Niall's POV 

I smiled brightly as I watched her admire her swelling tummy in the mirror. Three months this week and neither of us could contain our excitement. We'd made it through the most treacherous and unnerving trimester, with both little squids still progressing as they should be. 

 She smiled, a healthy and beaming smile as she rubbed her tummy. At only three months, it was a lot more swollen than when she had Bella. Although, considering it's Bella multiplied by two, that was expected. 

Her cheeks were glowing, she was glowing. She just makes pregnancy look so beautiful. I don't know how she does it. I watched her fondly through the mirror, feeling myself smiling broadly. How could I not smile at the sight before me?

"We can tell Bella now, I'm so excited," she smiled, letting her top drop over her stomach again. She walked over to me and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gently and squealing quietly into her shoulder. I just couldn't contain my excitement for all this. Soon enough, we are going to have two more amazing little babies in our arms. If they fill us with as much joy with as Arabella does, I think we will both be overjoyed. 

Arabella had been spending the day in her friends house. I found it rather cute, that she was at the age she was starting to have play dates. It dawned on me then, that she'd also be starting school this September. My baby is growing up too fast. Is there any way to keep them little and innocent forever?

As soon as I collected Arabella from her friend's house, Jenny couldn't wait any longer to tell her. Arabella came in and plopped down on the couch next to Jenny, pushing her fringe off her forehead. "Did you have fun at Ally's house?" Jenny asked Arabella who let out an exaggerated sigh. 

"Well," she began, running a hand through her blonde locks. "She cried when I saids babies don't come from storks," she sassily rolled her eyes which had me giggling. 

"Where do they come from, Bell?" I asked her curiously, raising an eyebrow at her. My little daughter better not know where they actually come from or someone is getting a beating. 

"Mammy's tummy," she pointed to Jenny, poking her belly then which made Jenny jump and grab it. 

"And how do they get in mammy's tummy?" 

"God, duh daddy," she rolled her eyes as though I should know. I smiled softly, liking that innocent answer. 

"My smart little girl," I smiled, pulling her onto my lap. She whined and wriggled in my arms until I let her go. I pouted and held my hands out to her again. "Hey, you're not getting to big to sit on daddy's lap, are you?" I asked. She giggled and nodded. 

"Yeah dad, she's three now, that's way too big to be sitting on your lap," Jenny teased and Bella nodded. I then began to fake cry, putting my face into my hands. 

"No! Daddy don't cry!" She ran over to me, pulling my face from my hands. I showed her a sad expression and continued to fake cry. "M'not too big," she crawled onto my lap again. I smiled then, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my chest. 

"I don't care how big you get, you're always going to be my little princess," I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, earning a giggle from her. Arabella sat with her back rested against my chest, her booted feet swinging between my legs. She took my hand in both her hands, her dainty little fingers playing with one of mine. 

"Speaking of babies," Jenny began. "Would you like if mammy had a baby in her tummy?" Jenny asked and Arabella shook her head with no hesitation. "Why not?" She frowned.

"All daddy's cuddles are for me," She turned in my lap, her knees rested on my thighs as he wrapped her arms around my neck. I smiled brightly, rubbing her back gently. God, why is she so bloody adorable? 

"What about my cuddles?" Jenny raised an eyebrow. "Aren't mine good enough?" She questioned and Bella shook her head, giggling quietly. 

"No, daddy's are the best!" She exclaimed. 

"Yeah, mine are the best," I stuck my tongue out at Jenny childishly before holding Bella tighter to my chest. 

"So you definitely don't want a baby in my tummy?" Jenny asked, rubbing it gently. Arabella sat down in my lap again, glancing to Jenny's tummy with a perplexed expression. "What if mummy had a baby in her tummy, would that make you sad?" She questioned. 

"Yeah," she said. I started to laugh and face-palmed myself  because this is not the response we were expected. "If you have a bwoder or sister Santa gets less toys," she innocently responded, mispronouncing the word 'brother'. It was the cutest  mispronunciation ever. 

