Fate Has Different Plans

Epilogue

(One Week Later)

Something was wrong. That much I knew when I woke up in the middle of the night, my body coated in a cold sweat and the undeniably feeling of having to pule coursing through me. I bolted from the bed, covering my mouth. My head felt like someone was slamming a sledgehammer against my temple as I dry heaved into the toilet. Of course, I hadn't eaten last night due to my stomach bothering me. None of the pills I had taken were even helping in the slightest. I just figured it was from the change in weather. Niall and I had spent the last week in Spain. While it was sunny and slightly humid here, England was dreary and always raining, or about too. At least that's what I kept telling myself every time my stomach lurched uncontrollably.

I climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers back over my shaking body. Next thing tomorrow morning, I was calling Danielle. I had yet to tell Niall about my pains. Honestly, he wouldn't enjoy himself if he learned I was hurting. He would think he was to blame, an annoying habit I had learned about over the years. I met my facade slide during dinner one night, when the pain was the worst. I could feel my face contort in pain, and Niall was immediately by my side. I shooed him away, claiming that it was probably what I ate. It wasn't a lie; my stomach wasn't liking almost anything I put in my mouth.

The next morning, I woke up much later than I planned on. Niall was already up, the smell of cooking flowing into our bedroom. The smell, which would normally appeal to me, made my stomach lurch yet again. I made the familiar dash to the bathroom, this time throwing up into the bowl. I tried to be quiet, but I heard footsteps, and soon Niall was inside, holding my hair back for me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tears pricking in my eyes.

"What's the matter Bells?" He asked me, concern written all over his face. He sat down next to me, rubbing my back soothing.

I shook my head. "I don't know. Probably something I ate last night."

"You didn't eat anything last night." He informed me.

I sighed loudly, running a hand through my tangled blond locks. Honestly, I was beyond perplexed as to why I had suddenly gotten sick. Niall got up, reaching his hand out to grab mine. I took it gratefully, standing up with some difficulty. My stomach still wasn't right, even after my moment.

"I'm going to call Danielle." I told Niall, heading back into the bedroom. I found my phone, quickly dialing her number. It rang a few times, before her cheerful hello came through the speaker.

"Dani, I need to ask you a question." I said, going outside to the banister that overlooked the ocean. Niall made to follow me, but I shook my head. I already had some idea of what was going on, and if I was correct, I wanted it to be a surprise for Niall.

"Shoot." She responded, the noise of a blended in the background.

"Well." I started, trying to find the words. "I think I might be pregnant."

Silence filled my ears, followed by a loud crash. I took my phone and pulled it out in front of me to see that the call was still going on. When I heard a noise, I pulled it back to my ear. Only to have my ear filled with screaming.

"Danielle!" I chided, leaning back against the railing, running another hand through my hair. "Calm down! I. said I might be. I haven't taken a test yet."

"Oh my God, you might be pregnant. Bella, this is fantastic! When are you planning on telling Niall?"

I sighed. "I'm going to take a test. My question to you was, what are the symptoms of morning sickness?"

She listed them for me, and I groaned loudly. Yup, I definitely had all of those.

"Okay, well, you'll know tonight if I am or not." I said, ignoring the worried stares I was getting from my husband.