Kylie's P.O.V
"Hiya, love." A deep voice rumbles through the phone. My heart sinks. Niall.
"Oh, Um, hey..." I say awkwardly, shifting my weight to one side.
"Are you well?" Niall asks in a concerned voice.
"I'm fine." I say, even though I don't feel fine. Hot, angry, tears threaten to flow down my cheeks. I clench my fists.
"Oh, um well can I come over? We need to talk." Part of me wants to say no, to reject him just like he rejected me. But the other part of me, the real me, knows what I have to do. I nod, then realize he can't see me.
"Y-yes." I choke out, clearing my throat.
"Ok, be over in a few, ok?"
"Ok." I whisper.
"I love you." I say once I know Niall has already gone. I whipe my hands. across my face, clearing the few tears I allowed to pass. I walk to the bathroom. My feet feel cold against the cold tile. I make my way over to my vanity, pulling myself up onto the white marble counter. I can just see the outline of my face in the dimly lit room. My eyes are red and puffy. I place my head in my hands, and start to cry. I give a shaky sigh and run my fingers through my uncombed, tangled hair. My eyes flit to the clock in my bedroom. 8:30. I decide to take a quick shower before Niall arrives. I walk into my bedroom with padded feet, and stand on tiptoe to reach the towels on the top shelf. I hurry back to the bathroom and place the towel on the counter. Turning on the water, I place myself on the edge of my white sinker tub. After I few minutes, I climb into the water and sigh. The hot liquid feels good against my skin. Just as I'm turning off the water, the doorbell chimes. I wrap the soft mint green towl around my body and make my way downstairs. I throw the door open, expecting to see the delivery man, or maybe even Louis.
"I-I'm sorry." I mumble, my cheeks turning red. Niall eyes my body up and down. He settles on the part of my legs that the towl isn't covering. I tug on it anxiously, suddenly feeling naked.
"I've missed you." Niall says quietly, his eyes still on my legs. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him, pulling him close.
"I've missed you too." I say, grinning and burrying my head in the crook of his neck. He takes my hand and leads me to the living room, where we plop down onto a couch. Niall caresses the side of my face lovingly, and kisses my temple. This is how it should be. This is how it was before.... everything. I stand up, untangling my hands from his. He looks up at me curiously, his blue eyes sparkling.
Niall grabs my tiny wrist, pulling me back down onto the soft couch.
"Don't leave me..." He breathes into my neck. I kiss his cheek. He grabs my face, and, pulling me close to him, envolopes me into a slow, passionate kiss. He runs his fingers under the frayed edge of the towl, startling me.
"Niall, what the hell are you doing?" I ask, biting my lip and raising one of my perfectly trimmed brows.
"Nothing I haven't seen before." He smirks.
"I'm going to go change." I mumble, pulling my suddenly smaller towl closer to my body.
"I'll be here." He smiles, patting the couch next to him. I hurry up the creaky stairs and throw the door to my room open. I open my dresser drawers and pull out a pair of red pair pajama pants and a loose fitting tank top. I throw a pair of soft brown slippers and hurry down the stairs, anxious to get back to Niall. Once I reach the living room, I flop back onto the couch beside Niall. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes.
"I've been thinking...." He starts, fiddling with his thumbs.
"Niall, no." I shake my head violently, choking back the tears. I reach out to whipe the tears off his cheeks, but he swats me away.
"Stop."
"Niall..." I say. "You don't want our daughter to grow up with a broken family, do you?" He shakes his head.
"No, no I don't. When you first told me you were pregnant, I promised I would be here for you and the baby." He cups my face in his hands. "And I'm not one to break my promises." He kisses my neck, then my stomach sweetly.
-----Niall's P.O.V.-----
A soft snoring sound fills the dimly lit room. A small sliver of silver moonlight peeks from behind the tied tight drapes. I roll over on my side and admire Kylie's goregousness. I sling an arm around her shoulder protectively, and pull her close to me. I place my mouth to her tanned, toned stomach.
"Hi baby. It's daddy." I whisper, and smile. It's hard to believe that there's a baby growing inside. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kylie whispers, her goregous emerald eyes fluttering open.
"Go back to bed, babe." I say, rubbing her back. "It's early." She shakes her head.
"I don't feel so good..." she mumbles, her eyes widening. She places a hand over her mouth and bolts to the bathroom. I'm quick on her heels, holding her hair and rubbing her back as she pukes into the toilet.
"What can I do to help?" I ask worriedly. I wrap an arm around her waist to steady her. "Is this normal?" She nods.
"Yeah. Morning sickness happens for the first four months of pregnancy." She says, walking over to the sink to brush her teeth.
"Then let me take care of you." I smirk, then pick her up bridal style, much to her protest. I place her frail body gently on the couch, and cover her with a blanket.
"Stop acting like you're going to break me." She says, laughing weakly. I bend down and connect my lips with her soft pink ones in a light kiss. I yawn, and walk into the kitchen. I lazily throw open random cabinets, not knowing where anything is.
"What do you want, sweetie?" I call, my yell echoing throughout the bare kitchen.
"Poptarts." She says sleepily. After searching through the whole kitchen and not finding any poptarts, I tiptoe back into the living room. I take Kylie's hand.
"We don't have any poptarts, babe." I say, looking into her eyes.
"Well, what the hell are you doing? " She asks, her eyes burning a hole into my soul. "Go get me some!"
"But.." I start.
"Niall, do you want me and this baby to starve?" She asks angerily.
"No." I say, walking back into the kitchen and grabbing my keys.
"Kylie, I'm back!" I call, plastic bags hanging off my arms. Kylie walks into the kitchen lazily and kisses my cheek.
"Thanks Niall." She says sweetly. "Sorry for causing you so much trouble." I smile.
"Anything for you, hun." She grins cheekily. Kylie eats the poptarts hungerily before running to the bathroom and vomiting once again. I pick her up and sling her over my shoulder gently. "Kylie? Honey, are you ok?" Mrs. Jones runs down the stairs, looking worried.
"Kylie, look who it is." I say gently, setting her down on her own two feet.
"Who?" She asks weakly, and starts to fall over. I wrap an arm around her shoulder, propping her up against my tall, muscular body.
"Niall, what's wrong?" Kylie's mum asks, running her fingers through her short brown hair anxiously.
"You mean she didn't tell you?" I ask.
"Tell me what?" She asks, confused.
"Mom," Kylie starts,"I'm pregnant." Her mouth drops in shock.
"What?" I ask, picking Ky up once again.
"N-nothing..." She says, walking back upstairs. "I'm going to call Violet."
