Through The Dark

Story Time

38 Weeks

I stand outside the door of our freshly painted nursery. I actually let Niall paint it blue. I found some cute girl decorations that will work with blue just in case. "Shit! Fucking Ikea!" He curses from the floor. "How the hell do you do this?!" He looks down at the white pieces of furniture on the floor. "I think we should just buy one that's already put together. This is bullshit." He angrily throws down the instructions.

"Niall relax." I come up behind him and rub his shoulders. "Maybe that goes on the other side. You have it on backwards Ni." I run my hands through his hair and then sit in the rocking chair. My belly was way too big and uncomfortable now. Let alone hard. One thing I'm constantly doing? Peeing. I rock back and forth as Niall realizes what happened. "See, not so hard is it." I say as he puts the crib together.

"We have so much more to do before the baby comes! I read we're supposed to have bags packed and labor plans ready by now! We don't have anything!" He stands up once the last screw is in.

"Nialllll....." I pull him over to me. "It'll be fine. We have the baby shower tomorrow and then the week after we'll have a baby. Don't panic unless I panic okay?" I kiss him again.

"Why are you so calm?!" He pulls me up and walks me across the hall to the bedroom. "We need to get a bag packed. Read me this list." He hands me a paper he pulled out from the nightstand.

"Night gown/robe." I start and he walks to the bathroom, returning with my robe. "Pajamas." He digs through the dresser. "Slippers. Pillows. Camera. Hubby's Clothes. Snacks. Books. Credit Card. Toiletries." By the time I'm done he has a big duffle bag zipped up by the door. "Niall we don't even know where we want to have this baby. I still have the birth center on hold."

"What if we want to have it at home?!" He walks into the connected bathroom. "Is this bathtub big enough for you if you want a water birth?!" I drop my head back and close my eyes. Him stressing out was not helping at all.

"The tub is fine. I have the midwife on call for the next month incase the baby is late. It'll be okay Nialler." I say as I start to rub lotion on my stretch mark ridden belly. "The midwife is going to bring a cover for the bed and all her supplies. It'll be just fine. Foot Rub?"

"Mmh." He sits on the end of the bed and massages my ankles. "Are you sure you don't want to go to a hospital?" He asks as he works his way up my legs.

"I'm sure. Just cuddle me." I pull him up next to me. "We need to get all the sleep we can before the baby okay?" I look over at the clock. "It's time for bed."

"What if we're not tired?" He asks and rubs my belly. "I can't wait to meet you little man...." He kisses my belly. I start to doze off as he continues to talk to my belly. "I hope he's not late. I don't think I can wait anymore for him." He continues to trace up and down my belly. "I think I should tell him how he's been conceived."

"What??" I open my eyes. "I don't think he should hear that."

"He can barely hear anything now anyways. Well lil man... it was my birthday." He starts and rests his head on his hands. "Mommy planned me a surprise party. And at this party is where we all got super drunk. That was Mommy's first time getting super duper drunk with Aunt Madi. Mommy looked really sexy in a little black dress and daddy has no control."

"And mommy can't fit into that dress anymore." I say with my eyes closed as I listen to him talk. I continue to get more and more tired.

"No no, no one can. I ripped it off mommy. It's in the trash now and I still haven't bought Mommy a new dress. Then mommy and I came home to our old house and guess what we did? We made you right on the living room floor. Do you know how we made you? I remembered the condom just a little too late and you snuck in there. Although you were an accident, I love you more than mommy loved her vodka that night. And guess what, when we woke up we all were super hung over!"

"Thanks Niall." I laugh and run my fingers through his hair. "Now go to sleep before you scar our child for life."

"Wait....Guess what the baby does when he gets hungry." He readjusts himself to lay next to me. "He gets womb service."