YOURS {N.H} SEQUEL TO WHO KNOWS

PART 41

(Mature)
MEGS P.O.V

A couple of weeks had past and Niall and I decided to take Olah to the near by park where a Christmas market was being held. Olah was around three now. She still had a mixture of my blonde hair and Niall's natural brown hair, our eyes and Niall's lips. She was all I could ask for. A lot of people where her, mainly couples and grandparents with their grandchildren, running around in the sparkling Christmas light lit park.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, taking his cup of hot chocolate in the other hand.

"The same please." I tell him as he orders another from the cart and hands Olah her juice.

As we begin to walk, I notice that the cream on my drink starts to drip down the side of my cup and begin to lick it around the edges to keep it from seeping down onto hand, making it sticky.  I notice Niall watching me carefully out the corner of my eye smiling.

"Niall." I giggled at how weird he was as he laughs in return. His eyes go back to my eyes and he kisses my cheek softly. His half hearted apology because I could really tell that he was not sorry for how it turned him on. I sigh and smile at him, kissing him back.

"Gross." Olah giggled, covering her eyes.

"Oh be quiet." Niall laughed at her.

Time passes slowly, just me, him and our daughter together in the park. Niall's eyes scan over the people that still roam the paths, his grip tightening around my waist as I carry an asleep Olah on my hip when we pass a mum with her tiny new born baby, drooling in her pushchair. His eyes stay on her until she is out of sight behind us. He slowly turns his head towards me.

"That baby was cute. Reminds me of this one when she was born." He says, lightly brushing Olah's cheek with his thumb. "I bet when we have another one, it'll be just as adorable." He smiles at Olah.

I smile at the thought of having another baby with Niall. His hair, my eyes, his personality, my nose. I mix a dozen things together and create a perfect image in my head. Niall squeezes tighter around my hip again before looking back at me.

"I want another one." He sighs. I look him in the eyes to make sure he's being serious. "Can we have another one? Let's have another one." He talks to himself.

"Are you being serious?" My eyes water up at his words.

"Yeah." He tells me. "Let's have another baby. Olah would love to have another sibling. Just imagine the way they would play together and look out for each other when they are older." I kiss him with happiness before we start to walk back home to put Olah to bed.
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After putting Olah to bed, we aren't even through our bedroom door when Niall started to shred my clothes off, leaving them in a trail from the door to our bed along with his as well.

"I love you so much." He tells me between kisses. "So much."

"I love you too." I say, jumping up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He lies me down on the bed, kissing my neck and running his hands over my top half, forcing a deep moan to escape through my lips. He pushes me up further onto the bed, spreading his knees over your entire body. He takes his time with me, making sure I have everything I want and need.

His lips travel downwards and he begins kissing my inner thighs before meeting my centre. My head falls back when he pushes two fingers into me, curling them as the pressure builds over and over again. He moans against me when I yell, sending vibrations through me, pushing me closer to the edge.

I feel myself get closer and closer, covering my mouth with my hand so I don't wake Olah in the next room. My hands go from my mouth to the sheets beneath me, feeling the most incredible sensation throughout my entire body.

Niall giggles, looking up at me. He groans and sits up, kissing me hard while rubbing himself against me, feeling every inch of him. He lined himself up, sliding himself up and down before pushing into me. He bites my lower lip when I wince at the feeling, ignoring the pain. My hands run up and down his back as he begins a steady pace.

"Please." I whimper, begging him to go faster.

"Fuck!" He groans, lifting my legs onto his shoulders pushing in even deeper. His eyes shut tight and his mouth falls open. He looses balance in his arms that were supporting his weight, falling right on top of me. My legs are forced to spread even more and he fills all of me.
I scream out in response and he starts to move faster, slamming into me, causing the bed to creak and bang against the wall. With every thrust my mind goes blank, forgetting everything around me. I'm brought back to reality when I hear Niall's phone ringing. He doesn't stop, but just leans over to grab it on the table beside the bed.

"Hello?" He breaths into the phone as I claw at his back, signalling that I'm close.

"What? I can't hear anything you're saying." He speaks into the phone while never letting up his speed.

"Niall." I growl as he looks down at me.

"Sorry I can't talk right now, we're trying to make a baby." He hangs up the phone, throwing it behind him pushing harder into me.

"Wh-who was that?" I ask holding onto his arms as the bed might break any second.

"Your dad." He laughs.

"What!" I panic. "You told my dad that we're were trying to make a baby?"

"I'm joking. It was Liam."

"What!" He smiles at me and I giggle, focusing back onto him.

I dig my nails into his biceps falling apart beneath him. He thrusts a couple of times more into me before reaching his high, calling my name.
He collapses besides me, breathing hard and fast, catching his breath as I do the same.

"I love you. That was amazing." He tells me as his eyes begin to flutter shut. I only moan in response and mutter an "I love you, too." Before closing my eyes as well. Hoping that it works out.

THIS WAS SOO BLOODY AWKWARD TO WRITE. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED ENJOYED THIS PART. ILY ALL! HAPPY CHRISTMAS.