YOURS {N.H} SEQUEL TO WHO KNOWS

PART 44

MEGS P.O.V

I couldn't stop crying, it didn't stop. Tears began drowning me as I curled up in a ball on my side. Niall propped up on his knees on the floor besides the bed, his head down as he placed a hand on my waist. He was just rubbing his thumb back and forth. He had been talking and talking, but once he noticed that I wasn't going to respond to him, he just rested with me. I was heartbroken.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whimpered. It was about two am. I had been crying for hours.

"Sorry for what?" He lifted his head, his chin resting on my shoulder. "What are you sorry for princess?"

"Everything, I am so sorry-"

"Oh darling, stop, stop." He whipped my soaked eyes. "You heard the doctor, things like this can just happen. You did everything right, I know you did. You didn't smoke, you didn't drink, you ate everything right, and you were totally healthy apart from a few harmless sugary treats. Every pregnant woman craves Nutella, it's normal. It was no ones fault, it wasn't meant to be. Don't crying I can't bare to see you like this." His face seemed like he was in pain. "What can I do to fix this?"

"Bring my baby back." I broke all over again and whimpered into his arm.

"Stop." He whispered. "It's not, you know that." Nail kissed my hair and crawled into bed, holding me as he laid on on his side next to me. I held onto him as I kept breaking inside, unsure if I'd ever survive this.
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I took two weeks off of working at the nursery, unsure of how long it would take me to function correctly again. Thankfully, Niall was on the break. He took care of me and Olah, who was staying at my parents for a while. He made me eat, forced vitamins down my throat, washed me, and made sure that I drank plenty.
He was only just functioning too, he had cried about the loss of one of our babies, one of them. It was so, hard to understand. I couldn't comprehend that I wouldn't be having two babies, I was so in love with them, I heard the hearts beat and now... it was gone. I felt like there was this gaping hole in my chest.
"Meg?" Niall came in, it was almost midday now, he was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt buttoned all the way up, to the top. He looked so handsome but I couldn't really deal right now. "Open your mouth." He sat with a plate of food. I dropped my jaw, staring at nothing but the thought of the images of my babies on the screen, it was all I could see.
He'd prepared the food for me, gently putting it in my mouth. He spoon fed me till everything off of the plate was completely gone and then wiped my mouth with a napkin. He tucked me back into bed a walked out.

I knew it was so early in pregnancy, but when your a little girl you always think you get pregnant and have the baby straight away, not once thought of loosing it.
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"Come here princess." He picked me up me up hours later before bed and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the side of the bath, stripped me, and set me in the bath. I was leaning against the wall as he poured water over my head. Followed by him gently scrubbing my head with shampoo. He rinsed my hair then washed my body, pulling the plug on the drain afterwards. He got up and grabbed a towel as I watched the soapy water exit away through the plug hole. He picked me up and dried me gently, as I fell into his chest. After he towel dried my hair and I felt him kiss the top of my head and then pick me up, carrying me into bed. He took off his clothes and laid besides me after he shut the lights off. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my shoulders, humming softly to soothe me into a sleep.

Those two weeks, turned into two and a half, then two and a half turned to three, then those three turned into a whole month. I hadn't gone back to the nursery, Niall had only left the house for the essentials as his life revolved around caring for me.

One morning when he fed me breakfast I went back down stairs, I just felt... mad.
I got up, wiped my eyes and finally looked in the mirror. I looked like absolute hell. My eyes were swollen and red from all the crying, fading into black circles and bags around them. My face looked thinner and my hair was a wreck. I pulled on a hoodie, storming down stairs. He was walking around the living room on his phone but hung up when he saw me.
"You're up."

"Why aren't you as fucking sad as I am?" He just started, most likely startled by my tone of voice. "Why aren't you crying with me? Why the fuck aren't you angry? We lost a child!" I screamed at him. He looked like he was about to cry.