If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 32- Baby...

Chapter 32

Baby...

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(A/N: LAST REAL CHAPTER:’( plus, warning short chapter last and this one plus the epilogue shouldn't me longer either...sorry but theres really nothing left in this book left of me)

~*Niall’s P.O.V.*~

It’s been six weeks sense the wedding, and Eva and I have an appointment, because my beautiful wife...oh god I love saying that. Anyway, me and my beautiful wife hasn’t been feeling well and getting sick almost every morning, her mood swings aren’t exactly pleasant. 

We walk into the doctor’s office, hand in hand and take a seat in the waiting room. We sit down and she leans her head on my shoulder, “I think I know what’s up.” She whispers, a small smile appearing on her face.

I nod, “yeah, me too, Ev.” I whisper back, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my shoulder, she sighs and I do too, “but guess what?” I whisper, grinning down at her.

She looks up at me, her big brown eyes shine with curiosity and she smiles, “yeah?” Her voice is soft and worrisome. 

I smirk, “if you’re pregnant, we’re gonna be great parents.” I whisper, kissing her forehead. She smiles, sighing happily as I let my lips linger on her forehead, breathing in her beautiful sent of vanilla. “You’re gonna be a great mum, Evy, you don’t have to worry.” I squeeze her hand just at the nurse calls us.

“Eva Horan?” He calls.

We look at each other and grin, the affect of being married still fresh and not quite known well yet. Calling her Mrs.Horan or Eva Horan, or even hearing it come from someone else's ears sounds like heaven because I never really thought we’d make it, I was always scared I wouldn’t be enough for her. 

I take her small hand in mine and wrap my fingers around her’s. We walk together to the tall blond woman waiting for us with a clip board. We follow her into the room, which only leads to another long hallway with a bunch of doors. She leads us to a door and opens in, standing there, waiting for us to walk into the room. I follow Eva in to the bright room and she sits in one chair and  sit in the other.

“Dr.O’Connor will be in in no time,” she smiles at us politely one last time before she closes the door behind her, leaving Eva and I to our own thoughts. 

I feel her slip her fingers into mine and she squeezes it one to reassure me. We remain in silence, just thinking of everything. 

The wedding went amazing, she looked stunning in every way, she gleamed. Her hair was perfect and she was just perfect. It was the most amazing day of my entire life. SO much love and care and beauty was dedicated to that day, and it will always be cherished. The honeymoon, though, is classified. Now, here we sit, six weeks later and Eva and I suspect that she’s pregnant. We hope she is, even as we are scared we hope and pray she is, due to the fact that we both want children with a burning desire. 

Our tour was held back for four months, because of problems Zayn and Harry have been having with management where they refuse to go, so it’s been postponed, letting Eva and I enjoy our time together. I do have to leave though, next week, and that’s the only thing Eva and I are truly worried about, if she is in fact, pregnant. Because, once I leave, I’m gone for six months and I don’t want to leave her alone while she is pregnant, I want to be here for her. Six months is two thirds of her pregnancy, in which I don’t wanna miss.