Our Love - Jiall (Mpreg)

Chapter Twelve

Justin's POV

Maura had texted me that Niall was at hers when I got at his house and I waited for him for an hour, but since he wasn't back by then, I left. After I arrived home, I lied down on my bed and turned on my phone to see I had six unread messages and five missed calls. I instantly regretted not turning on my phone on the way back.

From Nialler:

I need to to talk to you. Can you come over?

Where are you?

Please, Justin, it's important.

Fuck, I'm worried. Please, answer me.

If nothing bad has happened to you, I'll kill you myself for worrying me.

I swear to God, Justin. When you eventually decide to answer me I'll find you and rip your balls off with my own hands.

Shit. I quickly dialled his number and waited for him to pick up the phone.

"Oh! Hey, Justin! Did you actually remember that you have a phone?" He snapped.

"I'm so sorry, Ni. I was waiting for you at yours and Maura told me you were at hers so I left after a while and didn't think you would call. God, I missed your voice so much." I whispered the last part and I heard someone sniffling at the other end of the line.

"I was so worried. I thought you left again or even worse got in an accident." He mumbled crying, making my heart break.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm okay. Do you still want me to come over?"

"Yes, I have something important to tell you and you can stay the night if you want to."

"I'll be there in fifteen." We hang up and I ran upstairs to take a change of clothes.

...

I parked my car outside his house, turned off the engine and stopped moving to take a huge breath. I wanted to be calm and not to fight with him. Unbuckling my seatbelt I grabbed my things from the passenger seat, opened the door and walked quickly to Niall's doorstep.

"Hey." He sniffed when he opened the door, Drew on his hip playing with the collar of Niall's shirt. Niall's eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were flushed while his gray sweatpants and white T-shirt were wrinkled, like he had just woken up. Drew squealed and squirmed in his arms and he placed him down as our baby ran to hug my legs. After kissing his forehead and greeting him, he ran to the living room to play with his toys.

"Hey." I walked towards Niall and pulled him into my chest while he fisted my shirt in his hands crying.

"What happened, baby?" I pulled him into the house closing the door behind me and guided him on the couch where I sat and pulled him on my lap.

"I need to talk to you about something." He cried.

"About what?"

He took a huge breath, "I think I'm pregnant."