"Daddy, daddy!" Your son Luke cheered while jumping on the bed you and your husband Niall shared. Niall slowly opened his eyes, seeing his son jumping up and down. He let out a raspy chuckle before stretching out. "Hi buddy," He groaned before leaning forward to grap the tiny hands of his son. "Why are you up this early?" "I couldn't sleep anymore." Luke explained to his father as he stopped jumping the second his hands connected with his dad's. "And I wanted to play soccer with you." He pouted, pulling Niall's hands towards him, wanting him to stand up. "Luke, it's only 7 in the morning..." Niall said before yawning. "Do you want back to sleep again?" 7 year old Luke asked, receiving a nod from his father. "Then can I lay with you and mommy?" "Sure," Niall whispered back while Luke lay on the mattress next to you and Niall. "But don't wake her up, okay?" "I won't, I'll let mommy sleep."
