my hair.
"We go bed, daddy. Go sleep, I wead stowy," Theo slipped of his bed and walked over to his little bookshelf.
He came back with, 'Peter Pan'. That was his favorite book to read before bedtime.
"Weady daddy, I wead peter pan," he claimed onto the bed and opened the book.
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Zayn's POV.
I just home from work and walked up to mine and Niall's bedroom, but found it was empty.
I walked into our son's, Theodor's, room and found something that was so adorable.
I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture of my husband and our son sleeping in the small bed. Peter Pan was on top of Theo's small body.
I walked over and placed the book back on the shelf. I tucked Theo back in bed trying not to wake them up, but Niall started to stir in his sleep.
"Hello beautiful," I pushed some of Niall's hair out of his face.
"Hey Zayn," he said in a groggy voice, that sounded so sexy.
He got up carefully and grabbed my hand and we walked back to our room.
"Why were you sleeping in Theo's bed," I asked, placing a kiss on his lips.
"He had a nightmare, so did I," he looked at me with sad eyes.
"Was it the same one," I asked, and he nodded his head. Knowing the exact nightmare he was talking about, I gave him a hug as we laid down in bed.
"I-it felt so real," I could feel a tear drop on my shirt.
"It's okay, he can't get you now, I'm right here, I'm never leaving." I rubbed circles in his back.
