No More Little Ones... I Think (Niall Horan Request)
“Mumma! Mummy! Mum!” three of your little ones yell as they run up the stairs to where you were laying your one-and-a-half-year old down for a nap.
“Shh, babies. Leighton is sleeping,” you say in a hushed tone, ushering your children out of the room and shutting her door quietly, hooking the baby monitor onto your pants, and picking up the laundry basket to bring to the washer.
“Mumma,” Michael, your three-year-old and youngest boy, says pulling on your yoga pants, “I’m hung’y.”
“Okay, my love, tea is on the cooker now. How does pasta sound, hm?” you say, setting the basket on the machine and leaning down to place a kiss to his head before he runs back upstairs to his room.
“Mummy, me and sissy did our school work. Can we p’ay now?” Oliver, or Oli as everyone calls him, your five-year old, asks even though he was already pulling on his older sister’s hand.
“Elodie, did you get your work done, as well?” you ask, loading the machine, starting it, and then making your way to the kitchen to stir the pasta.
“Yes, mum. When is Daddy coming home?”
“Soon, baby girl. I promise. Go play, yeah?” you say, leaning down to kiss both her’s and Oli’s heads.
With the children all upstairs playing and Leighton sleeping soundly, you were able to finish cooking the pasta, have the babies come help set the table, move the laundry into the dryer, and get everyone in their chairs at the table, just in time for Niall to walk in the door.
“Mhm, is smells great in here, love,” he says walking into the dining room after setting down his keys and sunglasses. He leans over to give you a kiss on your lips, when the three little ones attack his legs. “Oh my goodness, look a’ my babies. I missed you kiddos. Tomorrow your uncles want to see you, yeah. I’ll bring y’a to ‘de studio wit’ me, hm,” he says, picking Michael up and putting him on his hip whilst your other two, hug him, pushing him onto his back.
“Alright, my family, tea’s goin’ to be cold by the time we eat. Let’s go,” you say, pushing your little ones towards the table. A few steps away and Niall pinches your bum, chuckling as you squeak before sitting down.
Elodie and Oli tell Niall all about the new schooling work, as you taught from home so that you could travel with Niall comes the new tour, and Michael was sitting on Niall’s lap, babbling about the cartoon on the telly from the morning. You were feeding Leighton, watching as she giggle and babbled nonsense at the table, staring aimlessly at your husband. As you rinse the plates in the sink, you feel Niall come up behind you and snake him arms around your waist.
“What do you want, hmm? I know that smirk,” you say, turning around so that your arms could hand loosely on his shoulder.
“Well, I was thinking we could have some Mummy and Daddy time. How does that sound?” he asks, leaning over to place kisses along your jaw and neck, settling on your collarbone to leave a mark, that could easily be hidden from your children.
“That sounds nice, but what about our babies, I’m pretty sure they’re not ready for bed just yet,” you say, both of you peeking over into the lounge to see the three little ones watching a movie, most likely Monster’s Inc. University, their favourite movie, and Leighton have tummy time on the mat.
“I called your mum, she said she’d come by ‘round 7 to pick ‘em up for us,” he says, voice husky, and returning to his place on your neck, only picking back up when three little voices and a waddling baby grab your attention.
“Mummy, Nana’s here. Daddy got us our bags at ‘de door. Love you!” Elodie says, pulling you down for a kiss.
“Alright, my babies, give Mummy kisses and hugs. Daddy and I will pick you up tomorrow. I love you,” you say, leaning down to give kisses to all your little ones, picking up Leighton and blowing raspberries on her cheeks, before Niall brings the little ones out to your mum.