Lyric's POV
It was way past noon, and I was still visiting with the babies waiting for Niall. I sat in one of the NICU's recliners, cradling both of the babies in my arms, as it was a new trick one of the nurses taught me. I sat there smiling at my babies, as they slept peacefully on my chest. It felt amazing being able to hold them after carrying them for so long. A sad thing about it though, was that my babies were still hooked up to a bunch of wires, so it felt as I was holding a bundle of wires, plus two small, fragile babes.
A nurse came in fifteen minutes later, and taught me how to feed them with the preemie bottles as they would stay on them for a while. I really wish Niall could be here, to experience it with me, as it was rounding three o'clock. I would just have to show him when their next feeding comes around. I was sitting on a sofa, with a nurse holding Grace, and I was holding Michael burping them. I placed little kisses on Michael's tiny cheek, and I couldn't help but smile when his tiny hand grabbed a hold of my shirt as I burped him.
Once they were finished being burped, I put Michael back in the NICU's bassinet that he was assigned, and took Grace from the polite nurse. That's when Niall hurried into the NICU, and scrubbed his hands furiously all the way up to his elbows, as that's what he was suppose to do, and pulled on a shirt that covered up his clothes. One of the NICU's policies, so our outside clothes wouldn't carry germs in, onto the babies. He had a scowl on his face when he sat next to me. I smiled at him and gently passed Grace over to him, his scowl disappeared when he placed his hands on his daughter.
"Hey there.." He whispered to Grace grinning from ear to ear. His voice made Grace, just like it always did when I was pregnant for them. He gently brushed the pad of his thumb across Grace's cheek in a calming motion.
"How was work today?" I questioned him. I saw his smile turn into a frown, and that's how I knew it wasn't a good day.
"It was terrible." He grumbled, trying not to let to much information slip. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and rubbed his back.
"Why was it terrible Niall, you can tell me." I coaxed hoping he would let his walls down and tell me.
"It's nothing you need to worry about princess. All that matters is that I'm here now enjoying time with my family." He spoke confidently. Well at least that is half true, I thought. I would have to ask him later.
"So, where is my little man Mikey at?" He asked his smile returning to his face.
"He's over in the bassinet snoozing away." I grinned.
"Oh, well how was you day love?" He asked as he played with Grace's tiny feet and hands.
"Just learning new things about the babies. Oh! I learned how to feed them with the NICU bottles that they will be on for a while. I will have to teach you." I remembered.
"Aw, man, feels like I missed out on a whole lot." Niall sighed with a pouty face.
"No you didn't, the only thing you missed out on was how to feed them, and that both of them are big cuddlers, and like to be snuggled right up against you." I told him hoping to snap him out of his sadness. Which it did, he had a big smile that stretched about a mile wide.
"Well I guess they picked up that trait from their Daddy." He said as his smile never left his face, and bent down to place a kiss on Grace's head.
*After visiting with the babies*
Once Visiting hours were over, Niall and I got into our cars, since we both drove different ones. I was about a quarter of the way home when my cell phone started to ring.
"Remember only god can judge us, forget the haters, because somebody loves ya-"
I dug it out of my of my purse and checked the caller I.D. It was the Hospital.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi, is this Mrs.Horan?"
"Yes, it is may I ask why your calling?"
"Mrs. Horan, I just got off the phone with your husband and I wanted to deliver you some news. Your son Michael has been put back on all of his monitors that he was taking off of today-"
"Well, why is that?" I cut her off starting to panic.
"He is has gotten ill, and is having a difficult time breathing. So he has been moved to a different part of the NICU. "
"What?" I whimpered, the tears starting to form.
"I'm sorry Mrs.Horan. On behalf of your son getting better it would be better if you stayed at home for a few days, or until you get a call from us."
"What? What about Grace? Can't I come see her?"
"No, Mrs.Horan, you can't. We don't want Grace to catch the illness too, and you can't come see Michael because we don't want to risk him getting more ill."
"Okay, I've got to g-go now. I-I will be looking f-forward to your c-call." I trembled, trying not to cry, then I hung up. I decided that I wasn't going to go straight, home so I took a different route. A route that was all familiar to me.
A route that led to my parents grave yard.
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