Chapter Forty-Five

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Guys this is the last chapter!! I'm so excited yet so sad! This is such a bittersweet moment. I've been writing and working on this story for about a year and a half and I've been through so much during this time but I was finally able to finish! I love you all so much and for the ones that have stuck around with this story, thank you so much. I'm barely getting reads on these last 20-30 chapters but that doesn't really matter to me. I write for fun and because I have a passion for it, and I love sharing my work with you all. Thank you so much for sticking around, and enjoy Xx




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I wake up to the sun peeking through the curtains. I roll over and see Niall sleeping peacefully next to me with his mouth parted. I watch him as he breathes quietly in through his nose and out through his mouth. I lift my hand and run my fingers over his face, tracing every feature. He grumbles before turning over towards me. I pull my hand away, wanting him to sleep as much as he can.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, his voice raspy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He opens his eyes and smiles once his eyes meet mine.

"You're so beautiful. I love you so much." I giggle and nod.

"I love you too."

"No, like I'm love with you. I am so in love with you, I could marry you."

"You did," I remind him.

"I know, but I could marry you again and again and again, I love you so much. I love waking up to your beautiful face and messy hair every morning. I love cooking and showering with you and making love to you. I love raising our girls together. I love everything about our relationship. Even when we argue, especially when we argue, because your cheeks get all red and you get all flustered and it's the cutest thing in the world," he tells me and I laugh.

"You're too good to me," I tell him and he shakes his head.

"Only giving you what you deserve." I nod and lean forward, pecking his lips.

"Since you love cooking with me so much, do you wanna make breakfast with me?" He nods and kisses me once more before pulling the blanket off of us. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, cracking my neck and back.

We quietly make our way down the stairs to let the girls sleep as long as they can. We enter the kitchen and both grab ingredients for waffles as I pull the bacon out of the fridge.

Nialls lays the strips of pink meet on the pan as I begin mixing the waffle mix. As soon as I crack the egg on the side of the bowl, I hear Addy crying from upstairs.

"I'll go get her, Niall says after he finishes placing all the bacon down. He exits the kitchen and I hear him run up the stairs. I crack another egg and curse, feeling excess egg run down my leg. It isn't until I look in the bowl to see the egg completely in tack and the front of my grey sweats completely soaked.

"Oh my god," I whisper coming to the realization my water just broke.

Niall walks into the kitchen with Addy in his arms and Emily holding his free hand.

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