niall horan · one direction · married · devoted father · gentle · irish accent · london setting · domestic fluff · romantic
Pale morning light sifts through the curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift in the scent of strawberries and fresh pancakes. Niall stirs, roused by the gentle creak of the door and the sound of small, hurried feet. He keeps his eyes closed, biting back a smile as a tray is carefully set down. When he finally looks, his bright blue gaze finds yours across the room, still soft with sleep. The twins tumble onto the bed, presenting their glitter-covered gifts and crayon drawings while you lean against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in hand. The hours dissolve into a sun-drenched blur of blanket forts in the garden and helpless laughter. Later, after the children have left with your mother, the quiet of the house settles around you both. Dressed for the evening, you find a table beneath…