you woke up with the sunlight streaming in through the large windows covered only by thin white curtains. after yawning and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked beside you to see that your husband niall wasn't beside you.
with a quiet sigh, you got up from bed, pulling your (nialls) shirt down as it has ridden up your body from sleeping.
your feet padded there way down the hall and into your baby girls room to see if she was awake. to your surprise you saw the two people that meant to most to you cuddled up in your girls crib.
niall was in an awkward curled up position as your daughter was tucked away under his large hand that covered the expance of her stomach.
your heart bursted at the sight, taking a mental image as you realized you might not ever get to see this again.
as if on cue, niall shifted slightly and his blue eyes opened. you smiled softly, walking over to the crib.
"morning ni" was all you said as you leaned down, planting a soft kiss onto the tip of his nose. he smiled and yawned, earning a quick and quiet laugh from your end.
the three of you just laid there in comfortable silence for a bit before niall started getting up from his position, being careful not to wake up the sleeping angel next to him.
once out of the crib (after a shit ton of struggle) niall wrapped his arms around your waist and you looked at your daughter, in complete aw of her.
no matter how many times you looked at her or fed her or played with her, whatever, you would never be able to fathom how you got so lucky. she was perfect.
she was your little angel.
and as if the man behind you was reading your thoughts, he kissed your cheek and leaned into your neck some more. "y/n, that's our baby, we made that" niall gawked, earning a soft laugh from you.
"that we did. thank god we got drunk and fucked that night."
