“Can you imagine it though? What it’ll be like?” Niall asked into the darkness. He saw his whole life with you. From being old and gray to being parents, grandparents. Niall didn’t want anyone else for all those big moments in his life. You smiled, your hand lacing and unlacing through his. “Yeah, a little boy with his daddy’s eyes and appetite,” that made Niall laugh and he turned to face you, his hands still moving through yours. “And his mom’s smile,” he could just make out your face in the darkness and his heart always flipped when you smiled at him like that. It was late, after 2 am but neither of you could sleep, so you did something you’d never done before: you daydreamed about the future you would have together. “Can we live in Ireland?” You whispered, heart racing. He froze, his large hand stilling above yours. “You want to live in Ireland with me?” His accent was thick now, husky with surprise. “It’s your home,” you shrugged. Ireland was the most important place to him, and even though he lived here with you, you knew that Ireland was his true home and he would never be fully happy anywhere else. You wanted to give him that, you wanted to give him all the happiness in the world because he deserved it. He was grinning now, you could feel the happiness pulse through him. “A little house in Ireland, fields, green everywhere ya look. And oh god I can go to Derby games!” You laughed and climbed on top of him and he put his hands on your hips, staring up at you in adoration. “I’d live anywhere,” he said bringing your face down to his for a long, slow kiss. “As long as I’m with you…but to live in Ireland and raise kids and make a life with you, well,” his lips moved down your jaw to your neck and you shivered. “I can’t imagine anything more perfect.”
