Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 12

***Niall's P.O.V.***

There was a gloomy atmosphere resting over the flat after Navaeh had come home with the news that she might lose the baby. It was like we were stuck in a rut; nothing had actually happened to the baby, but neither of us wanted to become too hopeful for the future only to have it be dashed away. I had spent hours on the computer researching about how to lessen Navaeh's chance of having a miscarriage. Though I was probably annoying her throughout the weeks with my constant reminders to eat lots of fruits and vegetables, I just couldn't stop. I had yelled at her the other day for getting on top of a wobbly stool that I probably should have gotten rid of. That ended with her crying because her hormones had already been all over the place that day, and I had felt like a dick when all I was trying to do was make sure that she and the little one didn't get hurt.

We had hit the twelve week mark on the day that I decided that I couldn't take the suffocating tension in the flat. Both of us were on edge, and it wasn't helping Navaeh's stress levels which constantly made me even more nervous. I just wanted her and the baby to be healthy, and I just hoped that I was doing a good job. However, along the way I had forgotten about keeping them happy as well; I realized that all of the food restrictions and rules were wearing down on Navaeh because she was feeling limited. I wasn't trying to control her; honestly, I was just trying to help.

So, noticing Navaeh's disheartened mood on that particular day, I had wandered into the bedroom after my shower with a towel wrapped around my hips tightly. She was sitting on the bed, still wearing the yoga pants that she would put on whenever she did her 'light exercising', and her right hand held onto the remote to our TV loosely as she stared at the sitcom on the screen. With a bit of hesitation, I walked to the side of the bed so that I was beside her and I could lift her chin to bring her eyes to mine. Putting as much love into the action as I could, I leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her parted lips. She tasted like the strawberries that she had had for a snack, and I couldn't help but to smile at the fact while kissing her.

"What was that for?" she wondered with the smallest of smiles when I pulled away from her, keeping our faces close.

My hand moved to cup her cheek and I skirted my thumb across the crest of her right cheekbone, "I just really love you." And I kissed her once more before withdrawing completely and straightening my posture.

"I love you too, Niall," she returned after she had grabbed one of my hands and had begun to swing it back and forth in the space between us. Then, she tugged me down a little bit so that she could bring my hand to her stomach. It wasn't so flat anymore; there was a tiny little bump that was probably only visible because Navaeh was so thin. "The little one loves you as well."

Grabbing my towel with my free hand in order to keep it up, I sank to my knees so that I would be at eye-level with the miniscule bump. My lips ghosted the fabric over her stomach before I pressed a loud and exaggerated kiss there. Those were the moments where a happy kind of hurt struck me right in the chest. I wanted the baby to make it through so desperately, and things seemed to be going well, but I was so incredibly hesitant to fall even more in love with the tiny human being growing in Navaeh. I just didn't want to be heartbroken if something happened.

"And I love the little one."

I rested my cheek against the bed after I had spoken; my eyes focused on the smiling face of my fiancée. She dropped the remote from her other hand and brought it to my hair so that she could run her fingers through the soft tufts of brown. I had gone without dying it for a while, but I had a lot of other things on my mind at that time. As she tugged at my hair a little, I spoke up again, "I'd like to take you some place special for dinner tonight."