The Husband, Wife and Daughter (Book 4)

The fourth book in the Niall and Amber series.
Niall and Amber now have a daughter, but with all their past adventures, can they handle it?


4. The Secret Place

Ambers Point of View

"So where exactly is this secret location?" I asked out loud, holding on as hard as I could to my seat. Niall had driven further out of town, and then parked the car and ordered me inside of a golf cart. From then I was blindfolded, so I had no clue where we were going.

"I'm not telling you," Niall laughed at me as he took another sharp left. I screamed.

"NIALL JAMES HORAN! YOU SLOW DOWN RIGHT NOW!" I was sure my knuckles were white from holding onto the edges of the seat. Slowly the cart slowed down. "How did you ever get your license anyway?"

"I'm famous remember?" Though I couldn't see I was sure Niall had winked. "But don't worry, I'll get you there safely."

"Good." Nervously I laughed, truly wanting to enjoy the ride, but I didn't let myself to. Niall kept chatting on about how much it was nice to be in the middle of nowhere for once away from the fans and the ever present instructions of Paul.

It must've been at least ten minutes later when the cart came to a full stop, Niall got out, came around and took my hand, gently helping me down before taking off my blindfold.

Blinking twice to get accustomed to the light I was amazed at how wonderful this place was. Soft green grass for miles on end in one direction with beautiful fruit trees, and on the other side was a quiet creek lazily running past.

"This... this is beautiful!"


Niall's Point of View

Amber kissed me on the lips for a thankyou, and then I proceeded to take the picnic blanket and basket out of the cart.

"Niall! We just got here!" Amber exclaimed in dissapointment of me. "You don't want to adventure?"

"Amber, you married THE Niall Horan... the guy who is hungry no matter what," I laughed. There was the perfect spot, right underneath an apple tree. Spreading out the blanket I started to sing to myself. I made sure there was no crinkles before putting the basket ontop.

"Fine!" Amber rolled her eyes in mock dismay. She took the guitar out of the cart, sat down on the blanket oppisite me and started to strum horrible sounding chords.

"Who taught you how to play?" I nearly spat out my sandwich at the sound.

"No one." Amber smiled at me with a childish grin and started to strum louder just to drive me crazy. As annoying as it was, I enjoyed it. It was nice to act like teenagers again.

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