Still the One- A One Direction Love Story.

Epilogue

5 years later

I kept my promises to Niall. He kept his to me.

We got married after we had Penelope, or Nellie for short.
About a year later, we had Benjamin, or Benji. It seemed that if I wasn't pregnant, Niall was trying to get me pregnant. Must be because he's Irish or something. After we had the four, I was sure I wasn't going to have any more kids. Turns out, I got pregnant with twins. Again.

We named the Lincoln and Aurora, or Link and Rory.

"Nellie! Clean it up!" I say, pointing at the small puddle on the ground. She spilled her chocolate milk on the floor, and she's giving me doe eyes I won't fall for.

"But mummy," she says. Her eyes start to water, but I refuse to fall for it once more.

"No Penelope, I want you to clean it up. Now," I demand, putting my hands on my extremely large stomach. Guess who's pregnant with number seven?

"Mummy, mummy!" I hear my younger son shout.

"What's wrong, Link?" I say, walking towards my little boy.

"Charlie won't let me play with her!" the three year old shouts, stomping his foot.

"Tell Charlie to come here, please," I say. He nods as I kiss him on the cheek. He runs off, and I turn my attention back to Nellie.

I can hear the front door close, and the patters of the feet of Ellie, Benji, and Rory from across the hallway. Niall comes walking into the dining room, before running and picking up our six year old daughter.

She squeals in delight as Niall peppers kisses all over her face and neck.

"Daddy stop it!" She giggles.

"Niall," I sigh. She was just about to clean up her mess!

I sit down, my back starting to hurt.

"Hey, love. How's our lil pumpkin doing?" he asks me, pecking my lips before kissing my stomach.

"I'm exhausted, Niall," I state.

"I can't watch all of them at once," I say, and I start to cry. Damn these mood swings.

"Oh love, why didn't you say something earlier? We could get someone to help with them, like your dad or Liam or someone," he says, wiping my tears.

"I can't do this anymore," I say, crying further.

"It's too much!" I cry. "I could barely handle the two older girls by themselves, how can I handle seven kids?"

"Allie, we'll figure it out. We can hire a babysitter, I'll help out more; we can make it," he says, pulling me into his lap.

"You promise?" I ask.

"I promise," he says. I slide out of his lap, and put my feet on him instead.

"Will you run my feet, please baby? My feet are killing me, and if I'm happy, then the baby's happy. You know, endorphins and stuff," I say, nudging him with my feet.

"I don't think that's a real thing," he laughs, but he starts to run my feet anyways.

"Thanks babe, I love you", I coo at him.

"Love you too," he grumbles.

I lean over to him as much as I can, and peck him on the lips.

This is it.

This is true love.