"Niall..." You groaned, putting your chin in the palm of your hand. "C'mon, princess. It's one pint. Let loose!" Niall exclaimed.
"Niall, I can't." You sighed. You were three weeks pregnant with Niall's baby and you weren't about to take ANY chances.
"Princess, why not?" He whined, leaning back in his seat. "Are you pregnant or something?" He laughed, with a unserious expression.
His laughter quickly faltered once he saw your serious expression. "W-what? You're pregnant?!" Niall jumped up, nearly tripping a waiter in the process.
"When were you planning to tell me? Is it mine? How long have you known?!" He bombarded you with questions.
"Niall! I planned to tell you when we got home. Yes, it's yours, dummy. And I've known since yesterday." You explained. Niall ran his fingers through his hair while he paced around the small space.
"Preg-pregnant. Y/N's pregnant." You heard him mutter. "Baby. There's gonna be a baby. I'm gonna be a dad." Something in Niall's head clicks, until he starts jumping around, yelling.
"I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" He yelled. "So, about that pint..." You started. "Nope. No pints, no alcohol, no driving, nothing. Not under my watch." Niall stated, looking serious.
"Thank you." You agreed, happy to be with someone like Niall.
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