Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 11

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

I looked over at Niall once again just to see if his eyes were still focused on the same place. Sure enough, his gaze was fixed on my chest intently. There was no shame in it; I think he felt my eyes on him, but he still hadn't looked away from my breasts. They had gotten bigger seemingly over night; the change was ridiculous and I would have laughed if they hadn't been so damn sore. When I had read that your breasts were supposed to grow I had already been dreading it, but the soreness really drove it all home. Niall, however, seemed to be taking to the change with a lot of interest.

Feeling a little insecure from the way he was staring, I pushed down on my chest and his eyes immediately snapped up to look at me. "See something interesting, Ni?" I wondered with a small frown on my lips. I mean, I understood that he couldn't help but to look; it was in his nature.

"Uh, sorry, it's just-," he stopped himself, eyes flickering to my chest once again before he cleared his throat and continued, "your boobs are..."

"Bigger," I finished for him, huffing a little and then attempting to push them down with my arms. I had felt... odd about the change in size. They just felt... too big, I guess. I had to remember to buy some bigger bras when I went to the grocer's again.

"I mean, not that they were small before," he rushed out, trying to make sure he hadn't unintentionally insulted me. I couldn't help a small smile, giggling at his jump to cover his words before I had a chance to get mad over them.

"Nah, I get it, Niall," I sighed, letting my arms drop only for his eyes to travel to my chest once again. It was almost as if he was mesmerized by them; like they were singing a song to him and tempting him to look more and more. At some point, he found the will to look away from them and up at me again.

Slowly, he asked a question that I had to struggle not to laugh at, "can I... touch them, babe?"

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond. Then, I reluctantly nodded my head, scooting closer to him on the couch. His eyes lit up, a cheeky smile stretching his lips as he grabbed my hips and gripped them gently in order to shift me so that I was straddling him. Losing little time, he leaned up to press his lips to mine sweetly. He nudged our lips against each other, taking one kiss at a time as his hands crept up my shirt. Eagerly, his fingers fiddled with my bra's clip until he had it undone and he could move his hands to my breasts.

At first, everything was fine; I was perfectly content on Niall's lap as he continued his small little kisses and gently pressed his coldish hands to my chest. However, when he accidentally squeezed a little too hard, I pulled away with a loud hiss of pain. "Fuck, I'm sorry; they sore?" his choppy question was answered with a nod from me. To apologize further, he pressed a kiss to the space just below my collar bone and in the middle of my chest. I forgot how long it was that we stayed there; the minutes blurred together through the contentment. Everything was perfect.

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Everything was not perfect. The statement was evident from the dried tear tracks on my cheeks as I walked through the door of Niall and I's flat. A piece of paper was clutched in my left hand; it held all of the information that the doctor had given to me at the appointment. Nine weeks along... nine weeks along and then some new information made its way into the equation and made the cloud nine feeling end. Niall and I had been living in the fantasy of what tomorrow could bring, but then... that was reality knocking on the door.

"Babe, you're home!" Niall called happily from his spot on the couch just as I walked through the door to the living room. He had that huge smile of his on his lips, fingers lazing about on top of his laptop's keyboard while he looked up at me. He had the device resting on his stomach while the rest of his body was sprawled out on the couch. There was some baby website on the screen, and my frown dipped that little bit when I saw it. Trying to find the strength to smile back at him, I leaned down to press a kiss to his waiting lips before kneeling beside the couch. "I was thinking that we might want to call up my mum and dad today to tell them the news," he was beaming when he spoke, and it only made my heart hurt a bit more.

I put my hand on his arm, rubbing the skin of his bicep with my thumb and taking in a deep breath, "We need to wait on that for a little while, Niall." His brows furrowed in answer, an obvious question of my words. I could understand why he was confused; I had been more than eager to tell his parents a few days before. With the news that I had now, though... well, it wasn't the right moment. "You know I went to the doctor's today..." I trailed off, trying to piece together what I was going to say in my head.

"Yeah," he drawled out, his eyes widening ever so slightly while he shut his laptop, "Is everything alright?"

The sigh that I produced after that was enough to make him even more worried. I gently moved the laptop off of his stomach, not really knowing what his reaction to the news would be. I would hate for him to be caught up in blind furry and just throw it. "I'm nine weeks along right now," I told him, taking another deep breath before spilling the rest of the news, "but my doctor says that I might not carry to full term."

Niall was completely quiet as his frown deepened even more and he looked away from me. A shaky sigh left his lips and he let his head fall back onto the arm of the couch. "Why?" he questioned without looking at me.

I continued to rub my thumb against his bicep, trying to calm my own mind, "She says that my previous miscarriage might have left some toxins or whatever in my uterus because James never bothered to take me to the hospital." Almost immediately after hearing James' name, Niall's fists clenched and I saw him shut his eyes tightly. He pulled in a heavy breath and then let it go slowly in an attempt to calm himself. However, there were soon silent little sobs coming in bursts that made his body shake. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a grip that looked painful, and he kept his eyes closed. "Niall," I called with a sad little twinge in my voice.

"This is our fucking baby and he has to fucking ruin it," Niall spat out, trying to keep his voice level. A tear slipped down the side of his face and I reached out to wipe it away as soon as I saw it. "I wanted t-this," he stuttered with another sob shaking his whole body; I could feel the tremors where I was touching his arm. "I-I wanted to be a father," he choked out with desperation making his words tremble.

"Hey, hey," I spoke up, pushing away more tears as they fell. The least I could do was put his mind at ease while he was assuming things. "The baby is still here, Niall," I told him, "The doctor says that we just have to wait out the first trimester to see how everything else will go, but they're healthy right now. She said that their heartbeat was strong on the monitor." He peeked his eyes open at that, a bit of hope lighting them up along with the glistening tears.

"Really?" he wondered with that incredibly hopeful rise in his tone. I nodded, offering him the best smile that I could in the moment. Soon enough, I was being pulled into a tight hug that had me focusing on breathing correctly instead of the pitiful feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into my hair, "I never even stopped to think about how you were feeling about this."

I let out a shaky breath of my own before pulling away to answer him, "I'm scared shitless." He couldn't help but to chuckle at that, wiping tears off of his cherry red cheeks. Sighing, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips and kept our foreheads pressed together when I pulled away. "Can we just cuddle for the rest of the day? I'm insanely tired," I told him, a small yawn slipping past my lips just to drive my point home. He nodded, sitting up from the couch and tugging me towards our bedroom.

He turned the TV on just so that we would have background noise, and he urged me to lay down on the bed first. After doing so, he slipped under the covers beside me and moved his head to lie comfortably on my chest. His right hand was on top of my stomach as his thumb began to draw lazy circles around my belly button. A content sigh broke through me as my eyelids grew heavy, and I let them close in hopes of being able to doze off quickly. However, I was awake for longer than I would have liked.

"Stay with us, little 'ne," Niall mumbled as he continued to trace those circles onto my stomach. I let myself drift off after hearing the words, being content with the fact that Niall would be there when I woke up.

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