Fate is Fate(Sequel to:ATF)Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 27

10 MONTHS LATER

~Monica's POV~

It's been ten months since the wedding. Yep, you guessed it. I'm pregnant! Anyway, in the ten months, everyone got married. Payzer, Zerrie and Rorry.

Everyone tried to get pregnant, I was the first one, because, you know, the honeymoon. But Perrie and Zayn just couldn't make a baby. So after hard, hard thinking, they adopted a baby boy. Chris Andrew Malik. First baby direction!!!

"So...Ni...Since you're due in three days, can you pick a name already?!" Perrie said, stealing one of my fries. I slapped her hand and rubbed my baby bump.

By the way, we were at the Nandos' where Niall and I met, having a normal day with Chris. Except for me being due in three days, everything was completely normal. What could possibly go wrong?

"Any suggestions?" I asked, taking another bite of my meal. "How about Javaad? I mean, he's a baby boy, right?" Zayn smiled. "No! Why didn't you name that to Chris?" I asked. Zayn looked at Perrie. "Not Javaad. Come on! I'm not that good with baby names!" I yell.

Suggestions came POURING IN!

Eleanor: "Jacob."

Louis: "Edward."

Harry: "Dexter."

Perrie: "Michael."

Dani: "Woody!"

Liam: "Buzz!"

"Okay! I don't want to name my first son after cartoon characters! It is cute, though." I said. "Hey! How about Nathan?" Ellie smiled.

"Uh-huh. Like they would want to name the first-born Horan after a member of The Wanted." Haz rolled his eyes. "Hey! Mind you, he's nice! He gave me a snapback for my birthday!" We were shocked. They knew each other?! Even I didn't know that!

"But he knows I'm into curly guys. So he kept Jay McGuiness away from me." She laughed, kissing Haz on the cheek.

"No, Ellie. Not Nathan." I smiled. "Hey, why don't we let Chris choose?" Louis said, ruffling Chris' hair. "Patrick!" Chris bubbled, pointing to his Sponge bob/Patrick shirt. Aw!!! So cute!!! And nice choice too!

"Patrick it is! Patrick James Horan!" I squeal, picking him up. I got the 'James' from Liam, by the way.

"Awh!!! You named him after my second name!!! James!!!" Niall squealed. You could practically see the TWINKLE in his eyes! And I thought that was for girls!

"Niall, I got it from Liam." I said. "Aw!!! Youre the sweetest, I- YOU WHAT?!"

"I said I got the 'James' from Liam." "WHY?! I'm your HUSBAND! You should've named it after ME!" He yelled. I was shocked. "Why the hell are you acting like this?" I laughed.

Mainly because the argument was stupid. Who would be arguing over A NAME?!

"Oh! And what? You'd like it if I named our future baby girl Samantha or if they have Harry's green eyes!" I was taken back.

I'm pregnant! For goodness' sakes! No pregnant woman's husband would say that! No matter how jerky she gets.

I glared up at him and was about to slap him when...

"AHHH!!!!!" I yelled, clutching my stomach. Well, what do you expect?! I was having a contraction! You can't just hear a woman say "Ah! It tickles!" while she's having a contraction!

Wait, I'm having a CONTRACTION?! I'm not due for another TWO days!!!

"She's having a contraction! Okay, Ni? Breathe in and out. In and out. You....Think of nice things, okay? Like...Um...Oreos?" Eleanor panicked. "How...Do...You...Know...AHH!!!" I asked/screeched.

"Let's just say that Louis' mum, Jay, taught me a lot." She shrugged.

The pain was indescribable. I had to keep my eyes closed to block it out, which didn't work, whatsoever. All it did was make rainbow swirl thingies that made me dizzy. Ugh.

"AHHH!!! OREOS!!!!" I yelled again. Really! It hurts! Everything! Even my hair! Then I felt something wet. What?! No!!! I'm due for 3 days!! It's too early!!!

"Oh my gosh! Niall, carry her to the car! Her water just broke!" Lou panicked. My eyes snapped open .

"NO! There is NO way YOU are touching ME!" I protested in his red, panicked, sweaty, what-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-do-my-wife's-water-just-broke face.

"Ni, he HAS to!" Louis said to me. "You can do this, Nick! Patrick, buddy, it's not time yet!" He panicked, picking me up and carrying me to the car.

"Your JERK-OF-A-DAD is right, Patrick! It's not yet time! AHHH!!!! GO DERBY!!!!"

"I love you, Monique!"

"I hate you! This is all your FAAUULLLTTT!!!!!"

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We got to a hospital, I'm not sure which though, and everything STILL hurts! My HAIR still hurts! I didn't know hair could even hurt! And since when did my hair become part of the pregnancy?!

They got me to a stretcher or the bed that has wheels, I don't know what's it called. I opened my eyes and saw Liam bragging to Dani that I picked his name. Really?! He's doing that NOW?! When I'm gonna be in LABOR?!

"I'm coming with you!" I heard Niall. "NO! If you come with me, I swear on my love for Oreos, I will NOT let Patrick out!" I yell. "Mrs. Horan, he needs to come. Someone needs to accompany you." The doctor-lady said, causing me to grunt. Ugh!

"I love you, Monica Chelsey Horan!" Niall said, kissing my ever-so-sweaty forehead.

"I love-slash-hate you! This is all your fault, Horaaann!!!"

**

"Push!!" The doctor-lady said. Wow! Does she even KNOW how painful this is?! How the hell can I push?! "AHHH!!!! MICHEAL BUBLE!!!!!" I yelled, trying my hardest to get Patrick James Horan out.

I opened my eyes, trying to get in deep breaths before I push again. Then I saw Niall, VIDEOING me in LABOR!!!

"WHAT THE HELL, HORAN?! GET OUT!"

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~Niall's POV ~

"AHHH!!! BIEBER FEVER!"

"AHHH!!! BABY OREOS!"

"AHHH!!! LOVATICS!!!"

"AHHH!!! FOOD!!!"

"Niall? Niall....Wake up...There's someone to meet you..."

I heard Monique sing-song. She's not in labor? Someone wants to meet me? She's not screaming random things she love?

I opened my eyes and saw Perrie, Zayn, Chris, Liam, Dani, Harry, Ellie, Louis, Eleanor and Monique with a baby in her arms. I wiped my eyes and looked again. "Who's gonna....?" I asked.

Monique put the baby in my arms. "Patrick, meet your one-of-a-kind jerky dad." She said. "What if he pulls away?" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry, he knows you're his jerk-of-a-dad."

"Hey Patrick. Hey bud. You're beautiful. Like your mum. Know what? You have her nose and hair. Don't know whose eyes you got though. You're beautiful, bud. But not in a gay way, because, you know, that would be....wrong. But even if you turn out gay, I'm not saying you should though, I'll still love ya. Hope you get my Irish accent, so girls are gonna be running after you. Treat 'em right, okay?" I said.

A tear dropped from my eye and landed on his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. "Hey. Hey bud. You're he first born Horan." I smiled. He took my index finger and held it in his two little hands. Okay, now I'm just being cheesy. But what do you expect dads to be when they first see their kid?

"Oh, look. He has blue eyes with a mix of brown."