Niall Horan Imagines

Where Do Babies Come From?

Where Do Babies Come From?

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*Niall POV*

I'm home alone with my little princess while my beautiful wife was at work. I had a day off and was spending my day at home to relax and chill out before I was back at the studio.

I was sitting on the couch, on the phone with Liam, congratulating him and his wife on their new baby. I was in the living room while talking to him, my daughter (Y/D/N) sitting on the floor in front of me coloring while watching cartoons.

"Congrats man! Your first baby, how you feelin'?" I asked Liam.

He was excited and really happy to be a dad. He should feel like that, being a dad is great, it's a new chapter in your life.

I'm happier than ever since (Y/D/N) was born. She's my little princess and I love her with all my heart, along her beautiful mom, (Y/N), who is my queen. These girls mean the world to me and I couldn't ask for better, they complete me and are the reason a smile is always on my face. I love them and I know they love me too.

"That's great! Well, I'll talk to you later Liam. And once again, congratulations say hi to your wife from me. Bye now!" I hanged up and looked over at my little girl who was intenlty staring up at me from where she sat.

"Daddy?"

"Yes princess?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You already did darling." I chuckled.

"No! A real question silly!" She giggled and stood up sitting on my lap.

"Go for it sweetheart."

"Okay...uhm. Where do babies come from?" She asked.

I understand that she is curious and was listening to my conversation with Liam the whole time, but what can I tell a 6 year old, I bearly know how to tell a lie.

"Well. Y-You see (Y/D/N)...You know? You don't need to know that!" I tried to change the topic, but she was stubborn just like her mother and would not have it until she's had a reasonable answer.

"Please daddy! Or I'm gonna tell mom that you gave me ice cream for breakfast!" She knew how to scare a man, with her small size and death threats, she was an evil one, I tell you.

"Don't tell her! Then she is going to be a meanie to me!" I pouted.

"Then tell me where do babies come from and I won't tell!" She crossed her little arms, she tried to look threatening but she looked adorable. Well of course, she gets it from her handsome father, duh.

"Okay, okay. Babies, well, they come from...uh. They come from mommy's tummy. She uhm, well when two people love each other a lot and decide they want a baby, they uhm hug each other for a long time. Uhm yeah." I nervously scratch the back of my neck hoping (Y/D/N) would buy it.

"Sooo, I can have a baby if I hug Uncle Haz for a long time?" She asked.

"NO!" I cleared my throat. "No baby girl. You're too young. And you will not be hugging for a long time with anyone until I am dead!"

"Okay daddy. Also, is that how I was made? By you and mommy hugging for a long time?" Jesus, her and her questions today, probably that ice cream.

"You could say that." I laughed.

"Oh. Okay. That's all I wanted to ask. Thanks daddy, love you!" And she ran off to her room.

Thank God this is over! I cannot answer anymore questions like this, ever!
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Few hours past, I had already made dinner, and a few house chores here and there. (Y/N) was about to come home from her job and I couldn't wait until then.

(Y/D/N) was setting the table, wanting to help her daddy out like the perfect little girl she is.

Okay maybe I've bribed her with extra dessert for her to do 'cause I was too lazy and warned out, but kids with their sweets would do anything really especially my little (Y/D/N)!

The door was creaking open and it revealed my lovely wife. She had a smile on her face even if she spent most of her time at work, but she was with us now and that's all that matters.

"Mommy!" (Y/D/N) squealed jumping on (Y/N)'s arms.

(Y/N) spinned her and kissed her chubby cheek.

"Hi darling! How was your day with daddy hmm?" She better not say anything about the ice cream or our talk because (Y/N) wouldn't let me live this done.

"Daddy told me how babies are made!" She giggled. Lord help me now!

"He did? What did he tell you darling?" (Y/N) looked at me while bending down to our giggling little girl's height.

"He said that you hug for a looong time and a baby starts in your tummy when two people love each other!" She smiled proudly.

"Seems like you had nice talk with daddy then. Anything else you did today babe?" I have a feeling I'm not going to like this.

"Oh yeah! I had ice cream for breakfast!!" I'm dead.

"You did?" I started walking back to the kitchen, I was not ready for a scolding tonight.

Yes, it was wrong to give my child ice cream for breakfast. Yes, I know it has nothing nutritional besides sugar that would cause a mess of our home. I knew all of it, just that I didn't want to be reminded of the rebel dad I am. I'm a cool dad after all.

"NIALL!" There it goes...

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I think I would just be straight forward you know? Like yeah son, you come from your momma's va-jayjay! I'd be a terrible parent, omg!
-Lee ✌🏻️