Dates, Dreams and Diapers

Chapter 25

A/N: Stuff is about to get serious here, kitties! Also some dramatic music for the feels at the end. :3

Niall's POV

I sweat intensely as I make punch after punch at the punching bag in front of me, making a kick every now and then as I picture Danielle taking the beating I'm giving the bag. In just a few days, Liam and I will be back on our tour doing shows in Portugal and then Spain. But first and foremost, is to bulk up a bit and show my mother some more moves for self defense and offense. I'm not one for violence, but nobody had better go near my child if they intend harm. Liam is also beside me doing cardio exercises as his way of preparing himself.

His face in one of deep concentration as he stretches and moves swiftly to the instructors say on the laptop screen. It is hard, but seeing his skin ripple and flex is making me slow my pace every now and then.

We're in the basement of the house, doing what we can to make sure that we're ready for anything. Even if it meant our lives, we would only want Jack and our families safe from harm during the next half a month. We also bought a bowflex system for workouts. It may not seem logical to workout just before going back on tour, but as we talked about it, we wanted to be ready for anything our guards can't protect us from. And this way, I might be a challenge for my mom when I teach her hands-on fighting techniques.

When Liam and I hear the voice of my mother calling us, we stop our exercises and listen.

"Niall, Liam, the lady from the wedding studio called to tell you that your next appointment is this coming Thursday."

"Okay mom." I call back and go back to punches and kicking.

"Also, dinner will be ready in half an hour." At that, Liam and I stop and head upstairs for a shower. Seeing that I am still very modest about my image and the whole sex thing, I ask Liam for a separate shower once we get to our room, blushing like an idiot.

"Don't worry, I like that you want to save yourself for me." Liam purrs in my ear and I giggle.

"What is this I hear?" Greg calls from the hallway outside of my room. He then bounds to my room and leans against the doorway, a little smirk on his face.

"Already trying to move into the honeymoon stage now are we?" He says.

"Ugh, no Greg. I'm not that kind of girl." I say sticking out my tongue out at him.

"Real mature little brother." He tuts with a smile. Greg then walks over to my bed and sits, clearly wanting to talk to me about something. When Liam finally closes the door and the shower turns on, Greg speaks.

"I'm really glad he manned up and made a move on you. By far, he was the only guy from your band that I saw you happiest with. Even Zayn, and that was a pretty picture."

"I think he and Pierre make a better picture." I reply as I look through my drawer for clean clothes.

"So what is all this prep for. You remind me of mom and dad getting ready to do Christmas shopping at the local Walmart."

I chuckle at the little joke, but come up clear with my answer.

"Just looking ahead big bro. Some hoodlums have been lingering around here and Liam haves these suspicions about this waitress we met at a diner. I can't say I believe him completely, but I do feel that the rumors going around here are suspiciously true. As fathers, it's all we can do to not let anything hurt our children and love them unconditionally."

"I second that." My brother responds before pulling me into a hug. Once we pull away, Liam opens the door to reveal himself all clean and in fresh clothes. With some good clothes in hand I then make my way into the conjoined bathroom and go to close the door. And just to make my life more miserable, my brother asks my fiance something I wish I hadn't heard.