Niam Oneshots

Mother's Day

Sorry it's kind of late, but I've written a little Mother's Day oneshot. It's mpreg, because who doesn't love those and involves very little actual mothers, but semantics. It's set on Mother's Day, at least. Happy belated Mother's Day, anyway.

"Happy Mother's Day, Ni." Was the first thing I head on Sunday morning after waking up because of back pains and too much light. Back pain this early in the morning should not be OK. Or light for that matter.

"What are you saying that to me for? I'm no mother." I mumbled, throwing the duvet over my head in an effort to block out the sunlight. It didn't work, but mostly because Liam almost immediately pulled the duvet away from my face and grinned when I glared at him.

"Happy Daddy Number One's Day, then." Liam amended, laughing when I picked up his pillow from beside me and hit him with it. He clearly didn't understand that I was not ready to be awake yet.

"Better, but why am I Daddy Number One?" I questioned, finally coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to be getting back to sleep any time soon. Not when Liam was such an early riser and constantly in need of someone to keep him company.

"Because you're the one who's been carrying our little girl around for the last nine months." He reasoned, laying a hand on my overly swollen stomach. Amazingly, I was able to get pregnant, which we learned the hard way only two months after we got married.

"Nine months and two days." I reminded, also laying a hand out on my stomach. We'd decided we would know the gender before the birth so we could be prepared and have been happily awaiting the arrival of a baby girl for quite some time.

"Right. Can't forget those extra two days." Liam laughed, somewhat sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes at me. Áine, which is what we decided to call her, had been due two days ago, but she apparently didn't agree with that assessment of her arrival time, so we've been wondering when she'll decide the time is right ever since.

"They're the most important of the days, really." I played along, grinning when Liam rolled his eyes again.

"Oh, of course." He laughed, before he seemed to remember something. "Mum's coming to visit later, because there is no way I'm leaving you alone and I don't think a long car ride is what you need right now."

"A long car ride is the exact opposite of what I need right now." I groaned, sitting up slowly and leaning into my little pile of pillows. As you can imagine, I'd been spending a lot more time in bed than I used to and so have set up a little nest for myself.

"Hmm. You feeling OK?" Liam worried, rubbing light circles into my shoulder and watching my face like he expected that I'd break like glass at any minute. He could be such a worrier sometimes, and that fact became extremely evident when we found out about the baby.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." I assured, looking around the room until I remembered we took the clock out of here because it ticked really loud and I got pissed off with it one night when I couldn't sleep. "What time is it?"

"Just after ten. I figured you'd want some food, which is why I came up here in the first place." Liam replied, making me nod my head quickly. I was definitely in the mood for some food and as long as it was edible, I was not going to be fussy. "Good, because I already made breakfast. You up for getting out of bed or should I bring it up here? We could have a little picnic."

"Na, it's fine; just help me up, would you?" I sighed, scooting over so I could swing my legs out from under the covers, then sticking my hand out for Liam to take so he could help me up, something he'd been doing a lot of in these later stages of my pregnancy.

After pulling me up, Liam planted a light kiss on my lips, before he led me downstairs, never dropping my hand as he did. Over breakfast, we talked about absolute nonsense before curling up on the settee together so we could watch a movie. It wasn't until just after Liam's mother arrived that I went into labour.

Ironically enough, Áine, who didn't technically have a mother, was born later that day, on Mother's Day, something that the rest of the lads found absolutely hilarious. That is until they got to see the very fresh scar from the cesarean I had to get after there were some slight complications. Namely, Áine would have been born in the breech position (A/N: bottom first, instead of head), which wouldn't have been pleasant for either of us.