96. #96: Your child's first snow day.
#96: Your child's first snow day.
Louis: Your son couldn't be any more ecstatic, his one and a half year old self bundled up in his dad's arms as he looks outside the window. "That's snow," Louis whispers softly in his ear, tightening his arms around him while stepping just a little closer so his son can get a better look. "Maybe we'll take you outside later, help you build your first snowman." Though his son isn't old enough to understand words properly yet, he stares up at his dad and giggles.
Niall: "Sna...now! Snow!" he hears from his two year old son and he immediately raises his eyebrows, facing the culprit with wide eyes. "Did he just... talk? Y/N! Did he just talk?!" He couldn't be any happier and picked up his son, bouncing him up and down in his arms slightly before cracking open the front door just a tiny bit, enough to make the house breezy. "Say it again, go on, please," he whispers, staring at his little boy, the biggest smile on his face.
Liam: At the sound of the wind blowing against the house, your little girl can't get much rest and she tugs at her father's bigger hand, wrapping her hand around his thumb. "Is it snowing?" he asks you softly, all the while trying to rock the four month old back to sleep. "Yeah," you whisper back, and soon he is getting up from the chair and looking out of the window, a small smile resting on his lips. "Well, let's get her bundled up." A few minutes later, she's holding snow.
Zayn: "Four years and he's finally getting his first snow day," you mumbled to him, and he wraps his arm more securely around your shoulders before pulling you into his side, all the while running his gloved hand up and down your arm while watching his son throw the snow up into the air. "I think he's going to catch a child. Daddy knows best," he says, smirking down at you before pressing a soft kiss into your hair. "Come on. Let's be kids and go play with him."
Harry: Rightfully so, he shouldn't have taught his four year old daughter how to make a snowball. "Okay, that's enough, dear." But she has already thrown another one in his face, making his nose runny and stuffy. He looks back at you for help, though a small grin is on his face. "She's got an arm!" Before he could finish most of his sentence, he was already lunging at his little girl and grabbing her while snow fell around them, his nose brushing against hers. "Gotcha."