Dates, Dreams and Diapers

Chapter 5

Edited on April, 3/2019

Niall's POV

My hazy mind registers the soft snores of someone close by, so I slowly open one eye and start when I see Liam laying beside me. It might take me a while to get used to that, but the first night we shared a bed, it just became a habit for Liam to join me when bedtime rolled around.

When I hear the purring of a feline on my head, I flutter my other eye open and smile as I see my little 'family' all sleeping peacefully. Stretching my arms and legs downward stirred a big yawn out of me as I began to move around in bed, intending to get breakfast started before Liam or Jack wakes up. But when I see Liam, just laying there, with his cute lips, closed eyes, scruffy hair and big muscles, I get this strong impulse.

I probably shouldn't do this but...

After giving a small peck to Liam's cheek, very close to his mouth might I add, I get off the bed with a sudden giddiness to my step. I just kissed Liam, my best friend and band mate, while he was sleeping!

I'm going to hell...and don't bother praying for me, the Lord and Devil will just rip me in half when they grab onto my soul to play tug-o-war.

Just as I'm clear of the bed my heart nearly gives out, as I leap five feet in the air, when a gleeful shriek comes from Jack's crib, opposite of my bed. It's been a week since Jack came into our lives and he's only gotten much more cuter.

"Sweet mother in heaven." I exclaim after my heart rate settles down a few notches. After walking to the crib, I'm met with a beautiful pair of blues eyes, chestnut brown hair and pearly skin that is my baby boy.

Jack, my baby.

It still makes my heart swell knowing I can call him that. Jack's eyes immediately meet mine and he kicks and waves his tiny hands in happiness as I lean down to pick him up. I honestly love this kid so much.

"Well, good morning there handsome. Would you like to help me make breakfast for your father, today?" Jack can't talk yet, but he makes a gurgling sound when he means yes and shakes his head when he means no.

"I thought you were talking to me, but I guess Jack's not bad-looking, either. He must get it from me." I blush when I hear Liam's groggy morning-voice behind me, but I quickly retaliate when I see him putting on a very tight t-shirt that shows off his six-pack.

"Oh Liam, must you dress like that while in the presence of a child. Fore shame Mr. Payne, fore shame." I chuckled when Liam flushed a scarlet color and quickly ran into the bathroom, taking a change of clothes with him. After the first few nights, I got used to Liam sleeping in nothing but his briefs, but even that was a challenge since he liked to get me embarrassed with god-awful jokes and 'confident' poses.

Get out of the kitchen if you can't handle the heat, my little Li-li.

It's when another laugh, coming from Jack, that I look down to see Lolly patting his head with his tiny paw. His whiskers must be tickling Jack as he rubs his face against Jack's. With Liam, changing in the bathroom, no doubt smashing his head against the wall, I take Jack from his crib and place him on my hip as I take us downstairs for breakfast.

I'm not a bad cook, but I know I still don't know how to make a few things.

Slowly, I start to randomly hum as I place Jack in the living room, on top of a bundle of blankets with numerous toys around him. I also placed one above him, since I know it's his favorite  among others. While Molly and Lolly come into the room and sit close by, I turn on the TV so that they could watch the morning news while also keeping an eye on my son.