I sat on the bathroom floor sobbing. That's the third failed test in three months. Maybe I'm not suppose to be a mum I thought to myself. It made me sob even harder. I stopped my crying when I heard a faint knock on the bathroom door. I heard my husband's thick Irish accent on the other side of the door.
"Princess, are you okay." He sounded upset. I got up from the floor, wiped my tears, and opened up the door. When I opened the door Niall looked me over getting upset from seeing me crying.
"Princess-" He dragged out. I ran into his warm embarce soaking his t-shirt. He rubbed small circles on my back trying his best to sooth me. He picked me up, like a mother would her toddler, and carried me over to our bed. He placed me on the bed, and I got under the covers he did the same. Once he was settled I scooted over to him and burried my head into his chest. He placed his arms around me, and he started to play with my long brown hair.
"Lyric it's going to be okay. We will just try again whenever you are ready." He admitted.
"Niall, I'm always ready, it's the fact that I don't think God wants me to be a mum." I cried into his chest. He gripped me even tighter, I knew he was getting upset.
"Yes he does he is just waiting for the perfect time, and the perfect baby or babies to give us." He smiled looking down at me.
"You always know how to make me feel better." I smiled giving him a kiss on his soft pink lips. When we broke apart, I said "Could you ever imagine having twins?"
"Actually, I could. It would be the greatest thing ever." He grinned ear to ear.
"I know, wouldn't it be? Having two little mini us's running around." I grinned.
"Ahh! I can't wait! When can we try again?!?" He beamed sitting up. I climbed up onto his lap, and started to kiss him. He rolled over on top of me manging to get my sweat pants of at the same time. He threw them on the floor along with his shirt. I mimicked his actions and threw my shirt on the floor. He got off of me and layed next to me. I quickly took the advantage to climb up on his lap, with both of my knees on the side of his hips. I started to tease him by slowly unbuckling his belt.
"You want a baby don't you?" He moaned. He grabbed ahold of my tiny hands, and helped me undo his belt faster. He slipped out of his pants, and to my suprise he didn't have any underwear on.
"Were you plannig this?" I teased. We both starting laughing. I climbed off of my naked husband, and layed beside him, as I was the only one left with something on.
"Maybe I was" He grinned unbuckling my bra starp and sliding my panties off. I giggled as he did it, he was treating my like I was a fragile piece of glass.
"Babe, you not going to break me." I giggled.
"How do you know, I dont want me telling my children years down the road that while we were making them I sprained your ankle cause' I couldn't get your panties off." He laughed, which made me laugh too. He gave me a kiss.
" I love you Lyric." He said.
"I love you to Niall." I responded. Then you know what happened. After it was over, Niall pulled down the covers and kissed my bare belly. I looked at him with confushion. He looked up and said,
"For good luck, princess." He smiled.
"For good luck my prince." I said before kissing him passionately.
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Well that's chapter one! I hope you enjoyed! Also that was my first time ever really writing with some what sexual-content! Let me know what you think! :D
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