The Next Morning..

Niall’s POV
‘’Tori, do you want some pancakes, baby?” I ask as I get three plates out of the cabinet. ‘’Yes!’’ She squeals happily as I sit the plates on the counter. ‘’Okay.. Sit at the table.’’ I tell her and she nods as she walks to the table to join Taylor, who surprising was staying still and patient.

I put a pancake on Tori and Taylor’s plates. I sigh to myself as I lean my arm on the counter. With my other hand, I use a fork to cut up their pancakes. Tori could sorta do it herself, but she made a mess and I didn’t feel like cleaning any thing up this early.

My beautiful little kids woke me up at six o’clock in the morning. And none of us could go back to sleep, no matter how hard we tried. So here it is, hitting 6:30a.m. and I’m cooking pancakes for them and for myself too.

Finally, I get finished cutting them up. I pour a little syrup on Taylor’s, knowing that he’ll make a bigger mess if there was more. I put an average amount on Tori’s, she was good at keeping her hands clean and stuff, so I knew it wouldn’t be as big of a hassle as Taylor will be.

“Here, love.’’ I say as I sit Tori’s pink plate in front her. She smiles as she grabs the fork from me and starts to eat it, slowly since she was savoring it. She’s loves pancakes, they both do. “Here, Tay.’’ I sigh as I sit Taylor’s blue plate down for him.

He smiles too as he grabs the plastic fork, we can’t trust him with a normal one like we can Tori. Besides, she was older and she knew how to be safe with it and how to use it. But for now, we kept Taylor with the baby forks, the plastic and rubbers ones.

“Daddy, are you gonna eat with us?’’ Tori asks as I sit down at the table with my cup of coffee. ‘’No babe.. Daddy’s not hungry.’’ I tell her. She just shrugs as she drinks her milk before continuing to eat. I stare at my hands as the two of them eat their breakfast.

I was just ready to go some where else. I wasn’t complaining about this alone time with them, I loved being with my kids.

Its just that I didn’t stand being away from Jana, and knowing that she was probably beyond pissed at me made it all even more worse. I had no words for any of this at the moment. The situation in my hands is normal, but yet it hurts just as much as the regular and average stuff does.

Knowing that my wife is mad at me and could possibly be thinking about leaving me because of some stupid rumors in some stupid magazine really scares me and it hurts my heart just to know that she believed the lies. She should have believed me. Besides, I’m her husband. She’s supposed to trust.

Why would I lie to her anyways? My life could not possibly get any better than it is right now. I have two beautiful kids and one on the way, and I have a beautiful wife. Why in Hell would I want to ruin that? I don’t. So why doesn’t she just believe me already?

She needs to make up her damn mind. I’m sick of her driving me crazy and getting my head fucked up because I have no clue if she’s mad, pissed, sad, upset, or anything else. And its getting on my damn nervous. Really fucking bad.


Jana’s POV
The bed felt empty. My heart felt painful. My head hurt like crazy. And my eyes couldn’t stay shut any longer. I opened my eyes to see the blurred numbers on the digtal clock on my nightstand. I grab my glasses and slide them on. 7:12a.m. I kept my glasses on, not in the mood to put my contacts in. And plus, I didn’t have the energy to do it either.

I roll over on to my opposite side so that I could see Niall. But to my surprise, he wasn’t there. Here it was, early in the morning, and he wasn’t here. Perhaps he was awake. Or perhaps.. worse. No, don’t think that. He wouldn’t do you the way you done him before.

He wouldn’t. I know it. He would never leave me. Niall would rather in years of pain around me, then in years of pleasure away from me. I know this.. I know this because he’s told me. Niall loves me, and I’m too stupid to realize he wouldn’t cheat on me. Not after this long of being with me. He loves me, and I’m stupid for not seeing it clearly.

My heart dropped as I sighed to myself. I knew I had screwed up yet again. I could never blame Niall for another thing ever again. This is stupid, I’m stupid. My heart, my brain, my everything is so damn stupid. Just because its in print doesn’t mean its real. And I should know this by now.

Some how, I didn’t now how though, I had gotten up and found the loving strength to slide some shorts on and slip into one of my maternity sweaters. Thanks to the cold, late November weather, the house was cold, despite the heat from the central unit. I put mix matched socks on my feet before going into the bathroom.

I sat down on the toilet and tried to release my bladder but the pressure the baby had on me didn’t make things as easy as it seems. It hurt me to even pee. Some people say its easier to pee when you’re pregnant. But not for me. It hurts like Hell, it burns and it stabs because of the pressure and the force my little baby is putting on me. But I know it will all be worth it soon, very, very soon actually.

‘’Fuck.. God, please.’’ I groan to myself as I lean my elbows onto my knees. My stomach was killing me and I didn’t even know why. I couldn’t use the bathroom, like I thought I had to. ‘’Jana?’’ I heard Niall’s voice say as I groan again. I sigh gently as I close my eyes at the pain.

‘’Damn it.’’ I release the words with a huff. ‘’Baby, you okay?’’ I heard Niall’s voice closer than before. I opened my eyes and looked at the door. There he stood, the hem of his sleeping pants stopped just below the waist band of his Calvin Klein black boxers.

He looked amazing, as ever. He was shirtless, the way he knew I liked him. Honestly, he and I both now appearance didn’t matter on either of us. We loved each other no matter what we were dressed in.

‘’I..’’ I mumble but find myself huffing along with the pain again. Niall rushes to me and kneels on the bathroom floor, resting his arm on his raised knee. ‘’Baby.. what’s hurting you?’’ He asks as he puts his other arm on my back, his hand on my waist.

‘’Everything.’’ I whisper to him. ‘’Babe.. what hurts you the most?’’ He sighs gently to me as I stare at my feet, not at him. I could never look at him while I was like this.

It was embarrassing for him to come in here to see me like this anyways, nevertheless was I even more embarrassed when he sat down and asked what was wrong. He always cared too much. I knew it was a good thing, but at times I just wanted to be by myself. But I’m glad he cares enough to not allow that.. I really do love that.

‘’I can’t…. I can’t.. I..’’ I sigh it off again, not able to finish. The pain was horrible. It was a stabbing, sharp pain that only came when I sat down. Even if I sat on the couch or on the bed or in a chair, it was horrible and painful. At times the pain medicine would relieve it, but it still hurt like complete Hell.

‘’You still can’t.. pee?’’ He whispers to me. ‘’No.. I.. I can.. its.. it just.. hurts.’’ I whine gently as I groan lightly again. ‘’Oh, I know babe.. I’m sorry it hurts you.’’ He says smoothly to me.

He was the most comforting person in the world. No matter what, he would sit and wait until I felt better, even it took forever. Niall was my doctor, he made me feel better even when the doctor just gave me shitty pills that didn’t work at all.

‘’Ni.. it hurts.’’ I whine again as I try to release myself, but nothing was coming with out the pain. And honestly, I’d rather hold it forever than to feel this pain again. But I knew it was impossible for me to hold it.

‘’Baby.. what can I do to make you feel better?’’ He asks, pity and sympathy in his voice. But I cherished the pity and the sympathy. I needed him more than anything. I needed to know he still cares, and that always makes it better. And I know he does.

Notes

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