Love Ain't Easy |Niall Horan|

Chapter 30

~River's POV~

I groaned softly, my jaw swollen because of the wisdom teeth surgery. I felt nauseous and lightheaded, but Niall told me that the lightheadedness was because of the sedative I was given.

I groaned softly and rolled over on my side. I felt Niall rub my side. He felt bad that I was sick, but I told him that it wasn't his fault.

He just nods and changes the gauze in my mouth, kissing my swollen cheeks and nuzzling me as he laid beside me.

~Time Skip~

Once my mouth healed, I got sick again. This time I had caught Niall's strep throat he had again and I was miserable.

Niall and I as well as the kids and both bands moved to Los Angeles to settle down and raise families, which seemed good because we had gotten a big mansion.

Yet, once again I was laying in bed with strep throat, given to me by my loving husband. I shake my head, my throat hurting badly.

I had tears in my eyes because of the pain and stress I felt. I couldn't help the boys warm up for their practices and I couldn't sing my kids to sleep.

"Hey, Sweetheart," I hear Niall say.

'FU,' I wrote on my whiteboard I had.

"Why so upset," he asks, sitting on the bed with me.

'You got me sick! Seriously Niall,' I wrote.

"I'm sorry," he says.

'You better be,' I write.

"You're surgery is tomorrow," he says, kissing my forehead.

'Nooooo,' I wrote and whined.

"Cmon, Princess, once you get your tonsils and adenoids out you can have all the ice cream you want," he promised me.

I nod gently, scared. I coughed and yelped, then whined again.

~Next Morning~

I sat in my hospital bed and waited to be taken back to the operating room. I was shaking and scared.

"I'll be in the recovery room when you wake up," Niall says, kissing my forehead.

~Time Skip~

I woke up, my eyes adjusting to the lights, then I began crying because my throat still hurt.

"Shh, Baby it's okay," Niall coos, placing an ice pack on my throat.

I began to panic, but Niall gently kissing my cheek calmed me down. I blinked gently, sleepy still.

"You can go home tomorrow," Niall says, "But for now I have for you a vanilla milkshake to help soothe your throat.".

I gently sip on it and get sleepier.

I hurt...