Happy Mistakes (Niall Horan Lovestory)

Surprises/Fading blue

Sapphire's P.O.V.

Four months of pregnancy really takes a toll on one's life. It's a good thing I have Harry here to get the brunt of it.

For one, he was there to witness the momentous occasion of the baby's first kick. Which actually wasn't too long ago. It all happened so quickly and suddenly. But everything in that moment was absolute perfection, and I wouldn't change a single detail for the world.

Evident, and might I add, drastic changes as well. Other than the basic switch ups, one being an increase in the size of my stomach due to a growing baby, I've been experiencing a montage of what I like to call pregnancy fixes.

Me overeating the weirdest shit I could get my hands on almost every two seconds. Harry and Kacey think my combinations are absurd. To be honest, I agree with them.

In my opinion, being pregnant is just like being drunk while being completely sober.

I feel fat. I can't help it. Harry often lies to me by telling me otherwise.
He thinks he's making me feel better. Wrong. I feel way worse when I try on the clothes that used to fit perfectly yet now can't come half way past my knees.

He says that I should enjoy this 'privilege', but how can I? I look like a bloated dolphin.

It sucks to be me. I have to sit here and watch all the skinny girls around me have fun and wear the tightest clothes and I can only reminisce about the times when that were me.
Kacey isn't making it any better. It's like she's doing it deliberately.

Another glorious part of being pregnant would be my piece of shit sex drive.
It's annoying me to the max right now.
And the worst part is, Harry won't budge. I feel desperate having to beg him to do it but beggars can't be choosers. Or can they?

"Sapphire Sertori. For the final time, no. I will not have sex with you while you're carrying a baby." He said sternly. Hmm, trying to change my mind. Nice try. I'm stubborn. He should know that by now.

"Please Harry. I'm actually asking nicely." I whined as I clung to his arm for dear life. "That's a first." He mumbled under his breath.
My loving gaze instantly transformed to a vicious glare in seconds.
"Just kidding babe." He said defensively as he eyed my transition in appearance. My heart fluttered up the my throat as he called me babe. I'm still not used to it. I don't think I ever will be.

I kept silent as I pulled my 'sad face' and deviously waited for him to give in to my dirty desires. "Look, Sapph, I just don't want to hurt the baby. I want to be safe for now." "Are you fucking kidding me? You not being safe is the main reason we're here in the first place. Why are you now deciding to be so cautious?" I argued out of annoyance and sexual frustration.

A wave of hurt flashed over his emerald irises making me slightly regret my choice of words.

"I know that I'm reckless and I'm trying to change that for the sake of us and the baby. Yeah I make mistakes. I fuck up a lot. That's my thing. I just want to make sure that everything is perfect." He replied softly.

Great. Now I'm the bad guy for simply wanting him to fuck me instead of putting the baby's safety.

This proves that I'm not capable of being a good mother. Not yet at least.

"Okay. I understand. But what am I supposed to do about my urge?" I questioned with reddened cheeks.

"I think I can help you out with that." He smirked as he snaked his ink covered arm around my waist and cheekily pinched my ass. I let out a shocked squeal as he picked my up bridal style and headed up the stairs. Let the games begin.