"Okay, what if Santa promised to still get you the same amount of presents, would you mind if mommy had a baby then?" She asked Bella. She looked in thought for a few moments before shaking her head. "Would you like a brother or sister to play with?" 

"Yeah! I love May!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands. Even after all these months, she still refers to Mason as her little brother. I'm not condemning it though. 

"Okay, good. That's the right answer," Jenny chuckled, putting a hand over her heart. 

"So would you like mammy and daddy to give you a little sister or brother to play with?" I asked Arabella who nodded with a smile. 

"As long as you still give me loadsa cuddles," she pressed her cheek to my chest. 

"Well guess what then?" I said and Arabella looked up at me with bright blue eyes, waiting for me to continue. "Mammy is gonna have two babies!" I told her and her eyes widened. 

"Two?" She held up three fingers. I pushed down one of her fingers, leaving two in the air. 

"Yeah, two," I confirmed. She smiled brightly and giggled before standing up and running over to Jenny. 

"They're in here," she took Bella's hand and pressed it to her stomach. "It could be two little brothers, or two little sisters or maybe one of each, what would you like?" Jenny asked her.

"Two bwoders like May!" She exclaimed with a bright smile. I smiled brightly as well, watching her as she looked at Jenny's stomach curiously. She poked her belly button, wondering if she could see the babies through there. This made me chuckle. Kids are so funny sometimes. 

"Wanna see them?" Jenny said, taking out the newest ultrasound pictures we'd gotten for the three month scan. Arabella squinted as she looked at it. "Look, there they are," she pointed out the two babies to her. "Do you see?" She asked and Bella shook her head. I couldn't blame her, I could barely make them out either. 

"You have to share your room with them," I teased, nudging Arabella. She immediately started to cry, shaking her head. "Yeah, they're gonna sleep in bed with you," I giggled. She cried louder and stomped her foot, yelling "no!" What a little diva. 

"Bella you don't have to share a room, that's just daddy being mean," Jenny pulled her to her chest as she cried. 

"I'm moving out," she mumbled, glaring at me as tears ran down her cheeks. 

"Where are you gonna live?" I asked her. 

"Joanna n' Darren," she replied, folding her arms and glowering at me. 

"Okay, come on, we'll pack your bag," I teased, holding my hand out to her and she started crying again. She turned around in Jenny's arms, crying into her chest. 

"Jesus Christ Niall, stop bullying your daughter," Jenny rolled her eyes as I laughed. Kids cry at the funniest of things. 

"Hey Bella, the twins are gonna steal your dinner too so you'll have to go eat outside," I said and she began to cry high pitched, almost screaming. 

"I hope they eat you," she yelled before running out of the room. I laughed loudly at her response, trying not to wet myself if I was being honest. God, I'm getting old. 

"Niall James Horan, how could you torment your poor daughter like that, now she won't want the twins," Jenny said, standing up to go after Arabella. 

"I know, but it was so funny," I said, standing up to go after her. "I'll go apologise," I chuckled, searching the house for her. I didn't find her in her usual hiding spots, such as in her play house or under the stairs. I soon found her in our bed though, cuddling one of my hoodies as she cried. I suddenly felt really bad for teasing her. 

"Oh Bella," I cooed, coming in and sitting down on the bed next to her. I placed a hand on her back, the size of my hand almost taking up her whole back. I rubbed it gently, leaning down next to her and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. I wiped under her eye where a tear was with my finger before resting my chin on her shoulder. "Daddy was only joking with you, I was being silly, I'm sorry," I said as she sniffled. 

"Don't want babies," she sniffled. 

"Why not?" I asked, pulling her onto my lap when I realised she wasn't angry at me. She immediately buried her face in my chest, shrugging her shoulders. "Daddy was kidding Bell, you don't have to share your room and they're not going to sleep in your bed," I told her, rubbing her back. "And you don't have to eat outside." 

"I know," she rolled her eyes. "M'not dumb, daddy," she sassily replied which made me raise my eyebrows at her. Sometimes she was so innocent and cute and other times I wonder where that mouth of hers was coming from. 

