Healed (Sequel to Broken- Niall Horan)

Chapter 14

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

With a trip to Ireland all planned out and a venue picked for the quick and secluded wedding that we were going to have there, Navaeh and I had a busy week ahead of us. The wonderful news of twins had come four days prior, and we were lazing about the flat without a care in the world. Navaeh was doing God knows what in the kitchen, humming along with her actions with a happiness that was so refreshing. Everything felt so... so surreal and so right. We were living in our own little world once again and it was fucking fantastic.

I had started a four way call between the boys and me on that particular Saturday morning. Navaeh and I had just eaten breakfast not long before that, and it had tasted amazing but there had been some leftovers that she was taking care of. "Hey, cherub, what's going on?" Liam called from his end of the phone call, a smile clear in his tone while Louis and Harry could be heard on their lines talking to Carson and Elizabeth.

"Do all of you guys have a minute?" I questioned right away, hoping that I had caught them all at a good time. My free hand was brought up to my face as I nibbled at my fingernails with excitement and nervousness all bundled together. A chorus of 'yeahs' came through, and I pulled in a deep breath. "So, I called to tell you guys that... Navaeh and I are getting married."

There was complete silence for about two seconds before someone was screaming out congratulation (probably Harry) and other shouts of surprise and happiness. "Niall, that's fantastic! When's the wedding?" Elizabeth called over Harry's excited yelling. All of them knew how much I loved Navaeh, so marrying her was such a big part of my life and it was making me so incredibly happy.

"That's actually why I was calling," I scratched the back of my neck with a chuckle hanging on the edge of my words. Navaeh's humming was fading a little, and I craned my neck so that I would be able to see what she was doing. Eventually, I saw her figure opening up the refrigerator and organizing a few things in it. "We're heading over to Ireland at the end of the week and staying for about a month," I explained, "And we've both agreed that we want to get married there."

"Wow, so... very soon?" Liam spoke up once again.

"Yeah," I nodded even though I knew that they couldn't see me, "Three weeks from now; on her birthday." There was an audible 'aw' from both Carson and Elizabeth and my cheeks grew a little red just talking about the special date. I really couldn't wait to see her walking down that isle, a smile on her face while her baby bump was visible and breathtaking. Mum, dad, Denise, and Greg had already been informed of the engagement and wedding plans; they just didn't know about the babies, and Navaeh and I wanted to keep it a surprise until we got to Ireland. She wanted to actually see their faces in person.

"And, well," I started up again, "I know that it's really short notice, but I would really love for all of you to be there; you're my brothers, and I couldn't think of anyone that I'd rather share the day with than you guys and the rest of my family." Another silence fell over the four way conversation and for a second I wondered if I had accidentally hung up on them. I checked just to make sure that that wasn't the case, and went back to anxiously waiting for their answers.

Louis spoke up first, "Do you think it's really a question, mate? Of course we're all going to be at your wedding!" A smile ran across my lips when I processed his answer and the other agreements coming after it. Navaeh poked her head into the room, a fork in her mouth as her blonde hair was still everywhere from just waking up. She had a plate of chocolate cake in her left hand and her eyes were wide while she waited for me to inform her on what their answers had been. I mouthed out 'they're coming' and watched as she began to jump up and down with excitement.

"Hey, hey, be careful!" I called to her with a laugh, "You're going to end up stabbing yourself with that fork!" She stilled, shaking with the excitement instead while she pulled the fork out of her mouth and disappeared for a second.

"What?" Harry questioned, thinking that I had been talking to them when I had shouted.

I shook my head, knowing that they couldn't see it, "Sorry, I was talking to Navaeh." They all let out little 'oh's at that, and I could picture them all nodding with the short reply. Before the conversation could go on, Navaeh was jogging out of the kitchen with now empty hands, and she plopped down on top of my lap. A small 'oof' left my mouth at the sudden action, but my free arm wrapped around her soon enough.

"Tell them about the babies," Navaeh encouraged me, nodding her head when she saw my raised brows. However, I didn't even get a chance to tell them; they had already heard the news when she said it.

"Babies?" Harry's tone was filled with the sort of excitement that he always had when he was talking about babies. With his obsession with them, it was a miracle that he hadn't already been begging Elizabeth to start trying for one. Though, with the conversation that was about to occur, I wouldn't be surprised if it was the first thing he suggested to her when they hung up.

I placed my hand over Navaeh's small bump, running my thumb over the fabric covering it and beaming up at her. "Yeah, Navaeh's pregnant," there was a gasp from everyone except for Louis, "with twins, actually."

"Twins!" Liam laughed loudly. The news was no doubt unbelievable, and soon all of them were giggling and congratulating us once again for the milestone. "Ah, that's amazing, cherub!" My cheeks were tinted pink, and Navaeh kissed them with a feather light gentleness.

"How far along?"

Harry was so loud that Navaeh was able to hear him without the phone being on speaker, and she answered for me. "Almost three and a half months," she told them, her grin reaching amazing proportions.

"You guys sure know how to drop some bombs," Louis whistled out with an impressed sort of tone in the words. And, yeah, it was true; I did have a habit of forgetting to tell them about the important things. It wasn't like I meant to, it was just the fact that I was used to always telling them things so I always just assumed that I had and forgot about it. I would never keep something from them intentionally though; they were my brothers, after all.