“I swear, Louis, it’ll help your feet, just come to the sea with me!” Niall pleaded to a sprawled out Louis who was lying on the deck chair lazily. His skinny shadow cast over the lying boy, his size contrasting with Louis’ dramatically.
“But I have to walk all the way there first!” Louis retorted stubbornly, crossing his arms and resting them on his overly large bump.
“It isn’t that far! Look, Steph and Harry are having so much fun; why can’t we have that much fun?” Niall pouted as he glanced to the bottom of the beach.
Harry’s arms were wrapped around Steph’s slim waist, holding her above the water. Her body curled around his strong arm to shy away from the cold sea and her infectious laugh along with sounds of protest floated through the air. Harry’s smile widened even more as she continued to try and shuffle up his body away from the sea; his expression nothing other than mischievous. Harry’s face levelled with Steph’s ear when she buried her face in his bare chest, whispering something into it unknown to the two on the hot sand.
Suddenly, Harry’s arm relaxed and she plummeted into the sea. When Steph arose from the water, her scream shot through the air along with Harry’s howls of laughter. Her clothing was drenched and her hair was stuck to her face with the wetness. She continually slapped Harry lightly on his bare chest in retaliation; but he only continued to laugh aloud. Whilst Harry was still laughing, Steph caught him off guard and jumped upon his back, making him stumble and fall into the water. Regardless of the fact she’d just fallen back into the cool depths, she continued Harry’s wild laughter and was soon joined by the man himself’s glorious chime.
Niall snapped back to his fiancé as he heard a high whine, followed by a strangled choke, escape from his mouth. Louis had his head hunched over his bump, covering his face from Niall’s curious stare, “What’s wrong? Is it Alfie? Oh my god. What’s happening, Louis? Tell me what’s happening!” Niall babbled panicked.
With nothing but the shaking of Louis’ shoulders in reply, Niall continued to shout out incoherent words to no-one in particular; “Fuck. Shit. He isn’t supposed to come yet, fuck, it’s another month to go. No Alfie, stay there. Don’t move, don’t you bloody dare move. Stay in Daddy Boo’s belly, okay? Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t know what to do. Someone tell me what to do!”
“I want to go in the sea” Louis whined out childishly, his head lolling backwards to land on the deck chair to show his wet cheeks.
Niall paused his panic and looked at Louis in bemusement. “Wait…nothing’s wrong with you or Alf?”
“No, nothing is wrong except the fact I can’t bloody walk because you stuck your penis in me without a condom” Louis snapped back, his tears clearing from his eyes.
Niall breathed a sigh of relief, “Fuck, Lou, you had me worried. I didn’t know what was happening”
“What is happening is that you stuck your penis in-“
“I stuck my penis in you without a condom. Yes, we’ve been over this Louis, many times. Do you want to tell me why you were crying then, instead of moaning over my penis? I mean, I condone certain moans over my penis but not that kind of moaning”
“I want to go to the sea”
“I just asked you before and you said no!” Niall replied in amusement.
“I didn’t then, but I do now”
“You and your hormones” Niall muttered lowly. “Well come on then, let’s go”
“I can’t” Louis drawled, gesturing to his swollen ankles which were propped on a beach ball.
“Lou, did you not listen to what I was saying before? The water will help your feet, it’ll reduce the swelling. Come on” Niall extended his hand and heaved Louis onto his feet, appreciating the heaviness Louis must’ve been feeling on his body with the big weight.
“We’ll take it slow, yeh?” Niall said sympathetically. Louis nodded weakly in response, his face contorting into a wince as he stepped one foot in front of the other.
Slowly but surely, the two made their way down the beach. Niall’s arm was wrapped protectively around Louis’ waist. His spare hand gripped onto Louis’, which tightened its grip with each step. Louis’ right hand fell tenderly on his swelled stomach, his thumb rubbing circles on it out of habit. As the wind whipped at their faces when they reached the seafront, a smile graced Louis’ lips.
The cold water pinched at their toes in contrast with the soft, warm sand, and they flinched at the change. Fighting the chills, they walked in until the water sloshed half way up their shins. The cool water soothed Louis’ burning ankles so he let out a sigh of relief, nuzzling his head into the crook of Niall’s neck with an affectionate smile.
“That feel good?”
“Really good” Louis breathed. After a few minutes of tranquil silence, Louis spoke out softly to Niall; “I’m sorry for snapping at you, I ju-“
“Don’t mention it, Lou. It’s okay, I understand how much stress you’re under. If I could take all that pain from you, you know I would at the drop of a hat”
“I know. And I don’t regret you sticking your penis in me either, I’m quite happy you did actually” Louis mumbled happily.
“I’m glad I did too. But I doubt you’ll be saying that in 34 days” Niall replied with a chuckle, his bright blue eyes scoping over the never-ending sea.
“I apologise in advance for anything I say, you know how bad I get normally without having a baby pop out my ass”
“I’ll look forward to it” Niall laughed, knowing he wasn’t actually joking. He couldn’t wait for Louis to have baby Alfie; he was eagerly counting down the days. Of course he didn’t want Louis to be put through all that pain, but he knew the end outcome would be worth it. When he would look down at his baby boy in his arms, he knew that that moment in time would no doubt be the happiest of his existence.
He looked down towards Louis’ hidden face, his eyes glistening with happiness and joy. As if sensing Niall’s gaze on him, Louis shifted his head so his eyes could connect with the ice blues. His pearly whites gleamed in the sunshine as he took in the sight of his perfect fiancé, taking in the sight of the future father.
“Oomph” Louis groaned, clutching at his stomach as a low pain shot through his body. “Alfie. Kicking. Ugh”
Niall’s face lit up at the words and his body instantly detached from Louis’. He shuffled around to Louis’ front, his feet wading through the water. Hesitantly placing his pale hands over Louis’, he gasped at the feeling of his baby kicking at his hand; even though he’d felt it many a time. Niall’s eyes flickered up to Louis’ in amazement, portraying his love and admiration for both his fiancé and baby.
Niall lowered his knees into the water so he could kneel in front of the bump. Leaning his head in, he rested his cheek on the t-shirt clad bump over where his hand and Louis’ previously lay. His soft voice wound through the air, the sweet murmur of the song ceasing the kicks to a halt. His smile could be heard through the singing which continued after the kicking stopped, his cheeks caressing the skin. He shifted his face and pressed his pink lips down over the spot.
“I love you little one, and I promise that I’ll never let you get hurt. Me, you and Daddy Boo are going to be a perfect family, all together. We’re never going to let you feel alone or upset, because whenever you’re with us you’ll be as happy as you can be. Because we’re going to make you feel so loved that it’ll be impossible you’ll feel alone. I know I tell you this every night, but I love you so much already, I can only love you more.”