"Well, why don't you want mammy to have a baby then?" I asked her. 

"Cause mammy n' daddy will love new baby more," she mumbled into my chest. 

"Aw Bella, we won't love the new babies more than we love you," I pulled her from my chest, forcing her to look at me. "You're always gonna be my favourite little princess and I could never love anybody more than I love you," I told her and she smiled softly, wiping under her eyes with her sleeves. "I'm gonna love you and mammy and these little twins all the same." 

"No, you gotta love mammy more," she said with a smile. 

"And why's that?" 

"Cause mammy gived you me!" She exclaimed, putting her hands under her chin to make the 'cupcake' face. I started to laugh, rolling my eyes fondly. 

"Of course, she gave me the best present ever, that was you," I tickled her sides which made her squeal, giggling loudly. 

"But daddy," she glanced up at me. I hummed, peering down at her as though telling her to continue. "Babies aren't allowed in our huts," she giggled which made me smile. 

"Yes, they're just for us," I leaned down and gave her an eskimo kiss. "You're gonna love having them though. That means you're gonna have two little friends to play with, doesn't that sound fun?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded silently. 

"But where will they live?" She asked, glancing up at me. 

"What do you mean?" I frowned, running a hand through her hair, fixing her fringe. "With mammy and daddy and you," I told her. 

"May don't live here," she pouted, looking up at me though her eyelashes. "And your May's daddy," she said and I gulped. I didn't know how to explain to her I wasn't his daddy. 

"But Andrew is May's daddy," I told her quietly, plaiting her hair in an effort to distract myself for what we were talking about. This was still a rather touchy subject for me. It still hurt when I thought of how much I loved that little boy and how I thought he was mine. 

"But," she frowned, looking down at her lap before up at me. "You're his daddy," she looked rather puzzled. 

"I'm not his daddy Bella, Andrew is his daddy," I told her with a sigh. "That's why he lives with Andrew." There was no point lying to her, she may be too young to understand but at least I'm not lying to her. 

"Oh," she quietly said. "I thought you was," she frowned and I shook my head, finishing the plait and putting a hair-tie on the end. 

"I'm his Godfather," I reminded her. "But not his daddy," I smiled sadly as I spoke. She reached around and felt her plait as she nodded. 

"So," I began. "How about you and I do a surprise for mammy and together we can design the nursery for the new babies," I told her. Last time, I designed Arabella's on my own, but this time I thought it would be sweet if she helped me. 

"Yeah!" She squealed excitedly. 

"We can start it in a few weeks when the doctors can tell mammy if you're getting brothers or sisters or both," I smiled down at her, taking her dainty hand in mine, running my fingers over hers. "Hey, how about we paint your nails now?" I smiled when I noticed hers were bare. She rarely ever has bare nails. One of her favourite things to do these days is paint them. 

"Only if I can paint yours!" She squealed and I smiled. I nodded and took her hand, walking to her bedroom. I pulled out the box of her nail polishes and told her to pick what we were both going to wear. For herself, she picked out a baby pink nail polish with a glittery pink for the ring finger. I was getting hot pink nail polish with gold for the ring finger. 

We sat at her table, which was far too small for me, my knees were raised higher than the table when we were sat at it. I painted her nails first, being careful and making sure not to get any polish on her fingers. Next, I allowed her to paint mine, watching how she did it as carefully as she could, but only being three, she did indeed get it around the edges. She stuck her tongue out in concentration, breathing heavily as she tried her best to get them perfect. 

"Wow! They look great!" I exclaimed when she was done, admiring my nails. 

"You gotta wear 'em to work," she giggled and I started to laugh. "Promise?" She held up her pinky for me. She didn't trust me, I generally took the nail polish off as soon as she put it on me. 

"Okay, I promise," I wrapped my pinky around her petite one. And that was a promise I kept, I wore the nail polish filming the next day. What else is being a father about, eh? Proudly wearing pink nail polish on national telly because your daughter spent ages doing it and wants you to. Seeing her smile when I came home with it still on makes it worth it. It's the small things that count. 

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