Don't Leave Us (Sequel to Something Blue)

1. Prologue

Sometimes, things seem perfect. But they're not.

Sometimes, the funniest people hide the most pain.

When a massive change happens to people, sometimes they pull out their hair, gnash their teeth and just give up.

But when a sudden change occurs, sometimes it brings out the best in people.

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"Niall, I think I'm pregnant." I said softly.

Niall stood in the doorway. I looked up at him, still clutching my stomach. His jaw had hit the floor, and he stared at my stomach in awe.

A parent? Me? I was only twenty! We were far too young to have a child. We had only been married for a matter of months! Children were a huge responsibility, and I'm not sure we were ready to handle it yet. I didn't have a good image of children, after my young brother Cameron died as a child. My mother always called me weak, pathetic, and needy, so naturally I thought they were everything she said they were. I thought they were fragile, because of broken bones in the past and of course, Cameron's unforeseen demise. Children were... a lot to handle, to say the least.

Niall stood motionless in the doorway, his widened eyes resting on my stomach. I still clutched it softly, almost cradling it in my palms.

I stared down at it. It looked the same as it had yesterday, and the day before that. But now I knew it harboured something far, far more important.

"A-are you sure? It could be wrong." Niall stuttered, seemingly at a loss for words. I shook my head slowly, thinking of the past few days. I had been felling a little nauseous. But I could just have a cold, or the flu... something to explain my feelings.

"I... I think it might be right." I whispered.

Niall seemed to come back to life, and he walked towards me slowly. He laid a hand on my stomach and his jaw went slack.

"So- so there's a baby in there?" he asked softly, his warm hand pressing onto my abdomen. I nodded slowly, the thought still processing.

"Our baby, growing inside your stomach." He muttered softly. I nodded again, and the underlying tone in Niall's voice, a excited, bubbly tone, made my cheeks begin to glow softly.

Suddenly, the undercurrent in Niall's voice made this predicament shine in a whole new light. A baby. For us. A child, the perfect mix of both of us, growing, right under our palms.

My jaw dropped. This was... sudden, sure, but I felt... excited.

Niall giggled, and I shot him a look. "Sorry." he muttered, his cheeks flaming. I shook my head and placed my hands on top of his. 

"Niall, we're... pregnant." I said softly. Niall snorted softly, but nodded, his blue eyes locked on my stomach.

"We are." He said softly, his voice sounding like a caring blanket, swaddling me in warmth. I shivered under his long fingers. They probed the soft fabric of my thin tee shirt, and warmth seeped through the thin cotton.

"Niall... are you sure we're ready?" I asked, suddenly scared. This'll be painful, right? Contractions, kicking, and other pains. I had experienced a lot of pain, being shot and all, but I still hated it all the same. "I mean, we've only been married for a few months-"

"Three months, seventeen days."

"Oh... ok then. Three months, seventeen days. I mean, we're still quite young! I'm twenty for Christs sake! I didn't even think I was ready to be married yet, as it felt like I was still a child! Let alone have a child!"

Niall sighed softly. "Of course. Of course it feels rushed. But just think. You're knocked up! What can we do now? Have an abortion? I'm against it, but if it's what you want, I'll do it for you. But really think here. If we wait three, four more months, hell, another year, what'll the difference be? We'll still be young. Nothing will have really changed. If anything, all the happy euphoria of the wedding may have worn off! We've got nothing to lose."

His blue eyes bore into mine, searching for my response. I blinked once, twice, before his little speech sank in. I nodded slightly. "You're right. What have we got to lose?" I asked, smiling. 

Niall leaned in and kissed my forehead, and made a trail of kisses down the bridge of my nose, before finding home on my lips. "Thank you. I wouldn't stand to be able to lose our child to a knife."

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as he said ' our child', like he had already gotten used to the fact we had a child on the way.

"Do you honestly think I'd hand our baby away to a doctor?" I asked, my lips grazing his softly.

He shook his head while managing to keep his lips in contact with mine. "Never. I knew you'd make the right choice." he whispered.

I smiled and gave him a soft kiss as well. "I'd never lose our child to an abortion."

He gave me another kiss, entwining his fingers in mine. "Our child. Beautiful."

"I know. It really is."

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