Christmas Eve
Niall: "Daddy, what about the reindeer?" Your four year old daughter asked. Her blue eyes- much like her fathers - were rapidly filling with tears. "We have some carrots," he said opening the refrigerator trying to get her to stop crying. Her kindergarten teacher had reminded all her students that reindeer needed food too, and she had been fixated on leaving carrots out for them since she got home. She smiled, pushing the tray of chocolate chip cookies across the table. You scrambled, stopping her chubby little hand from sending it to the floor. She’d helped you bake all day in preparation, constantly saying how she hoped Santa would like her cookies. "Do you think he’ll come?" She asked rubbing her tired eyes. Niall finished laying out the carrots and he scooped her up, her cheek on his shoulder. "Without a doubt, love," he crooned. "Santa couldn’t forget the two best girls on the planet," you smiled, the feeling in your chest unexplainable as Niall hummed and rocked your baby girl to sleep on Christmas Eve. "I want..to stay…up,"she yawned. Niall chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Santa only comes when you sleep, my love. Come on, time for bed." Together, you tucked your sleeping baby girl into her bed. "Make sure he gets his cookies," she said rolling over. You smiled with Niall and went back downstairs. He immediately popped a cookie into his mouth and scooped up a second. "What are you doing?" You asked picking up the carrots. "She said to make sure Santa ate his cookies," he shrugged, his blue eyes wicked. You wrapper your arms around his neck, and he pulled you close giving you Eskimo kisses. "Happy Christmas Santa," you whispered as you pressed your mouth to his.
