If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Epilogue- Micha Nate

Epilogue

Micha Nate Horan

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~*~*9 Months Later*~*~

~*Eva’s P.O.V.*~

I look down at my belly, smiling as I walk on my treadmill, the doctor says that to move the labor on, and try to get him to come out, I have to move, so I’ve been walking on the treadmill as often as I can. Well lets just say, I have gained muscle, and lost extra weight that wasn’t the baby, and it’s nice to know I will already have an active routine once my baby is here.

He is so cute though, in the ultrasounds, he has a cute little face and cute little arms and legs, and I’m so excited to get to hold him, but I’m super nervous because  Niall is in Australia at the moment, and I’m here in London, and the baby has been over nine months in there, which means I’ll be delivering any day now. 

I sigh, turning the music up on my iPod as I continue walking, Niall’s soothing voice filling my ears. I have all their songs downloaded because now a days, they are the only things making me sleep besides my body pillow, but it’s nothing like having the real, breathing person you love sleeping next to you or having him sing you to sleep. He’s busy usually now at night, but we talk as much as possible on the phone. 

Suddenly, pain runs through my spine and I squeal, leaning over my treadmill, I push the stop button and breath in and, out, wondering where this sudden pain as come from and I slowly, sit myself down, holding my stomach. Realization hits me and I start screaming for Eleanor who has been bunking with me sense I hit the nine month mark, “El! Eleanor!” I yell, laying down, breathing quickly as I try to handle the pain a bit better, I look up and Eleanor comes running in the room.

“Oh my god, is the baby coming, is he coming!?”

“Are you dense?!” I yell back, “yes! Of Course he is!” I lay back, looking up at the ceiling, “call Niall!” I yell, looking up at her to see she’s already on the phone, running around, grabbing my bag with the phone pressed to her ear. 

“Here,” she throws the bag over her shoulders and leans down to help me up, she heaves and eventually we get me back up to a standing point, I hold onto my stomach, willing the little guy to just calm down for a bit. I grab my long, knitted cardigan and walk to the door, well more like wobble, with Eleanor talking to someone on the phone in the background.

I just hope Niall gets here quick. 

~*Niall”s P.O.V.*~

I walk over to Liam and Louis, a sandwich in my hand and sit down next to them in our hotel room. “So-” I am cut off when my phone starts ringing, seeing that it’s Eleanor, I grow worried and quickly answer the phone, “Eleanor?”

“The baby is coming, Niall, he’s coming. Get over here now.” And with that, the line goes dead. My heart starts racing and I stand up quickly.

“Guys, I need to go,” I mumble, running to the door as panic runs through me, “my baby’s having a baby!” I grin, running out the door and down the hallway with the guys voices and sounds of feet behind me. I run down the halls to the elevator, as soon as I step in I take my phone and quickly schedule  a flight to London leaving in a half an hour and thank god I’m only fifteen minuets from the airport.  The plane ride is only three hours, but that’s still too long with my Eva in labor with my son. The elevator dings and I run out, running through the lobby and out the door. I frown as I see no taxis in sight, I look all over the place until I spot the bright yellow coming towards me, I jump up and down, trying to hale the cab. Luckily, it comes right for my, parking next to me, just as the guys come running out beside me. I run around and get in the passenger seat and the rest of the guys pile in the back while Louis sprawls out on their laps.