Jana’s POV
It was a little after 3a.m. I was completely pissed. Harry promised me 1a.m. That was two hours ago. I can not believe him. He’s supposed to be the person I can trust. My closest guy friend. He’s supposed to be trustworthy.

But it seems as if he isn’t anymore. He’s untrustworthy until he can prove it different.

I was sitting on the couch downstairs, waiting for Niall to stumble through the door, I knew he would be drunk, I just have that feeling. “Mommy?’’ I hear Taylor’s voice say behind me.

I look over my shoulder to see him coming down the stairs with his fists rubbing his eyes, his favorite blanket in his hand and the teddy bear he got from Maura and Bobby the day he was born was also in his hand.

‘’Baby.. why are you up?’’ I ask with a sign. ‘’Where my Daddy?’’ He asks as he reaches me and lies on the couch, his head against my thigh. ‘’He’s.. He’ll be home soon, love.’’ I mumble and he nods as he curls up, ready to fall asleep soon.

Sometimes at night he would join me and Niall in the bed, which was okay with us.He would get scared when it rained, him and Tori both. Me and Niall would be woken up by little whines and sobs and the touch of little hands on our faces. But its worth it, being a mother is amazing. I love my babies. All four of them. Did you understand what I did there?

I look at my phone as it beeps lightly. It was a message from Harry. Oh, I was so ready to beat his ass. Just wait until I get this baby out, I’ll beat the shit out of him. I read it, and reply.

Harry: Hey love. We’re almost home. But I’ll warn you.. I disobeyed you. I’m sorry. I just.. I didn’t know what to do. He was going overboard. But he didn’t do anything but drink, I promise.

Me: Okay. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Just drop him off, I don’t even want you to come in. I don’t want to see your face right now.

Harry: Okay, I understand. I’ll talk with you in the morning.. I’ll explain everything :/

Me: Okay. Get Niall home now.

Harry: I am, I am.

I didn’t reply to Harry, but instead I stood up after gently moving Taylor’s little head off my leg. He was sleeping peacefully, I’ll take him up stairs once Niall gets here.I walk over to the window closest to the front door. I pull the curtain back some and peek out into the road. I was determined not to move until I saw Harry’s SUV pull up in the driveway.

I waited ten minutes until I saw headlights. And soon, the door opens and shuts loudly. I turn the porch lights on, just so that idiot wouldn’t trip over the steps or the plants or something in that matter.

And here he comes, stumbling up the walk way from the driveway to the front door. He had his shirt over his shoulder and his pants were sagging. Okay, either he got really drunk or Harry turned my husband gay. Which one is more believable? The second one. Kidding.. the first one of course, lets hope at least…

He reaches the door and I open it, knowing the idiot would be to stupid to knock since it would be locked. He looks at me from his feet as the door opens. ‘’Hi babyeeee.’’ He slurs out with a wink.

‘’Get inside.’’ I mumble and grab his elbow, pulling him in the house and shutting the door, locking it too of course. ‘’Where my babies?” He asks me, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at my face, his hand on my belly.

‘’Shh.’’ I hush him, he was too loud. ‘’Tori’s asleep and Taylor’s on the couch. He followed me down here.’’ I tell him. He nods as he moves his hand and walks over to the couch. I pray that he won’t do anything stupid, like tripping and falling on Taylor. I would hurt him if he hurt my baby.

I watch with a gentle smile on my face, even though I was mad, as Niall kneels down to the couch’s level and puts his hand on Taylor’s cheek. He caresses Taylor’s cheek with his thumb, rubbing over his soft skin lightly. He leans down and kisses Taylor’s forehead before leaning up and walking over to me.

‘’Do.. do.. do you want me to.. to take him.. upstairs?’’ He asks. Even though Niall was drunk, he still cared about his kids, obviously. ‘’I’ll take him.’’ I mumble back. ‘’No…’’ He says, looking down at my stomach, then back at me. ‘’No.’’ he repeats. ‘’Ni.. I can do it, just go upstairs.’’ I whisper, leaning in to his lips.

‘’Okay.’’ He mumbles back, his breathing hitting my face. It smelt like pure beer. I give him a little kiss, no tongue, but I got a taste of whatever he had been drinking earlier. I was just glad he was home and with me, and safe. I didn’t even care if he was drunk and late or whatever.

As long as he’s here with me. That’s perfectly fine.

Notes

Sorry its a little short, just a finish up of the previous chapter and all. I will update soon!!! xxx COMMMENT YOUR THOUGHTSS!!