Through The Dark

Tea

18 weeks.

"Niall, that doesn't go in the kitchen box...." I take a throw pillow away from him and pack it into the living room box. "Niall...Niall...Nialll..." I shake my head. It's been three weeks since the break in. After a week of convincing, we're moving. Even if the break in hadn't happened, we would move later rather than sooner. This house isn't big enough for a baby. We picked the house that I was genuinely interested in. It's only a few minutes from Harry's place and big enough we can have all the family gatherings we want. I do have a few surprises for Niall already at the new house too.

We announced it on the internet yesterday and we surprisingly got a great reaction. Niall tweeted and I released the video we had filmed together. Both of our fans have been totally supportive and they got #BabySiall and #MyBoysCanSwim trending on twitter the rest of the day.

"Where do you want these?" He ask, pulling out magazines from under the couch.

"Do we realllllly need them?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Toss em." I turn away and continue packing up the kitchen. "Shit!" I gasp and drop the spatulas as there's a sharp jab in my side. "Niall he just kicked me!" Niall jumps from the couch and runs to my side. "C'mon you gotta do it again..." I rub my belly. We stand there for a few moments, both of our hands on my tummy.

"C'mon, for daddy please....c'mon little man." Niall lifts me up onto the counter. "One little kick for I can feel please?"

"I think he's done." I sighed and jumped off the counter. "Have you thought of names for the baby yet Niall?" I ask and continue packing. He's silent for a minute and looks up.

"Of course. You?" He opens a cupboard and starts packing all its contents into a box. I nod and he comes up behind me, reaching the plates that were on the very top shelf.

"Yeah, mostly girl names. I like Brielle, Shelby, Alice..." I answer and tape up the box.

"Yeah those are great but it's a boy." He sets his head on my shoulder. "I like Samuel."

"Niall...My name is Sam... We can't have two Sams" I roll my eyes.

"Well shit.... What about Aaron?" I pull away from him and start packing another box.

"Too nineties." I shake my head again. "Franklin?"

"Too Turtlely." He starts packing up another box of plates. "We could just be one of those celebrities that name their kid really obscure things like River, North or Apple." I stop and turn around.

"Like what?"

"Penisylvania ToeHair Horan."

"Niall James Horan. What the fuck?" I look at him with a straight face. "You can't be serious."

"I think it's perfect." He continues packing his box up, then tapes it shut.

"You know what will be even better. When our child comes home from school 'Oh Hi Penisylvania! How many kids beat you up today? 13?! Wow! Much better than the 17 from yesterday! High five' How does that sound Niall." I label his box. It's almost sad that these are normal conversations in this house.

"You're the one making this difficult." He frowns. "What about Oliver?"

"Wait are you being serious this time?" I ask.

"Yeah...I kinda like it. We can call him Olly." I turn back around and smile.

"I think I like that too Niall. Look at us. Agreeing on a baby name." I walk out of the kitchen to the dining room and begin packing the decorations. "So now that you've picked the boys name can I pick the girls name?" I ask and raise an eyebrow.