It Started With A Lie..

Breaking it Down

3 WEEKS LATER************

"I need to tell my dad." Niall and I sat cross legged, facing each other, hand in hand on his bed.

He sighed," We can whenever your ready." I have made it through the past few weeks with minimal morning sickness, headaches, and a bigger appetite. My belly only had a slight bump to it, barely visible. Sometimes Niall would stand with me in the mirror and admire our growing child. The problem was... no one else knows but Niall, Charles, and myself. I need to come clean to Niall's mom and my Dad. There was that constant nagging that wouldn't go away, you know what they say, better sooner than later. I have it all planned out, take them to a nice restaurant, mostly so they can't make that big of a scene. I hope.. he must've seen the worried expression on my face as I thought.

"Babe, do not worry! I promise, they will understand. We are dating and our committed to this." I placed my hands on both sides of his face to pull him into a passionate kiss. I'm so lucky to have this amazing guy as my boyfriend. We both rose to our knees to deepen the kiss, he eased us into the bed so he was hovering over me. Niall tangled his fingers in my hair, twirling it in his small hands. I reached down to find him hard, grabbing for the hem is shirt, I pulled it up to make is striking abs visible. He moaned tugging it back down.

"Remember? We are not going to have sex while we have the baby, even this I can't continue because next time I won't be able to stop." He whispered with a soft smile. Could I get a better father to my baby? We layed down, his arm around me, waiting in comfortable silence for one of us to speak.

"Well, I better go invite them to dinner tonight before it's too late." I said, smoothing out my clothes and hair as I got up. Niall stared at me as I walked out the door. Even that filled my stomach with butterflies. Walking down the hall, being clutzy me, my foot slipped out from under me causing my to tumble down fifteen carpeted stairs. Oh god, my head was throbbing as I finally reached the bottom. I saw sock covered feet run over to me and pull me up into a sitting position.

"Rhea? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Charles shouted questions at me worriedly.

"Shut up, someone could hear you.." I mumbled, gripping the large bump forming on my head.

"They are in their bedroom downstairs, don't worry.."

"I am fine." I stated firmly as he led me to the couch, "It's a Saturday, where is your girl of the week?" I tried to lighten the mood so he wouldn't look so worried. It's so odd, he's been helping me and seeming like he actually...cared, you could say since the baby was conceived.

His face hardened, "Not today." Odd.

"Would you mind going to ask them if they want to come to dinner tonight? I'm...um..I mean we are going to break the news." I pleaded.

"Okay." He sighed, and with a flip of his hair, he was gone. Wow, that was easy.

5 HOURS******

I was curling my long brown hair in tight spirals. I was wearing my one shoulder blue dress that came a little below midthigh, with silver gladiator sandals. Hey, I wanted to look more...mature. Braiding a section back and pinning it, I was ready to leave. I slowly made my way down the stairs that I was definetly cautious to go down. When I reached the leaving room, all eyes were on me. Niall's mouth was dropped wide open and Charles just stared with a half smile on his face. Dad and Naura entered cheerfully. She came in with white skinny jeans and a flowy gray top. Flawless, no one wonder where these boys got it from.

"Let's hop in the car now kids!" She said bouncing towards the door. I considered her my mom now. She was everything my actual mom should be, but isn't. I loved her and I could tell she thought of me as a daughter. Panic took over, what will she think of me after I told her.

"You look so beautiful," Niall leaned in to whisper as he gripped my hand tightly," don't be nervous, take it easy, they will accept it." I gave him a sincere smile. Charles held the door open, shooting us a scowl. God, I swear this boy is bipolar.

The car ride was silent, but comfortable. Arriving at the restaurant, the waitress shamelessly flirted with Charles, who showed no interest. Niall and I both snickered as he was rejecting her, which earned us a dirty look. Niall shot me a smile and grabbed my hand under the table. We all ordered and I could tell this was my chance. He give me a slight squeeze on my knee and a simple nod.

"Naura, Dad, I have something to tell you." I stated, I could already feel the vomit.

"What is it, dear?" They both answered. Both of them exchanged admiring glances beforing turning the attention back to me.

"I...I....um," I need to say it, let's get this over with, " I'm pregnant."

The fork they were using to eat their salad dropped onto the plate with a loud clatter, drawing everyone's attention.

"YOUR WHAT!?" MY dad screamed.

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Hey, sorry I have been sooo busy with school starting! I have finally got this story all planned out so wait to see what happens next (:

ily!