~~~~~3 1/2 months later~~~~~
-----Kylie's P.O.V.-----
"Morning,Princess." Niall breathes sleepily. His breath feels hot against the nape of my neck.
"Morning." I whisper, yawning and attempting to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Tilting my face towards his own, Niall mumurs,
"I love waking up to this face everyday." Placing his hands on top of my swollen 8 1/2 month pregnant belly, he continues, "I love you so much and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Pulling my lips to his own, he caresses my rosy cheek and envelopes me into a sweet, gentle kiss.
"I love you to. So much." I state breathlessly, toying with the silver engagement ring on my finger, holding it up to the sun and twisting it this way and that and admiring the way it glints in the sunlight.
"Well, let's go get us some breakfast babe. We'll have to hurry though. We're going out with Lou and Vi today."Niall smirks, offering me his hand. I give a small smile in response and admire the way the eagerness in his dark blue eyes never seem to fade. Placing a hand on my stomach, I say a quick good morning to the children who have made my womb their own personal playground, and allow myself to be escorted out the door by Niall.
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After dining at our favorite breakfast restaurant, IHOP, Niall's sleek black 1963 ford finally pulls into the gravelly driveway of the place I have learned to call home. Plopping my purse down on the granite counter, and stopping slightly to masage my red, swollen ankles, I hurry up the stairs and clothe myself in the dark blue cloth of my maternity maxi dress. After much searching, I spot my pink makeup bag perched on top of the cabinet and quickly retrieve my foundation, eyeliner, and lipgloss, all which I use to make myself look fairly presentable.
"Right,ready to go then love?" Niall's sexy voice calls out from the bedroom, barely audible over the sound of the roaring tv.
"Niall, I can't go out like this! I look like a freaking truck." I groan.
"But you're the most beautiful truck I've ever seen." Niall grins, causing me to smack him in the arm playfully. "But really," He starts seriously, "You look stunning to me." Pulling me into his warm embrace, truck resembling abdomen and all, he links his arm through mine and carefully leads me down the stairs. Breathing in the smell of his cologne mixed with the minty smell of his aftershave, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And it occurs to me, then, that maybe I am.
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"You look well, love." Louis says politely, kissing my cheek sweetly.
"Tell that to my fiancée," I say, the words still foreign sounding rolling off my tounge. Eyeballing Niall as he pulls out a chair for me, I state, "He told me this morning I look like a truck!" Giggling slightly, Violet slaps her twin, causing him to shoot back in pain and send her a meancefull glare. Suddenly, I wince, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. I grab ahold of my stomach as my face twists in pain.
"Are you ok, love?" Violet asks, sounding alarmed. "You look as if you've seen a ghost!"
"I'm fine." I mumur, swallowing the bile that begins to rise in my throat as soon as the pain subsides.
"Are you sure Kylie?" Louis asks, concerned as Niall squeezes my hand tightly. "I mean, you're pretty far into this pregnancy... Maybe we should-"
"I said I'm fine!" I say, raising my voice. I ignore the tensing of my stomach as I feel another pain coming on.
"Are you sure babe?" Niall asks, his voice shaky. Rubbing my back, he continues, "Do you think we need to drive you to the hospital?"
"No." I tell them, more gently this time. "Guys, really, I'm fine!" I say in a convincing tone. "Now, can we just eat?" I say, hoping eating something will make the terrible pains go away.
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"Arghh..." I moan, clutching onto my stomach as Niall rubs my back. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he asks,
"Kylie, I think we need to go to the hospital. I know you want to hold out for as long as possible, but you've been dealing with these for a long time. I just want to make sure you're comfortable."
"Ni, I'm fine!" I snap, waddling over to the worn out brown sofa. Violet had gone over to Louis's to have dinner with the family, so it was just me and Niall in the house. "Ow." I mumur, settling myself among the lumpy cushions. I begin flipping through the tv channels, searching for something decent to watch. I close my eyes and focus on my
Breathing as another ripping pain sears through my body.
"Well, ok..." Niall says, scratching his head and glancing at me uncertainly. "If you're good, I guess I'll go start dinner." I send him away with a wave of my hand, my attention on the tv screen. After a half hour of cooking, Niall appears by my side with a piping hot plate of spaghetti.
"Thanks babe." I grunt, pushing my self upwards into a sitting position. Returning with a glass of water, Niall glances at the floor and looks back at me, alarmed. "Woah babe, did I spill some water when I came over here?" He asks a question he already knows the answer to. Just then, I feel a warm trickle of something slide down my leg.
"Niall," I say, cautiously, "Call Violet. I think my water just broke."
