"Already causing us trouble eh?" he whipsers into the skin
You gently place your hands on the swell of your stomach and look down at it. You can't help but think that this is your fault, after all, you were the one who was getting stressed out by the fans and rushed out of there. Niall is staring at your bump as you lie on the bed. His eyes tell their own story.
"Babe are you okay?" you ask, sitting upright
"I'm fine" he says smiling. This smile is different though. It is full of force and worry
"Niall, baby, what is it?"
"It's just, oh nothing babe" he says planting a kiss on your forhead.
"No Niall what is it?" you say taking his hands
He looks to the floor exhaling, beofre sharply regaining your eye contact.
"It's just, I thought for a second that we'd-"
You can see his lips quivering. You know he's about to say he thought you'd lost the baby. You swing your legs over the bed and shuffle over to him, sitting on his lap.
"I know, I know" you say letting him rest his head on your shoulder, "me too, but we haven't! In fact, here" You grab his hand, gently pushing it on the bump. Your baby is kicking.
When Niall feels that small movement his fake smile turns up at the corners into a bigger,real smile
"that's our baby" you say smiling, watching him. He's already completely in love with your unborn child and seeing how he acts with you, warms your heart.
*Few days later*
You're back at home, resting, as the new medication you're on for the infection is making you very tired. Word has got out about Niall staying with you and fans are waiing at the bottom of your drive for a sight of you, or him and soon enough you gather that they have got what then want. They start screaming, so you take a peak out of your bedroom window, to see the flashes of phones, and cameras are folling Niall as he poses with them and has a chat. He truely loves his fans, and you don't mind him talking to them at all, because they'e his girls too, but you are his love and that comforts you. You snuggle up in bed and wait for him to come in. Eventually he crashes through the door and runs upstairs to your room. You switch off your tv and sit cross legged on your bed and Niall sits next to you.
"so ummm, I wanted to ask you something" he says
"What is it?"
"How would you feel about me tweeting that we're expecting a baby?"
"What?" you say shocked
"Well, they're gunna find out soon enough anyway, and well wouldn't it be better coming from us?"
"mmm, I guess so, i'm just worried"
"Worried?" he says tilting his head to the side
"Well yeah, they're not gunna happy with it"
"I know, but, they'll be fine with it once they see how happy we are"
"Really? Niall, I've been a fangirl, I don't think they will!" you laugh
"Hahahaha well, I just think we should! Management say it's okay, so why not?"
"Ok, ok, let's do it" you say biting your lip. Niall takes your hand, calling down to your mum, asking her to come and help.
Your mum comes into your room and you explain what you're doing. She takes Niall's phone and he stands behind you. You roll up your top, revealing your small bump and you rest your hands on it. Niall uses his hands to then cover yours. You both look down towards the bump and your mum takes the picture.
"perfect" she signal. When ou look at it, you think it's the best picture you've ever seen of you two and you can hardely keep the smile forming on your cheeks at a normal level. Niall composes the tweet and adds the picture
'Ok, so umm we've got big news! Aimee and I are expecting a baby! we couldn't be happier!' As he presses send, you realise what you've just let yourself in for....
