I Wish

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

"Open it! You're gonna love it!" Jess chanted.

"Should I be scared?" I asked.

Jess shook her head.

"Cos I really am." I laughed.

"Just shut up and open the gift already!"

"I'm growing a beard!" Emma laughed.

"Oh shush, I'm getting to it." I said.

I peeled back the beautiful green and yellow polka-dot wrapping paper to find a layer of pink and purple plaid wrapping paper. I peeled it off to find blue paper. At least ten more layers later, I found myself looking at a giant navy blue box.

"What the hell is this?" I laughed.

"Open it and find out!" My mum said.

I took the front off the box and there standing in front of me was Niall. I screamed and attacked him.

"Happy birthday babe." He said.

"Oh my God, Niall!" I started crying.

He looked at me and kissed me. We didn't care that everyone (including my mum) was watching. I let go of our kiss and turned around to see the room had cleared and Jess was closing the door, smiling.

"Thank you." I said.

She winked and shut the door.

"Let's finish that kiss." Niall said.

I smiled and led him to my bed. He layed on top of me and pressed his lips to mine. It started with an innocent kiss but then his lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth. Like a curious snake, it explored my mouth and my tongue got tangled with his. He examined every one of my teeth inside and out and I did the same to him. I counted thirty two teeth. He had four more teeth than me.

I didn't know how or why but his mouth always tasted delicious. If it wasn't a sort of citrus-like taste, it was hot cinnamon. I'd never told him I didn't like mint but somehow he knew. He never chewed mint gum around me and he never kissed me if he had just eaten a mint. It was one of the little things about him that drove me absolutely mad.

"Lock the door." He said.

"Why?"

"Because." He smiled.

Reading his mind, I smiled back and got up and did as I was told.

"Now come here." He held his arms out and I ran at him and jumped on him.

I put my hand on his chest and stratled him like a frog. I kissed every square inch of his face and he sang to me. He sang Wonderwall by Oasis, one of my favourite songs. He sang it beautifully. He lifted off my shirt and looked at my belly.

"Six weeks now?" He asked.

"Yea."

"I'm sorry for making you go through this."

"It's okay." I smiled.

"Still." He paused. "I don't want you to be made fun of."

"Babe, my whole life I've dealt with idiots making jokes about me. I'm used to it."

"It's different now."

"Knowing that your DNA is inside of me and that I will carry part of you for the next five months is worth the stares and giggles and crude jokes."

He smiled.

"I'll be okay." I kissed him.

I pulled his red t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I massaged his chest with my hands and he kissed our baby. He put his hand in my pajama bottoms that I had yet to take off from the morning and rolled on top of me.