Imagines

Niall Horan #4

"Are you ready, Mrs. Horan?" The doctor asks as she comes into the waiting room. You groan as you stand up, being timid about your movements. Sometimes it's hard to move around with a six month pregnant belly.

"I suppose so," you grunt as you follow the doctor into a small room.

"Will your husband be joining us today?" The doctor asks as you lay on a table. You shake your head and you can visibly see the doctor's reaction turn to one of disappointment.

"He's busy," you explain. He and the boys had a meeting with management today and, of course, management was too stubborn to reschedule.

The doctor tells you to lift your shirt and you do as told. She places the cold gel on your stomach and you can see your little baby on the screen. Today, you were going to find out the gender.

"Are you ready?" She asks for a second time. You nod.

"Yes, I'm re-"

"WAIT!"

The two of you nearly scream as the door bursts open and Niall rushes inside. You stare wide-eyed at your husband, who's nearly out of breath.

"Niall!" you exclaim. "What are you doing here?!"

"I-I ditched the meeting with m-management," Niall gasps, hands on his knees. "Th-They'll kill me later, but I d-don't care. I thought I was t-too late."

"Actually, you're just in time," the doctor smiles. "We were just about to find out what you're having."

"Good," Niall grins as he takes a seat beside you. He grasps your hand and the two of you look expectantly at the screen.

"You're having a," the doctor moves the screen around a little, "a boy! Congratulations!"

You squeal and Niall picks you up from the table, spinning you around in a hug. The two of you meet in a kiss and only pull away when the doctor clears her throat. You look at her.

"Do the two of you know any names yet?" she asks.

You and Niall grin at each other. "I think we do," Niall admits.

"Gabriel Reed Horan."