The Love Story Between Sophie Thompson And Niall Horan

Chapter 51 Pregnancy Ups And Downs

May 2017

Sophie's Point Of View

The mornings were getting harder, and today was no exception. I'd barely opened my eyes when that familiar queasiness hit me full force. I bolted out of bed, making it to the bathroom just in time, feeling Niall's presence as he rubbed gentle circles on my back.

"You okay, love?" he asked softly, concern etched into his face as he handed me a glass of water.

I managed a nod, taking a sip and leaning back against him, grateful for his steadying warmth. "I'm sorry... I thought it would be better by now."

Niall smiled, brushing a few strands of hair from my face. "Don't be sorry, Soph. I'm with you, every step. Whatever you need."

I smiled weakly, feeling the comfort in his words. "Well... I could really use some toast and maybe those pickles in the fridge?"

"Pickles, eh?" he chuckled, leaning down to kiss my forehead before heading to the kitchen. "Anything for you and our little bean."

While he prepared my latest craving, I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement. Every little wave of nausea, every strange craving... it all felt like a reminder of the new life growing inside me, and with Niall by my side, I knew I could handle whatever came our way.

A few minutes later, he returned with toast and a jar of pickles, grinning as he handed them over. "One gourmet breakfast, as requested."

I laughed, feeling lighter already. "You're the best, you know that?"

He shrugged, sitting beside me. "Only the best for you and our little one." He reached out, placing a gentle hand on my belly, and my heart melted.

I took a bite of toast and then a pickle, savoring the strange but oddly satisfying combination. Niall watched me with a soft smile, clearly amused.

"Who would've thought pickles would be part of our morning routine?" he teased, reaching over to wipe a crumb from the corner of my mouth.

I laughed, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "Believe me, I didn't see this coming either. But it feels like nothing else will do right now."

He chuckled, leaning back and stretching his arm across the back of the couch, inviting me to snuggle in beside him. "Well, I'll keep the kitchen stocked with whatever your heart desires. Even if it's pickles at six in the morning."

I nestled into him, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. "Thank you, Niall. I know it's not glamorous, but... you make me feel like this is the most beautiful thing in the world."

"Because it is, Soph," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. "Watching you go through all of this... the morning sickness, the cravings, all of it... I wouldn't trade it for anything."

I looked up at him, touched by the sincerity in his eyes. "You mean that?"

"Every word," he said, his gaze unwavering. "This little one means everything to me. And you... you're incredible. I can't wait to see you as a mom."

I felt tears pricking at my eyes, a mix of love and gratitude flooding my heart. "I'm so lucky to have you. I don't think I could do this without you."

Niall pulled me closer, his hand resting protectively on my belly. "You'll never have to," he said softly. "I'm your husband—it's my job to take care of you. Just think of me as your personal chef, your 24/7 cravings hotline, and whatever else you need."