Niall Horan Imagines

A New Life (Part 7)

Niall's POV

"NIALL. WAKE UP," I hear (y/n) whisper scream. Panic apparent in her voice. I immediately sit up to face her. "Is everything okay?" I begin to worry. I look down to see a large wet spot covering the bed. "Did you wet the bed?" I giggle at her, but she doesn't find it funny. "No Ni. I am going into labor," she says, tears now filling her eyes. "It's okay. The doctor said it is best to stay at home where you are comfortable until your contractions are two minutes apart." I said wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm s-scared Niall," she sobs as I hold her tight. "It is all going to be okay. We get to meet our sweet little Isaac soon. That is exciting." My words seem to calm her and she nods. She is so strong. I help her change into dry clothes and change the bed sheets so she can rest comfortably.  Her contractions slowly get closer together and I do my best to help her work through them. "Ni. I'm so tired," she said, sweat covering her forehead. "I know,  babe. We should probably head to the birth center now.  How about you sleep on the way? I'll call every one to update them on what is going on." She agrees and we gather everything in the car. She does her best to rest while I call everyone. We pull up to the center and I grab a wheel chair to help her inside. The get her to a room and help her to settle. They say she is already nine centimeters dilated and her contractions are a minute apart so it won't be much longer. I wish I could take her place. She looks so weak and frail. Her body is exhausted from all the work and the worst  part hasn't even started. I kiss her forehead as she does some breathing exercises to calm herself. Another set of contractions start. "Niall James Horan. I think it's time," she mumbles through gritted teeth. Mom had warned me. She said that (y/n) would probably get very angry and blame me for all of her pain. "Nurse," I yell. A nurse rushes to her side. She begins to check several things before she says it is time. A group of nurses and a doctor come in to assist. "Okay (y/n) this is the biggest part. We need you to bare down on our que," the doctor instructs her. I rush to her side. Theu instruct me to hold one of her knees to assist when she needs help. They also tell me that this is the hardest part. My poor princess looks pitiful. I can see that she is ready for this to be over. The doctor ques for her to push once. The top of the head is visible when they instruct her to push again. She screams. The pain more profound. With one more push,  Isaac makes his first appearance in the world. He is most handsome thing I have ever seen. I cut the umbilical cord and they hand me my son. "You did a great job, princess. Hi Isaac. I'm your daddy." The child in my arms screams but quickly settles when his mom begins to speak. I hand her Isaac. "Hi buddy." She coos to soothe our child. Her beautiful eyes meet mine. "No Ni. We did a great job." We are both shedding tears now. Isaac squirms in dismay. He doesn't like the silence.  (Y/n) pulls him closer to keep him warm. "I think he wants you to sing to him." I begin to sing You are My Sunshine and he settles down. "He is already a daddy's boy," (y/n) giggles. After about an hour. Nurses come to take Isaac to be cleaned and examined. I brush and braid (y/n)'s hair. She is asleep by the time I finish. All her hard work has finally paid off. My parents and her parents come to visit but they don't wake her because they know she needs rest. They bring Isaac back after a while to be fed. (Y/n) stirs in her sleep but quickly wakes. She feds Isaac and composes herself for visitors. First our parents come to meet their grandson. Isaac falls asleep and the nurses take him away. (Y/n) is asleep again when the boys come to visit. I take them to see Isaacloo through the window. They all congratulate me and promise to stop by when we get home. When I arrive back to the room, (y/n) is awake. She eats and showers before she rests some more. After a while, it is time for Isaac to eat again. He is a Horan after all. He quickly suckles the milk. (Y/n) watches him and marvels at the sight. "Niall," she whispers so she doesn't startle Isaac, "he had your eyes." Once he finishes eating,  she hands the small child to me. And he does have my eyes. "He is just so beautiful." I snuggle next to (y/n). We are a family now. Our family is together as it should be.