Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 9

***Navaeh's P.O.V.***

I flushed the toilet as a groan slipped past my lips and I wiped at my mouth with my other hand. The third morning in a row that I had gotten sick... I blamed it on that shady chicken salad sandwich that I had eaten earlier in the week on my way home from the grocer's. However, I had no other symptoms of food poisoning which was a bit worrisome. Niall had woken up from my retching the morning before that day; I had been a little loud with my groans and such. I didn't want him to worry about me; I was pretty much fine after thirty minutes had passed. I had Uni to worry about too; finals were coming up and I had to focus on everything. The big exhibits were all done and now we were really getting down to the information portion of the class. I usually did well, but I just wanted to be put at ease with a bit of notes and studying. It wouldn't hurt to be extra prepared, after all. So, forgetting about my recently odd bout of sickness, I pushed through my day and focused on my lectures like any good student.

Once the school day was over, I made my way to the grocer's in order to pick up a few things that Niall and I needed (I had forgotten a few things on my last trip; just the usual toothpaste and some cereal for the cupboards). As I was walking down the aisle for toothpaste, I passed something that caught my eyes. I don't know why, but I stopped right in front of the shelves that had pregnancy tests on them. I had that odd lurch in the pit of my stomach, something telling me to grab one. The recent vomiting was a bit odd, but I couldn't help but look at the tests with a dismayed expression. I couldn't be pregnant... Niall and I were very careful with the condoms and everything.

A loud beep from the intercom in the store startled me and I rushed away from the tests before grabbing some toothpaste. After I had gotten what I had originally come to the aisle for, I had to pass by those tests again. It couldn't hurt to try a few of them, right? I mean, if they were negative then they were negative and I could just go about my normal activities without a problem. And if they were positive... it would be good to know, right?

With a small gulp, I grabbed a few different tests from different brands. If I was going to find out, then I was going to make absolutely sure that I didn't get a false reading. If most of them came out negative then I would visit the doctor to see if I was just sick. If they were positive... well, there wasn't much I could do except make sure. I made my way to the cash register to pay for them and then immediately went to the bathrooms in the grocer's. I knew that it wasn't really the most ideal place to take a pregnancy test, but I was antsy and I really wanted to know. Plus, Niall was bound to be home when I got there and I didn't want him to see the tests before I actually had a definite answer. There was no need to worry him with it just yet.

With slightly shaking hands, I peed on the individual sticks before putting their caps back on. Thankfully, there weren't a lot of people in the bathroom so I wasn't questioned or anything like that. I checked the time on my phone every so often, being safe and waiting for ten minutes instead of the recommended five. I couldn't bring myself to look at them as I waited, though, so I turned my gaze away until the time was officially up. Peeking at the finished tests, I looked over each one to see what they all said. Soon, I was sucking my breath back in and resting my forehead on the palm of my hand as I tried to process the new information. Positive. They all read positive.

Part of me wanted to cry while the other part of me wanted to have a panic attack. I was having trouble processing this in the proper way and damn was I scared. How would Niall react to this? God, I loved him to death, but was he ready for a baby? Even though I knew that it was crazy to think about it, I was scared that he would react just like my step father if I told him. That I would end up pushed to the ground and losing another child. Except, I was older now and I knew what was happening. Shit, I was only a few months away from turning twenty... Niall and I weren't married or anything like that. If the fans were to find out... oh god the fans. How would they feel when they found out that I was pregnant?

Not being able to process all of this at the moment, I exited the cramped stall of the bathroom and dropped all of the used pregnancy tests into the trash except for one. It was the one that literally said 'pregnant' on it. The word sat there as if it was mocking my new anxiety. Trying to get my mind off of it, I put the test into my purse (after capping it of course; I wasn't just going to put a pee stick into my purse without something covering it) and took out my earphones instead. Quickly, I turned on some song on my phone that I usually listened to whenever my anxiety got really bad.

I was home a bit sooner than I would've liked. Just like I had been expecting, Niall was sitting in the living room while watching football. He had a water bottle in his hand, his whole body sprawled out across the couch with no care in the world. The sight was a common occurrence; Niall was always lounging around if nothing else was being done. "Hey, babe!" he called cheerily. His meeting with the boys must've gone well...

"Hey, Ni," I greeted in return before going past the living room to get to our room.

"Wait," Niall called out to me and I froze for a moment, letting in the silly thought that he could somehow tell the news even though I hadn't mentioned anything. "Do I get a kiss?" he continued with a smile obvious through his words. If I wasn't so panicked, I would've rolled my eyes at that while smiling. However, I was panicked, and it was all I could do to force a smile as I walked over to him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. His brows furrowed, he wasn't buying my smile at all and it was obvious, "rough day?"

"I guess you could say that," I mumbled under my breath, the nervousness becoming a bit more evident. He seemed concerned now, and he sat up after he turned off the TV and put his complete attention on me. In the silence that encompassed us after that, I could feel my nerves building up. I was going to snap soon and I would have to tell him like ripping a Band-Aid off.

"What happened?" he wondered, his hands grasping mine gently as he searched my eyes for an answer to the question. I gulped audibly, deciding that now was as good a time as any.

I took a deep breath, "Niall, I know that we were careful every time and we tried to take the extra precautions, but... Niall, I'm pregnant." His eyes went wide, and his serious face dipped. For a second, I was scared, and I could feel a queasy feeling in my stomach that wasn't due to the baby. "Please don't be mad, I-."

"Mad?" He questioned with a hint of confusion as a humongous smile lined his lips and he stood up from the couch, "I-I'm going to be a dad!" And his eyes were growing red at that point as tears pooled at the corner of them. He raised his hands and ran them through his hair while looking around the room with disbelief. An incredulous laugh left his lips before he practically tackled me into an impossibly tight hug. "I love you, god I love you," he kissed the top of my head repeatedly as he said the words. I couldn't help but to let out a happy sigh of relief and I hugged him back quickly. When he pulled away from me, he looked down at my stomach as if he would find a bump forming there already. The overjoyed look on his face was almost too much to handle and it brought a wide smile to my own lips.

"Can I?" he questioned, looking from me and then back down to my stomach. I nodded, finding it a bit silly that he was asking to touch my stomach. His hand pressed against my stomach gently as a happy tear slid down his cheek. With a sniffle, he spoke, "A little princess or prince. God, they'll be beautiful either way."

"Of course," I agreed, pressing a kiss to his lips when he looked back up at me for a second.

When we pulled away he looked into my eyes, "when did you find out?"

"Literally thirty minutes ago," I told him to which he laughed with another sniffle mixing in with the joyous sound, "I've been getting sick lately and I passed by the pregnancy tests when I was getting some toothpaste. There was just something nagging at me and I had to know. I got, like, seven of them."

"And they were all positive?"

I nodded, "every single one of them." His smile grew if that was possible, and he pulled me into another tight hug.

"I love you so much, Navaeh," he mumbled into my hair as he hugged me.

"I love you too, Niall," I returned the words quickly, happy that this had been a happy moment rather than a sad one.

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