Disastrous

Fifty Three

**A/N: updating again because people are freaking over my last chapter and I really needed to write this to (begin) to clarify some things in Shay's POV.

In her thoughts she somewhat explains things but more will come in upcoming chapters that explain EVERYTHING.

Just wanted to let you guys know that comments seriously affect my attitude towards writing and my writing abilities so when people basically tell me they don't like my story because of what I'm putting in it, I literally dwell on those comments for days. It's not going to stop me from writing but I read comments over and over again.

I'm the type of author that cares immensely what readers think; I'm a people pleaser. So I'm very sorry if you guys aren't into this anymore because of different plots but I'm not just randomly pulling this stuff out of a hat, it has been planned and has an alternative meaning behind it, I'm not just creating pointless drama, I promise.

Also, I'm not meaning to portray Niall as a horrible person. He makes mistakes, many of them, but give it a chance and everything will be explained, all the previous drama will come to light. This isn't a simple love story that's going to be butterflies and rainbows and easy, but I promise that the characters still have a lot of developing and maturing to do. Please remember that my Niall isn't the real Niall either, and that in this story I can make him do anything because he's simply a character that looks like the real Niall. Back to the story.**

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Shay's POV

"Okay, baby. It's time to sleep now." I sighed in exhaustion, placing my hands firmly on my hips and frowning down at Rory. He stood up in his crib with his stubby fingers fisted around the wooden edge.

"No mumma!" He yelled before giggling, losing his balance and falling back to his bum. 'No' was his favourite word the last couple of days, he said it with such enthusiasm.

"Yes." I sighed, placing him down on his back and tucking the blanket around him. He got right back up to a sitting position.

I groaned. "Oh, for the love of God, Rory." He smiled at me as I shook my head, scooping his arms and up and placing his long body against my chest.

"Why are you wide awake, huh? It's sleepy time." I mumbled softly against his cheek with motherly kisses, pacing the room as I rocked him back and fourth.

"No sweep," he cooed, winding his fist into my hair. I winced as he yanked on it hard and blew air against his neck, making him giggle softly.

"Yes sleep, peanut. Rory is tired and so is mommy." I sighed, patting his bum softly. Rory nuzzled into my shoulder and flexed his fingers behind my arm, snuggling himself against me. I sighed in content as he finally began to get tired.

Walking back over to his crib after a few more minutes, I placed him inside gently on the soft padding and smiled as his dark eyes peered up at me.

"Give mommy a kiss." I leant over and puckered my lips, laughing softly as his slobbery hand touched my chin and his wet mouth smacked against mine softly. "Thank you." I smiled, tucking him into the blanket again. "I love you." I hummed in a singsong voice, stroking his soft cheek.

"I uv you" he replied quietly, heavy eyelids blinking closed as he popped his thumb into his mouth and fell to his back. I wasn't going to stop him when he was about to fall asleep.

I quietly left the room with the broadest smile on my face, shutting the light off and closing the door most of the way.

Niall still wasn't home from the bar with Nate, even though it was two in the morning. I really couldn't believe how he was acting lately, though I should have expected this behaviour from him. He still didn't know about my condition or the problem with the baby, but that was his own fault as he had left me alone with Rory days ago when he decided to take a phone call and then stay out all night long.