Disastrous

Thirty

I couldn't help but laugh as Rory desperately tried to roll over onto his stomach. He was getting more restless everyday, figuring out how to properly use his back muscles and whole heartedly trying to keep his head up on his not-so-sturdy neck. I sat in yoga pants and a loose t-shirt, one that happened to be stained with paint. My legs were crossed and Rory was laying on one of his luxurious blankets in front of me, with the Irish flag imprinted on this one. Niall's mother Maura had kindly made it for us, and when she gave it to us I was so happy.

She was so kind and soft, much like my mother, and it was nice to have her around while they were in America.

Niall's parents had left two weeks after they arrived, but they made sure to send us their love when Rory turned one month old.

I had a lunch date today with my dad and my brother, both of them anxious to see Rory. We hadn't gotten together since the disaster of my son's christening, and I had tried to avoid my family at all costs after that.

They weren't like Arabella. With her I could answer her questions honestly and take any advice she was known to give me. With my parents, or my brother, I felt like the fight that happened at the church was too much and just too embarrassing for me to have to explain to them.

Rory screamed out an upset cry when he couldn't get himself onto his stomach once again. I pressed kisses to the side of his neck, getting him situated onto his stomach and rubbing his back softly. He was quite the handful but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Picking up my cellphone with my eyes locked on Rory as he fussed some more, I quickly dialled Niall and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hey love" His voice sung on the second ring. I smiled, lightly touching over Rory's soft hair on impulse.

"Hey Ni. Are you on lunch break?"

I heard noises in the background, one of the guys he worked with laughing loudly at something before Niall joined in.

"Sorry, yeah, we're on lunch. How are ya doin'?"

"I'm good." I sighed, grinning as Rory wrapped his entire fist around my thumb.

"And how's my boy?"

I couldn't help but increase my grin, beaming from ear to ear. I loved the way he talked about his son, it made my heart swell to see how much he loved this little human being that was ours. That we created.

"Fussy but good. Misses his daddy." I replied, my eyes shooting down when Rory let a whimper loose.

Putting my phone on speaker I set it down on the ground and told Niall to talk, laughing as he said hi to Rory before he started making baby noises. He was probably making a fool out of himself with the guys he worked with but it made me happy to see that he didn't care.

"I better get back to work." He said when I had the phone back to my ear and Rory curled up in my lap.

"Alright, home late again?" I asked, though I already knew what the answer would be.

"Yeah, sorry babe. I'll be off this schedule soon and home more, promise. I've gotta go though. Love you."

"I love you too."

He was gone faster than I wanted him to be, and I was once more left alone with just my baby. I didn't mind the silent moments I spent with him, I didn't mind the quiet when I'd have the TV on mute with Rory asleep on my chest. But I just missed being around other people.

I missed being at work, and I missed having the interaction of working with people and just doing day to day tasks. I missed hanging out with my friends, going places and having fun. I also missed Niall like crazy. I felt like a teenaged girl that fell in love for the first time, I just wanted to be around him but he had to work so often and such long hours that we barely even had a meal together anymore. It was just so tiring and stressful, and I felt like I was becoming more and more isolated; locked in my own little shell.