Welcome to The Show

Welcome to the Show- part 10* (final part)

WARNINGS: smut, cursing, pregnancy, giving burth, talks of body image

Wc: 5043
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3 YEARS LATER

“C’mon, honey. Time to wake up,” Niall said, giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Mmmm. Ten more minutes,” you whined.

“Baby, your appointment is in 30 minutes and you haven’t eaten yet. You need all the nourishment you can get for you and the baby,” Niall said.

You opened your eyes slowly, holding onto your growing stomach. Niall didn’t waste much time in proposing to you and then marrying you. Within a year and a half after the tour, you were married. And you sort of ditched the birth control after that and now here you were 7 ½ months pregnant.

You sat up in bed and Niall kissed your lips and then your stomach. “Good morning, my girls. Let’s have a good day.”

Niall helped you get changed and then walked you out to the kitchen. After tour, you moved in with Niall and were living in his penthouse. He sat you at the table and brought you a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with bananas on top. That was all you had been craving lately. You hummed as you picked up your spoon and ate. As you ate, Niall brushed your hair and put it back in a ponytail. He was getting good at them.

When you finished your breakfast, you went pee and brushed your teeth. Niall already had your purse in hand and he helped you slip into your shoes before heading out the door.

You made your way down on the elevator and then into the car. You rubbed your stomach as Niall drove, humming to the song on the radio. The appointment was one of the last ones before birth, being about 2 months away from having the baby. The day you and Niall found out, it was pure happiness.

You had been throwing up all morning. You thought maybe it was food poisioning from the Chinese food you had the night before, but Niall wasn’t sick and he ate the same things as you. After throwing up for about the third time that morning, you sat back and whined. Niall woke up now and stood in the door way. “Oh, God, love. You ok?”

He kneeled down next to you and rubbed your back. You shook your head. “I’ve thrown up three times. I just don’t feel good.”

Niall tsk’d. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” He put his hand on your belly and rubbed it. “What can I do?”

“Hold me,” you whined.

“Of course,” he cradled you in his arms and rocked you back and forth slowly. You stayed like that for about 5 minutes before you had to vomit again.

When you felt better, you sat back. Niall wiped your mouth with some toilet paper and kissed your temple.

“I think I’m a bit better now,” you said.

Niall helped you up and took your back to bed. “You stay right here. ‘M gonna get ya some Ginger Ale and some crackers. What else do ya need?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Ni.” You started to tear up.

“Alright. Alright. It’s ok. I’ll run out really quickly and be back in no time, ok?”

You nodded and tried to go back to sleep. But, you were so nauseous that you couldn’t sleep because you felt better if you sat up. It felt like it was an eternity that Niall was gone. When he came back, he had a tray with room temperature Ginger Ale with a straw in it, crackers, some soup, a bouquet of flowers, and a stuffed teddy bear.

“What’s all this?”

“Just want to put a smile on your face,” he cupped your chin. “How are you feeling?”