One Direction-Imagines

Niall imagine

A/N: wey hey I just did random Niall daddy imagine… Enjoy!

Daddy Niall imagine

You cooked in your kitchen, making dinner to Niall and your five years old son James. He had been bouncing on the walls all day, asking billions of questions about everything he could possibly think, but now he was silent. “What’s wrong sweetheart,” you asked, looking at him over the kettle. His small face was in small pout when he thought something over and over again. His knuckles were at his mouth, blue eyes looking at you questioning. He looked just like his father and you couldn’t be happier. All you hoped was that your baby girl who was supposed to born in four months would be just like her brother and father. “Mommy, do I have to eat?” James asked small voice higher than usually. He was staring at the food in front of you. You gasped, looking at him. “What did you say?” you asked, looking at him worried. He never said no to the food. “I don’t want to eat today,” he said again, now looking down and biting his small pink lip. “James,” you said, sitting next to him and pulling him to your arms,” what’s going on?” Small tears formed to his eyes, making his blue orbs even bluer. “I don’t want to kill babies,” he sobbed to your chest, tiny hands cribbing to your shirt. “What?” you asked confused, trying to sooth him, when Niall walked in, looking at you two worriedly. “Oi, what’s wrong buddie?”he asked sitting next to you. “I don’t want to kill babies! Girls should eat them so they could come out!” he cried, making you even more confused. Niall looked at your son, small redness growing in his face when he tried not to laugh, “James, where do you think babies come from?” Your son sniffled before looking at you both, “Mommys and daddys eat food and mommies get babies from food and daddies get stomach ache.” You both stared at your son, Niall muffling his laughter. “Who said that?” you asked, “It’s not true babe! Babies grow up from seeds! We don’t eat seeds do we?” Your son stopped sobbing, looking at you both, drying his tears to Niall’s shirt. “I don’t like seeds. They’re gross!” he exclaimed now happily, before getting up and running to the food cabinet. “Daddy can I borrow your phone I want to call Uncle Lou and Harry and tell them they’re wrong!” your son said smiling when he bite his sandwich. “Yeah, daddy’s gonna call them first and talk,” Niall said, looking at you, rising his eyebrows. You giggled when your son ran out of the room to search his dad’s iphone, still holding his sandwich. “I’m gonna kill ‘em,” Niall giggled before kissing your gentle lips lightly. You smiled to your husband’s kiss, when he reached down to kiss your still growing belly, “Hey there little girl, daddy can’t wait to see you! You’ll be as perfect as your big brother! Yes you will…!”