Niall One Shots

Blue Bundles

5/5

"Holy fuck, Niall! It fucking hurts!" You screamed out, your eyes screwing shut. You writhed in the hospital bed, the epidermal not kicking in yet.

Niall held your hand tightly but you squeezed his hand even tighter, your knuckles turning white. The pain was something that was other-worldly. Black dots danced a crossed your vision and you screamed out again as another contraction hit you.

You arched off the bed and bit your lip.

The doctor came back in, "Okay, we will give her a half dose to see if it will hurry the process of the anesthetic numbing her."

Niall growled, "Well stop fucking standing there and fucking do something about it."

The doctor paled and nodded. The nurses rolled you on your side and you hissed as the needle went into your lower back.

You still felt the pain in your lower abdomen, but as time went on you couldn't feel the lower half of your body.

Your grip loosened on Niall's hand and you sighed in relief. Niall kissed the back of your hand, "How are you feeling princess?"

He pushed your hair sticking to your face, back. You nodded, still heavily breathing, doing your best to recover from the pain.

"So much better Niall. Thank you." You rested against the bed and Niall kissed your forehead.

After New Years... you and Niall sat down-once you got home in Mullingar of course.

But you two had talked about what the next year would look like, with the baby, with your relationship, work, all of it.

No nannies, you and Niall were firm on that decision. You would put a pause on your career as a journalist because that was more realistic than Niall taking a break from being in the boy band, obviously. But that didn't make your break any easier, but once he was able to go to school, you'd go back part time.

Little Robert Charles Horan needed at least one parent home. Niall told you he would be home in between every concert if he was able to do it and go about doing it.

Your hand rested on your stomach, Robert was only a week late, but it was a week that kept Niall on edge.

Niall would barely let you get out of bed, he hated it when you tried to do anything in regards to bending over, picking anything more than two pounds up, and stretching too much. He had hired a special dietitian for you and the baby and eventually a special private trainer so you wouldn't gain too much baby weight.

Even though he insisted he wouldn't care, you would and did. So he just took care of it like the good daddy-to-be he was.

You two were married in Mullingar, it was a rather large wedding, with family, friends, everything and everyone. It was... it was crazy and you weren't showing yet. You started showing at five and half months more noticeably.

You decided a spring wedding would be best so you would be able to fit in the dress of your choice. Granted, it was a little further at the stomach and the rags were obviously able to do simple math and they had a field day with the fact that Robert was conceived out of wed-lock.

Though it was none of their business and none of their concern, but this was what happens when you marry a world wide sensation.

Your life, is suddenly theirs. And this is what worried you for Robert, what happens when you go out into public with him? Niall promised more security but it was more about privacy. But you gave that up for Niall. Willingly, happily, and would do it over and over again.

The doctor entered the room again, "Okay Mrs. Horan, we are going to have you start pushing and we are going get your little boy out into the world." He smiled at the two of you.

You nod and Niall grips your hand, "I love you baby, so much. I am so ready for this."

You searched those blue eyes that you got lost in so often and those blue eyes had a new gleam. You weren't too sure what it meant but you knew it had to do with the baby on the way.

His nursery was set up. Green and orange with footballs and Derby County jerseys everywhere.

A Derby family through and through.

"I'm ready." You breathed out.

* * *

After a few more hours in labour and pushing and tears and trying.

Robert Charles Horan was born. He was 16inches long, weighed 7 pounds and had a full head of dark hair.

They wrapped him in a blue blanket and handed him to you.

You pushed the hair that stuck to your forehead in the sweat back and cradled him in your arms.

Niall stood behind you slightly, arms around your shoulders. You gazed down at your son.

How could you ever doubt-ever question your love or question if you were ready. You held this blue little bundle tight in your arms. His eyes open, looking up at you.

"We make great looking kids." Niall murmured softy, his long finger gently tracing Robert's face.

You nod, "Yeah. You were a great coach baby." You glance up at him and Niall smiles at you, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss.

"You were amazing. You got him out." Niall winked and you held Robert up to Niall to take him.

He took him and searched his face, "God, he is so precious." You scoot over so Niall can get into bed with you. You rest against him as he cooed sweet nothings to Robert.

"We made this..." Niall murmured to you. You hummed in agreement and leaned against Niall, utterly exhausted.

Eventually, sleep overcame you and knowing Robert was in the right arms and just Niall's presence in general and how well Niall took the father role it just... It gave you the comfort where you were able to go to sleep easily.