Love Thy Neighbour *editing*

"Evie and Niall are being gross!"

"And then you tape it up like this," Mattie explained, fastening the sticky tabs with a flourish. Niall and I just looked at her, gobsmacked. How did she remember all of the steps? So far, I had gotten lost at the number of creams we were being told to use. Niall was wearing an equally confused expression, his eyebrows raised.

"And how do you stop it from wriggling," he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Because I've heard that these things move as well as poop."

Mattie shook her head in a suffering manner and looked at him like he was an idiot. Then, she gripped the dolly's ankles and lifted them up. Only, because it was just a pretend baby, and not a real one, she lifted the whole thing up, brandishing it in the air by its feet. I looked at her, my mouth open slightly. I was no expert, but I was guessing that it wasn't in the mothering manuals as a preferred method of holding your child. Niall was sniggering next to me, absolutely creasing up.

I elbowed him; this had been his idea in the first place; there was no way that he was going to sit there and take the piss. In response, he put his arm around me and buried his face into my cheek. Mattie squealed, hiding behind her dolly.

"That's yuck," she exclaimed. Niall grinned at her and then at me, before planting a kiss on my lips, making the noises apparent and rubbing his sister's face in it. Somehow, he managed to end up on top of me, his arms supporting him away from my stomach. He looked around and saw that Mattie had left the room, screaming at the top of her voice that, "Niall and Evie are being gross!"

He looked back down at me, putting his lips to my nose. I smiled as he got off of me, pulling me up with him. It seemed that Mattie had given up trying to show us how to change a nappy properly, which meant that we were just going to have to learn as we went along. Knowing my luck, this kid would probably be the master of getting out of his nappy and I would be constantly changing it. It was like going to an exam and finding out that everything you hadn't revised, had been put in together.

"So what now?" he asked, stretching out over the bed. "Unless of course you want to continue this lesson?" I shook my head, groaning. No more baby talk, please.

I lay next to him, placing my head on his chest. He responded by curving his arm around me, his hand across my stomach. There was no denying that I was pregnant anymore; Sian had made sure of that. Everyone who hadn't already known, had been treated to a verbal bashing from her when someone walked into me. She had literally screamed something along the lines of, "You can't just knock over a pregnant person! Have you got no morals?"

So now, instead of the death glares that I got just because I was with Niall, I got them because I was now the neighbourhood slut who couldn't keep her legs shut. Not that I was going to mention that to Niall; the last thing I needed was for him to be getting thrown out of school because of me.

"So I was thinking," he murmured, stroking the flimsy material of my t-shirt. "How's about we go camping?"

I sat up and stared at him. Had he just asked me to go camping? I was pregnant; camping was like sending me to purgatory and saying have a nice time. I found it hard enough to get comfy just now; why the hell would I voluntarily put myself in the position of sleeping on the hard ground in the cold?

"Why?" I asked, trying not to voice the disbelief I was feeling. Niall shrugged.

"I just thought," he replied, looking me straight in the eye, "because we didn't really get to celebrate Billy's birthday properly, we could all just go camping."

"Why don't you just go with him, Adam, Paulie and Ray?"

"Evie," he said seriously, raising his eyebrows, "if you think I'm leaving you here on your own while that psycho's running about, you've got another thing coming."