Love Affair: A romantic sexual relationship, especially one between people who are not married to each other.
Multimillionaire Niall Horan grew up surrounded by the warmth of Niamh Murphy, falling slowly in love with her until they married and reloc...
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Waltzing into the bedroom in just a small bra and some low rise baggy pyjama bottoms captures Niall's attention in an instant as he lays relaxed back on the bed. His phone is immediately discarded beside him while his hands reach for me in a childlike manner.
My eyes roll but with a smile painted on my lips as I approach the bed with my bowl of ice cream I'd gone downstairs for, his hands find my waist as soon as I'm close enough, tugging me over gently but I still almost tumble over because my balance is pure shit.
"Careful you ass." I swat at his bare chest while bending my legs to find myself a comfy position straddling his crotch exactly where the cheeky shit wants me. "I almost dropped my ice cream."
He leans up in an attempt to peer into the bowl, "come on what flavour it is?" His curiosity makes me scowl at him.
"This is my ice cream." His palms fall softly to my swollen belly, rubbing circles against my skin. "You really wanna steal from your pregnant wife?" My brows raise down at him, keeping the bowl close to my chest and hidden beneath me.
"One mouthful." He pleads, parting his lips and tilting his head back with his eyes shut in the hopes I feed him my delicious cold dessert.
I stare down at him, "absoloutly fucking not."
He groans softly in annoyance, "you're so mean to me." Then he ducks his head down to be closer to our growing baby. "You're not gonna be mean to me, are you my sweet baby boy? You're gonna get Mummy to share her ice cream." His voice goes so sickly soft, sweeter than the strawberry ice cream that I'm spooning into my mouth.
Hearing him talk to our baby will forever spark a magical feeling deep inside me, it's been six months and I'm still not used to it. I move my bowl to one side while the ice cream melts on my warm tongue, looking down at my belly and at Niall's large palms that rest there.
It took us almost three years to conceive but we did it. We were told we are infertile, a few different factors contributed to it on my behalf, there wasn't anything stopping Niall's little swimmers but my body was being difficult. I started having treatment for my lack of ovulation and we started looking at our other options, IVF, a surrogate and adoption.
"Mummy! Daddy!"
Niall peers around my body as our little Arlo comes running into our bedroom, his blonde hair falling all over the place while his pyjamas trail behind his feet.
"Good morning, Buddy!"
We adopted Arlo over two years ago, he's the little boy I had in my class when I used to be a teacher. I bonded with him, got him removed from his abusive biological parents home where he was placed into a foster home for a while. That's when I found out through the grapevine that his birth parents were trying to fight for custody and after a very quick conversation with Niall we decided to talk him in.
