The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

You've seemed different

 

For once, morning sickness didn't come along. Instead, it was fatigue. Extreme fatigue. I could barely walk from one end of the apartment to the other without becoming weak and needing to sit down.

I was currently standing at the kitchen sink, washing the breakfast dishes. The boys sat in the living room, having a Mario Kart battle like most mornings.

"ANNA! COME BE MY CHEERLEADER!" Louis shouts to me.

I shake my head no, annoyed with the fact he thought I would actually be in the mood for that. "Not now, Louis." I say to him, loud enough so that he could hear me.

"What did you say?!" He shouts back. At least it would have been loud enough if he weren't deaf.

I turn the water off from the faucet, and dry my hands off. Making my way into the living room slowly, I see everyone but Harry playing Mario Kart. "I said; Not now Louis." I repeated myself, and felt as if I were babysitting five over grown children.

Louis tossed the remotes he had in his hands at Harry, and came over to me. "But Anna, why? I'm always your cheerleader!" He exclaims, pouting sadly.

I scowled, and placed my hands on my stomach. "Maybe it's because I'm not feeling that well, Louis. Gosh, open your eyes and take a look around!" I shout at him, turn around to walk back to the sink.

I turned the water back on and began washing the dishes once again, a scowl still found on my face. Maybe I was being a bit harsh, but all they had done lately was come to Hunter and I's home, and play Mario Kart. Harry helped around the house here and there, as well as Liam sometimes, but for the most part they were a bit lazy.

Louis came from behind me, and rested his chin on my shoulder as I angrily scrubbed a plate. "Anna, I'm sorry. I forgot-"

I laugh. "-You forgot I was pregnant. Wow. Are you blind?" I turn around the look at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked confused, and waved his right hand in front of his own face. "Nope!" he said with a smile.

I rolled my eyes and took in a deep breath, turning back to the sink. "Just go back to your game, Louis. Leave me alone." I say to him in a little bit more then a whisper, scrubbing dishes once again.

"No Anna, I don't want you to be upset." Louis says to me in a sympathetic voice, poking my back annoyingly.

I turn around to face him, having a mug in my hands, and close my eyes. "Louis, go. Play. The. Game. With. The. Boys. And leave. Me. Alone." I say as nicely as possible, slightly close to losing it at this point.

"But Anna-"

"-Good Lord child, my name isn't Anna!" I shout at him, dropping the mug that I had in my hands.

It hit the floor and shattered into a hundred pieces next to my feet, and Louis and I screamed. The rest of the boys came running into the kitchen and dinning room area, Niall holding a baseball bat in his hands.

I look down at the mug I had broken, and saw it was Hunter's favorite. I sat down on the floor, and began crying as I held the shattered pieces in my hands.

"Siana, don't cut yourself. Stand up love." Louis grabbed onto my wrist gently, trying to pull me to my feet.

"No!" I cry, pealing his hand off of me. "Just, leave me alone." I sobbed, clutching the broken ceramic in my hands.

I felt a stinging pain in my palm, but I just ignored it, feeling horrible for breaking Hunter's favorite mug. It was the one we had made right after our honeymoon, and it had our picture on it. One of the ones we took in Spain.