— Come to daddy.

Niall smiled, his arms outstretched towards Amanda as he crouched down in front of the hotel bed and watched as she walked towards him, giggling in that baby way.

Things are going well with her, thankfully. It was a lot scarier in the beginning.

She wasn't planned. Not nearly.

Well, let's just summar it up by saying you and Niall were two eighteen year olds, swimming in the chaotic novelty of his fame and doing reckless things.

Despite having known Niall for a few years and having been with him since 2009, your family didn't approve of it in any means. You were eighteen and were already pregnant, everyone freaked out. And you don't really blame them, to be honest. It was avoidable, you were just irresponsible.

But after a while, they all softened. Lucky you that Niall had just released an album with One Direction, and it was giving money, which meant you'd have more financial support than your families and yourself could provide.

Then came her. December, 2011.

The feeling was insane. Everyone told you it was gonna ruin your life. That you were too young, that you were going to waste your youth taking care of a kid instead of enjoying it. But, really? It was the best thing that ever happened to you— after the panic passed.

Both you and Niall have been trying — and succeeding — to be the best parents you can for her. It's hard to have a rather stable life when Niall's always on the road, but you've been coming with him and it's been going great. In between studios and concerts, you go out to little stores and tourism places to have some time with each other. He's been the best. Caring, responsible — way more than march of 2011 —, loving, careful, and, most of all, doing everything he can to spend as much time with you as possible, despite his busy schedule.

In december, she'll turn 2 years old. Insane.

It's yet another pre-show day, and you're been planning to try to go out somewhere without being swarmed by paparazzi. It's usually hard, but Niall's seeing what he can do.