"So I was thinking..." I rolled onto my side to face Niall as he pulled me in closer.
"You think too much." He mumbled as he rested his face against my neck.
"Shush, I was thinking...maybe we should wait to tell your other friends."
"Why? We told everybody else...except your grandparents and your aunt."
"I just have this bad vibe. I think we should just wait a little bit longer and then we can tell them after the first trimester."
"What 'bad vibe'? I know you don't know these people, but I trust them. They're good people."
"Yeah...but maybe you're a little too trusting..."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, you like to see the good in everything, which I love, but you might not always trust the right people."
"You don't know them. Maybe you should get to know them before you judge them."
"I'm not trying to judge them. I'm just saying, this baby is just as much mine as it is yours and I have a bad feeling about telling them tomorrow."
"Can we talk about it later? I'm tired."
I rolled over facing away from me and closed his eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him, but I had a gut feeling tomorrow wasn't going to go as well as yesterday.
***
When Niall came down stairs in the morning he was wearing the shirt I got him for Father's Day, which would have been sweet, except this was probably his way of saying, 'We're telling my friends, deal with it."
I could tell he was upset when all I got was a 'morning' and not my usual greeting of kisses and telling me and the bubble look wonderful today.
After him barely speaking to me for half the day, I knew I had to fix this, cause whether we told them or not I didn't want his friends to meet me while we were fighting.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head in between his shoulder blades.
"I'm sorry about last night...We can tell them."
"Are you sure?"
No.
"Of course. If you trust them, they can't be too bad,right?"
He turned around in my arms and scooped me up setting me on the counter.
"You know I would never do anything that would put you or the baby in any situation that would end badly...I'm excited, I want to tell my friends."
"I get it, we can tell them."
"I love you. You and the bubble look beautiful today."
I grinned as I nudged his nose with mine, "You say that every morning...even when I actually look like crap."
"Well, its true. You're beautiful and I love you and today is going to be great."
"I love you too." I pecked him on the lips then hopped off the counter, "I have to go get ready...will you change and pick up the pizzas?"
"Why do I have to change?"
"Cause its bad enough people are going to hate me for having your child, I don't want them to kill me for thinking we're married too."
"Fine."
***
I was trying to fight the bad feeling that was in the pit of my stomach, while I tried to get ready to meet everyone.
