*Seven months after*
Niall had sat motionless and emotionless on the bathroom floor once he found out, leaving a very worried Zayn to scramble about the house yelling out his name in search of him.
He almost ran right past the bathroom door, grabbing onto the doorframe just before he did - panting heavily. "Niall, thank God."
Niall however, wasn't so pleased to see him - looking nothing short of infuriated at the sight of the very man who impregnated him for the second time. He stood up and brushed past his fiance, storming into their shared bedroom and tearing through the drawers of everything in sight.
"Niall?" Zayn furrowed his brow, confused. Niall was wrecklessly grabbing things out of the sock drawer, making an 'aha' sound and pulling out something Zayn couldn't make out. He narrowed his eyes, taking a few steps closer. "You were poking holes in the condoms, you prick!"
Zayn stopped in his tracks, sucking on his teeth, unamused. He folded his arms across his chest and scoffed. "That's a sock, Niall. And no I haven't. Why would I do that?"
"You wanted this to happen to me didn't you!? To suffer through it all over again so you could sit back and watch."
"Wanted what?" Zayn asked abruptly. There was a long pause before anyone spoke again, Niall placed a hand on his slightly raised stomach. Zayn's dark brown eyes somehow turned a shade darker, probably out of fear or just plain astonishment. "Again..?"
Niall took a few deep breaths then exhaled as calmly as he could, his arm dropping back down to his side and he slammed the drawer shut, walking back across the hall into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Uh oh.
*Seven months earlier*
"Where should this go?"
Niall tilted his head up from the pile of baby clothes he was folding, shrugging his shoulders then going back to folding. "It's all going, so it really doesn't matter where you donate it to. It's not like we'll need it."
Zayn held the box of baby toys up to where he could see evenly, observing the many coloured contraptions that could probably keep any infant amused for hours on end. He remembered how that was all Niall wanted to buy when they went out shopping, and now all he wants is to give it away. "You could pawn it." Zayn raised his eyebrows and looked back up to where his fiance was, nodding to himself as he carried the box out of the room.
He did as suggested, but couldn't bare to lose any of the things he had personally bought or had been made for or given to him by his family members. So he kept a box at the very back of the closet, full of things just in case things took a turn for the better.
Which they did, but he just didn't know it yet.
Niall sighed as he walked into the bedroom, acknowledging zayn in the closet quickly before climbing into bed and just laying there. "Rejecting is such a weird word." He commented softly, blinking slowly and watching as Zayn turned off the light and walked over to him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. "It was chemical."
