Through The Dark

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41 Weeks

"I'm so uncomfortable..." I whine as I pace around the house. "They said walks would help induce labor Niall." I say as I come around the couch. "I want this child out of me. I don't care what it takes."

"Spicy food is another thing that's suppose to induce labor." He says looking up from his phone. I sit back down on the inflatable exercise ball and bounce. "We could also take you to the hospital and they'll break your water too." He suggests and I shake my head. We were doing this as natural as possible. We finally decided on a home birth.

"I hate spicy foods." I frown and keep bouncing. "Get out of me!" I yell down at my stomach.

"It'll be out soon my dear." He looks back down. "Oh here's another option..." He's quiet as he reads. "Sex." He looks up with a smile.

"Is that even safe?!" I stop bouncing and turn to him.

"Yep! It says my jizz has some sort of hormone to induce labor." He reads and I shoot him a disgusted look.

"What did I tell you about that word?" My face goes straight and I pull myself back up.

"You said you'd do what ever it takes to get him out." He stands up and comes cup behind me. "It's our only option." He nudges me.

"You're just happy you get to get laid." I roll my eyes and make my way up the stairs.

"By you! For a good cause!" I shake my head and lay back on the bed. "They said at first it might hurt okay...?" He lays beside me and kisses my neck. Nothing about the current situation was turning me on. I was sweaty and hot and huge and Niall his hanging on my neck.

"Whatever just get it out." I say and he kisses my lips. He lays beside as he runs his hands up my shirt. "Don't touch my boobs. They hurt." I smack his hand away.

"You're making this so sexy." He scoffs and his hands wander lower. We haven't done this in weeks if not months. Now I'm remembering why. He positions himself next to me and I feel him remove what pants he was actually wearing. "Tell me if it hurts love.." He kisses my neck as he pushes into me and I wince. I'm not sure if it hurts more because we jumped right to it our I'm over due to have our child.

"Keep going..." I breath into his neck as he moves back and forth. It was actually starting to feel better than I expected and I let my mouth fall open. "Yeah...Niall..." I whimper and wiggle against him.

"Nine months pregnant and you still fucking won't hold still...." He whispers and rolls me onto my back. "Fuck...Sam...." He groans and continues pushing into me. He pushes my hands against the mattress and thrusts into me.

"Yeah more Niall..." I mutter. "Almost.." I close my eyes again. Even as how pregnant I am, I still manage to arch my back. My back gets tight and I wince in pain again. "Fuck...Flip over..." I roll over and kneel on my hands and knees. I was actually enjoying this, surprisingly. Niall places his hand on my back, holding me down, as he pushes in from behind. "Yes...Niall.."

"I'm close..." He mutters, as I am as well. Soon enough my body jolts and shake underneath him. He continues to push in and out of me, not letting the feelings fade. "Shit Sam..." He pushes one last time and groans deeply. He lays down next to me and I place my head in the crook of his arm. "So is he coming yet?" he asks, instantly killing the mood.

"Nope..." I stand up and pull my pants back on. "Niall, c'mon.. I'll make you dinner." I was getting quite tired of dragging this baby around on the front of me. He follows me down the steps and I walk to the kitchen. "Egg sandwich?" I ask and he nods.

"You don't have to do this." He says and I just shake my head. I have to get my mind off of this for once. I fry up two eggs and hand him a sandwich then make my way to the couch.

***

"Wait Niall...I think I'm feeling something." I say, two hours later. "Yep! That's something! Owwwwww....." I whine and sit up. "Time these." I say and start to breath.

"Are you telling me you're just now feeling something? Cause these are close..." He sits up and pulls out his phone.

"I mean...I've been feeling kinda crampy for the past day, but it didn't feel like what the midwife described as labor." I say. Now looking back at it, it probably was contractions. "Heh, oops..." I mutter and stand up. "Let's go upstairs..." I say just as little gush of water runs down my sweats. "Run a bath and call Rachel." I slowly make my way up the stairs, stopping for every contraction.

"She'll be here as soon as she can..." Niall says, relatively calmly. "Breathe with me love...." He takes a deep breath and I sit on the the edge of the bed, slowly taking my pants off. "We're going to meet the baby soon..." He kisses my head.

"Fuck Niall!" I scream as another contraction takes over my body. "This is going too fast!" I whine and he helps me to the tub. The water is warm and inviting as he lowers me into the water. "Fuck Niall It's happening!" I scream again.