Losing It {Larry & Niam} *MPREG* *ON HOLD*

Chaper Twelve

|A FEW MONTHS LATER|

*Liam's POV*

"Hush now, quiet now. It's time to lay your sleepy head. Hush now, quiet now. It's time to go to bed."

I cracked my eyes open and saw Niall sitting up in bed next to me, lightly rocking side to side. I smiled slightly at the realization of what was happening.

He was singing a lullaby.

"You have to go to sleep now, okay? Daddy needs to rest." he whispered.

"Ni?" I said, sitting up.

"Oh, did I wake you?" I nodded. "Sorry." he mumbled.

"What were you doing?" I asked.

"Well..." he bit his lip. "The baby was kicking me, so I was trying to make it go to sleep."

My eyes widened and I smiled.

"The baby's kicking?"

He smiled a bit and nodded, then flinched.

"Damn, I was hoping it would stop." he muttered.

I slowly moved closer to him and gently placed my hand on his bare stomach. I waited for a moment, not feeling any movement. Just as I was about to move my hand away, I felt a light kick. I smiled and looked up at Niall, tears filling my eyes.

"I felt it." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I moved in closer to him, our faces just inches away.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." he leaned in, placing his lips on mine.

I moved my hand- the one that wasn't on his stomach -up to cup his face, kissing him softly. It wasn't heated or rushed. It was a soft and slow kiss. Our lips moved gently against each others', and it only lasted a few moments. I pulled away and rested my forehead against Niall's. Everything seemed perfect at that moment.

And I was not prepared for what happened next.

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*Olette's POV* (What?!)

"Oli, hurry up and get dressed! We need to leave soon!" Daddy yelled from downstairs.

I sighed and turned off my telly, pulling my shoes on. I had been dressed for ten minutes already, I just didn't want to leave yet. I hopped off of my bed and looked in the mirror. I was wearing a white and black striped tank top, with a jean jacket over it, a pink lacey skirt, and white leggings on under it. I looked down at my untied black high-top Converse and shrugged.

I don't know how to tie my shoes.

I giggled and ran out of my room and down the stairs, nearly knocking into Harry.

"Woah, slow down." he said, chuckling.

"Olette Maria Calder, hurry up. You're going to be late." Daddy said from the kitchen.

I groaned and grabbed my backpack, walking into the kitchen.

"I heard you the first three times, calm down." I muttered.

Daddy scowled and Harry looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"I am not in the mood, Oli." Daddy said.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"She gets her sass from you, Lou. She's like your mini-me."

Daddy shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.