Niall Horan Child Preferences Book 2

#60 Your baby is premature

Your POV

I was currently 5 and a half months pregnant with Niall and I'd first child together, which is a girl. We are both very excited and and have already set up her nursery and chosen a name.

Niall's POV

I was performing on stage with the boys and y/n was in the front row with my mum , dad and Eleanor since this was our first concert at Wembley stadium.

"So we have 3 songs left , thank you all for coming out here to see us, it means a lot to us! We love you! This is story of my life!" Harry said into the microphone.

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holding on too tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night
To keep her warm
And time is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

"Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change" I was halfway through my solo when I saw y/n pass out. I immediately stopped singing and jumped down off the stage to where she was sat.

My mum, dad and Eleanor were helping her. My dad picked her up bridal style passing her over the barricade to me. I ran backstage carrying her. The boys carried on singing and my mum, dad and Eleanor followed me.

I payed her down on the sofa backstage as my mum, dad and Eleanor burst into the room.

"We need to take her to hospital, what if they're something wrong with the baby?" I panicked. "Niall, I assure you y/n and the baby's fine hit let's take her to hospital" my dad said and I nodded.
"I'll come with the boys later" Eleanor said.

*****

I was sat on the room with y/n , my mum and my dad.
"Do you think they'll be okay?" I asked worrying. "There's nothing to worry about, the doctors will do what they can and they will both be fine" my dad said.
Suddenly quite a few doctors started to come in.
This really made me panic as they began to wheel her out.

"W..what are you doing? What's wrong with her? Is my baby okay!?" I asked frantically, tears coming to my eyes.

"We need to perform an emergency
c-section on her because her blood sugars are too low and it will take time to build them back up so the baby could be in danger if we don't perform a c-section" A nurse explained to me.
"She's only 5 and a half months pregnant! It's too early!" I said , the tears staring to escape my eye.
"Mr Horan, there's nothing to worry about, your wife will be fine and the baby will most likely be fine" She said.
"W..what do you mean most likely?"  I asked stuttering.
"When baby's are born between 5 and 6 months into the pregnancy the survival rate is 60%" she said and was about to leave.
"Am I allowed in the room while they do the c-section?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Only doctors but once the procedure is over we will bring your wife back and the baby will be brought back in the incubator if it's okay" she explained leaving.

I sat back down in between my parents, crying.
I felt them both rub my back comfortingly.
"I don't want to lose her" I whispered talking about my daughter that has a 60% survival rate, I knew y/n would be fine.

"Don't think like that Niall" my mum said.
"I'm sure she'll be fine" My dad said pulling me into a hug. "B..but its too early.. and w..what if she's part of that 40%" I cried.

*****

I was leaned against my dad, my eyes were red and puffy from crying.

The doctors wheeled a sleeping y/n into the room. I peeked up expecting an incubator to be brought in but I wasn't.

"Where's my baby? Is she okay? Where is she?" I asked nervously and panicked.

"Not exactly Mr Horan" The doctor said. Me, my dad and mum looked at him confused.
"What do you mean not exactly? She'll be okay? Won't she?" I asked worrying even more , I could feel the tears in my eyes.
"Her lungs aren't developed properly so she will have to have breath in tubes and she will probably be in hospital for a few months, we haven't discovered anything else wrong so your daughter should be fine and she will be brought in here soon" he explained. I sighed in relief.
"How long will it be before I can hold her?" I asked.
"A month at the least" he said.
I looked down sadly and nodded.

The doctors wheeled our baby into the room and then left. My mum, dad and I surrounded the incubator .
"She's so small" I whispered taking in her features. She looked like me.
"I told you she'd be fine" my dad said smiling slightly.

I went to put my hand in the incubator but pulled away . "Niall? Why aren't you putting your hand in the incubator?" My mum asked as she saw me pull my hand away.
"I'm scared, I don't want to hurt her or anything or accidentally move one of the wires" I admitted.
"Don't be scared son" My dad said.

I hesitantly put my hand through the hole in the incubator. I stroked her face with my finger as I looked at her. I moved my hand down to her tiny one and she wrapped her hand around my index finger.

A few tears escaped my eyes.
"Why are you crying? It's a happy time! You've just become a dad to a beautiful baby girl!" My mum said and I smiled chuckling. "I am happy, very happy but I just don't like seeing her with all these wires attached to her" I told them and they nodded understandingly.
"How long do you have to wait until you can hold her?" My dad asked.
"They said a month at least" I said sadly