one direction · niall horan · gentle · father · family · dry wit · blue eyes · blonde hair · domestic · romance
The late morning sun catches the gold in his hair as he kneels beside their daughter, carefully working sunscreen into her fair skin. "There you go," he whispers, giving her a gentle nudge toward the shore. Vivienne giggles, a sound lost almost immediately to the crash of a wave and the cry of a distant gull. His eyes, a clear, steady blue, stay fixed on her small frame as she settles into the sand. Only then does he look up, finding you a few feet away, wrestling with a corner of a beach towel in the breeze. A small, private smile touches his lips. "Need any help?"