Count on Me

Two Months Later

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Louis P.O.V

Twenty weeks. Landrie has been pregnant for twenty weeks. She even has quite a bump now, I can't wrap my arms all the way around her any more.

She has been getting moodier and moodier by the day. But I still love her. For every awful cranky moment there are ten other amazing and exciting ones.

Like when we told our families, both of our moms cried tears of joy. Or the first doctors visit. Everything went perfect, and I was so happy... But, none the less, she seemed to be having a hard pregnancy.

She still had the morning sickness, and wanted to eat everything. I couldn't help but feel terrible for the poor thing. The boys come over everyday to make sure that Landie is doing fine. I really appreciate this actually, if I'm not there I would want one if the lads to be there. I defiantly wouldn't want her to be alone. When, IT happens...

Landrie P.O.V

"Lou!" I yell from the top of the stairs, holding a box of books. "Lou it's heavy! I don't want to fall down the stairs!" I sigh, beginning to walk down the stairs. "I'll help you in a second babe! Don't hurt yourself!"

"I wo-" I don't know what happened. I guess the box was too heavy. I felt myself fall. Then I heard a crash and a very familiar scream... Mine.

Louis P.O.V

I hear a loud scream and a crashing noise blaring in my ears. Instantly, I jump up and run to the stairs, where I find Landrie lying on her back on the bottom step. "Oh my god." I whisper, pulling my phone out of my pocket and calling the ambulance. In a matter of ten minutes they had arrived. I had tears running down my face and the only thing I could think about was, will they make it?