Disastrous

Thirty Five

PRESENT DAY

Shay's POV

I stepped slowly into the apartment after my encounter with Lucas, closing the door tenderly and turning the lock when I realized how silent it was. I stepped into the living room once my boots and coat were off, and when I stepped around to face the couch, a small twitched at my lips.

Niall was laying out flat on his back, his chest bare and legs spread wide with dark grey jogging pants on. A frown was creased above his brows as he slept, and Rory was perched peacefully on his chest asleep as well. I grinned watching them, bringing my hand up to my mouth to make sure I didn't make a sound. Niall's big hands stretched over the expanse of Rory's entire back as he held him in place.

Quickly taking out my phone, I snapped a picture and sighed as I stared at them some more. Walking out of the living room, I nearly tripped over a trash can Niall had sitting right beside the couch. That's right, he was hungover. I was glad to see it was empty though when I peeked inside.

"Shay?"

Shit.

"Sorry Niall. I didn't mean to wake you up." I whisper quietly, glancing down at Rory. He slowly sits up, cradling our baby in his arms and carefully sliding him further up his chest. I watch on silently, seeing Niall smile at his son when Rory stirs and sucks on his fist. He lightly pats his bum to make sure he's still asleep, slowly getting to his feet.

I begin unbuttoning my sweater as Niall sets Rory in his bassinet, hands working to tuck his blanket around him. Niall kisses the tips of his fingers and touches them to Rory's puffy cheek, the proud curl to his lips never subsiding.

When he looks up at me, and stands tall, I take a glimpse into his deep blue eyes and momentarily forget what I was going to say. God, he's so beautiful, and I love him so much, yet we are so damaged. I'll never give him up, no matter how many fights we go through and how many hurtful things he spits at me. He drives me insane and I can't stand that, but I wouldn't want anyone else.

"What?" Niall smirks softly, the bags under his eyes still lingering. My shoulders slump as I sigh, still just staring at him like some clownish fool. For whatever reason he has me utterly mesmerized right now. I want him.

Reaching my hand out, Niall raises his eyebrow but takes my hand. He warmly laces his fingers between mine, pulling me to meet him halfway. His lips collide with my forehead, arms scooping around my waist to pull me closer.

"Let's have sex." I blurt, tightening my hands on his hips. I lean back slightly so I can see his eyes, smiling as he chuckles.

"You're ill and I'm hungover." Niall protests idly, and I think it might just be the only time he's ever attempted to turn down sex.

I pout at him, poking out my bottom lip. He catches me off guard when he bends down and pecks my outstretched lip with his own gingerly.

"Come on."

Niall picks up Rory's monitor and leads me down the hallway, my hand in his. He quietly kicks the door closed behind us, touching his lips to the back of my neck. When his hands meet my shoulders I flinch, involuntarily moaning as he gently prods at the sore muscles.

"You need a massage." Niall declares against my neck, his breaths warm. Goosebumps rise on my skin as his arms circle around me, and take the hem of my tank top. He peels it over my head with ease, dropping it to the floor. I tilt my head back against his shoulder, the pony tail taken out of my hair next.

His hands tickle as they skim down my sides and over my hips. He pushes my yoga pants down and I eagerly kick them away.

A kiss is placed to the top of my spine before he backs away from me.