Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Maria!

“This is called a train,” You stopped what you were doing when you heard his soft voice in the other room. “Can you say choo-choo?” You heard a giggle, which you immediately recognized as your son.

“Choo-choo! Trains go choo-choo!” Niall repeated himself. You smiled, unable to stop the chuckle that slipped from your lips. You set everything aside and peeked around the corner, staying quiet as to not interrupt them.

“This is a car,” Niall said to his son, whom he was holding in his lap. “Cars go vroom! Vroom!” He imitated the sounds of a car, rocking back and forth in the chair. You watched as Niall held up a mini ambulance.

“This one goes wee-woo, wee-woo!” He tried his best to mimic the sounds of an ambulance, which caused you to chuckle and shake your head, still watching silently from the doorway.

Your son reached up and placed his tiny hand on Niall’s face. And Niall took the miniature hand in his, playing with his small fingers. “That’s Daddy,” Niall said, referring to himself. “Can you say ‘Daddy’?”

The boy made some sort of sound, which was good enough for Niall. He smiled and gently rested his forehead against his son’s. You watched while they looked into each other’s eyes. You were so grateful that your son had inherited Niall’s beautiful eyes. The boy had great eyes, and he owed it all to his daddy.

Niall held his child like he was a fragile piece of glass that could break at any second. In a way, you completely understood why he did this. Niall had told you, countless times, that you and his baby boy were the two things that meant the world to him. He would go to great lengths to keep the two of you safe, and you knew that.

“Hey,” Your thoughts were interrupted by that familiar accent. “There’s Momma.” He took his son’s index finger and pointed to you with it.

“Hi,” You said in a tiny and excited voice, giving a small wave to both of them, smiling as your son’s face glowed in the dim lights of the room.

“How long have you been there, Maria?” Niall said in a hushed tone while he rocked back and forth.

“Not too long,” You smiled. “Just long enough. Hey, I don’t want to interrupt, but I think it’s about time we put little Horan to bed.”

Niall nodded, standing up and clutching the baby close to his chest. “C’mon, lil’ man,” He said.

He carried him all the way to his crib, and gently rested him inside, smiling down at him. You stood at Niall’s side, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He rested against you, and the two of you watched your son squirm around in his crib.

“You guys are so adorable,” You commented. “Honestly. He couldn’t have asked for a better father,” You nodded toward your son before looking up at Niall. “And I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

**There it is! Aww I like this! :) I hope you did too!**