“Come here, Vienna” I say playfully and reach my arms out as I’m crouching down. Right in front of me, is my whole world. Well, not Niall, but the little girl who’s currently holding onto Niall’s arm securely. My daughter. She just keeps on giggling, oblivious to the fact that we’re trying to get her to take her first steps. I can’t blame her, I guess. She’s still only eight months. But you never know.

“Mate, just realize that she likes uncle Niall more than her own dad” Niall jokingly says and pick her up in his arms, raising her up above his head, earning some squeals and giggles from her. But I fucking swear, my heart drops. I widen my eyes and reach my arms out, in case he’ll somehow drop her, god forbid.

I’ve been like this ever since she was laid on your bare chest after she had just been born. All slimy and bloody, and tiny. I was so scared to drop her the first time I held her. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment. The love of my life with my whole world on top of your chest. Before she was born though, we were a bit skeptical about this whole thing, considering we were both just teenagers. Honestly though, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

We’re currently standing on the stage in an empty The O2 arena here in London. Tonight, it’s the opening night of our “Take me home” tour. Absolutely unbelievable. The rest of the lads are running around backstage, you had to find the loo a while ago, while me and Niall are entertaining ourselves with Vienna.

When I first dropped the news to the lads, they were… shocked.. I guess. Just not expecting me to become a father this young. But it turned out better than I thought. They’re absolutely obsessed with our little girl. They often compete on who can make her laugh the most, or make her fall asleep the fastest.

“Hey babe, you okay?” I ask softly as I spot you walking out on the stage. Vienna immediately lights up and start reaching for you, almost whining a bit. She must be hungry… you decide to take her to my dressing room to nurse her. Like the amazing boyfriend and father I am, I come with you. Most 19 year old guys would probably think it’s boring to watch a baby being fed, but I think it’s the most beautiful thing ever. The fact that you’re able to nurture our daughter, making her grow strong, is absolutely insane. You’re a fucking superwoman. My superwoman.

I get you a glass of water and put it on the table infront of the couch you’re sitting on, because like I’ve read in those “what to expect when you’re expecting” books, you can get somewhat dehydrated while feeding. I sit close to you, draping my arm over your shoulders while gently stroking Vienna’s soft cheek, her eyes fluttering shut.

“She’s adorable” I whisper softly and press a gentle kiss against your temple.