Baseball, Broadway, and Babies // n.s.

Chapter One

"Harry, baby, what are you doing?" Niall asked as he walked into our apartment.

"I'm doing yoga, it helps with conceiving," I responded, stretching out on the yoga mat.

"Really?"

"Yes." I spread my legs out beside me, as if doing a Chinese split, and stretched my arms out as far as I could in front of me. I let out a breath, slowly coming back up. "How was practice?"

"It was good. I need to get my wedding ring fixed though. Someone threw a ball and it hit my knuckle and chipped my ring," he said, examining his ring.

"What?! Are you okay?" I jumped up from mat, running over to where he was leaning against the wall. I took his hand, looking at his ring which had a small chip in it. "Your knuckles are bruised," I frowned.

"I'm okay, baby. They aren't broken or anything, just bruised. I'm not even in pain." I pouted, making him place a tiny peck on my lips. "Come on, now, what do you want for dinner?" He took a seat on the couch, looking at several take out menus.

"Chinese. I'm going to go take a shower, darling." I kissed his forehead and walked into our bedroom. As I turned on the water for my shower, I could hear Niall ordering our food.

I stepped under the hot water, feeling my muscles relax. I knew that Niall would soon join me, so I laid my head against the wall as I waited for him.

Soon enough, the shower curtain opened and Niall stepped in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing the back of my neck.

"Hi," I sighed. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and puckered my lips as I looked at him. He kissed me, slowly and gently. He pulled away and I sighed again.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He kissed my shoulder and rubbed his hands along my belly.

"Why am I not pregnant yet?"

"Harry, it's only been two months. It takes time, baby. And maybe you are pregnant, and we just don't know it yet. We just have to keep having sex and wait for the time to come." I giggled, making him sigh. "Harry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, but it was funny cause you were talking about sex... Speaking of, you don't really mind having to have sex all the time, do you?"

"Um, no. Did I mention that your ass looked great in those yoga pants?" He started sucking on my neck, making me moan. "You looked so good, baby."

"I went shopping today..."

"What'd you buy?" He pulled away from my neck and turned me around so I was facing him.

"Well, I got some leggings from H&M and then I went to Victoria's Secret and got some more leggings and got something nice for you..." I trailed a finger down his chest, teasing him.

"Baby, as much as I'd love to, our food will be here soon and we haven't even washed yet." I pouted and handed him the body wash. He rolled his eyes, "Yes, Harry, I will wash you."

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"That was nice," I panted, laying back on the couch as Niall got off of me to get a washcloth.

"I think our food is cold... Can you clean yourself off while I heat it up?" He asked from the kitchen.

"If I must."

"Harry, just because I'm your husband and you may or may not be pregnant with my child, doesn't mean I have to do everything." He sat back down beside me with the washcloth and started to wipe the drying cum from my chest.

"Yes, but it'd be nice."

"I'm sure it would," he hummed.

I sat up once he was done with my bum and leaned over to gently kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips a few more times. "I love you. And I appreciate everything you do for me. Thank you, darling."

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't? I love you, too, baby." He kissed me one more time before he stood up and pulled on some boxers. "Now, get dressed and I'll heat up our food, put a movie on or something."

I got up and went to our bedroom, looking for the Victoria's Secret bag from today. Once I found it, I pulled out a pair on blue lace panties and a pair of Pink navy leggings. I put them on, thinking Niall would like the surprise underneath once we went to bed. I pulled on a mock Yankees jersey with the name 'Horan' on the back, as well.

I walked back out to the living room, seeing Niall sipping a glass of water. He nearly spit it out once he saw what I was wearing. "Hm, Daddy likes that, baby."

Instead of sitting next to him on the couch, I straddled him. I put my lips to his ear, teasingly biting his earlobe. "Wait until you see what's underneath, Daddy."

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I woke up in the middle of the night with a strange pain in my stomach. I sat up, glancing at the clock. It read 4:46. I laid back down, hoping the stomach ache would go away. After a few minutes, as I was about to fall back asleep, the pain came back. It was like a stirring, and I knew I was going to throw up.

I hopped out of bed, running to our bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat, barely having any time to bend down before I was puking my guts out.

"Harry?" I heard Niall groggily call.

"I'm in here," I responded horsely.

He came into the bathroom, his eyes nearly closed from the bright light. His face softened when he saw me. "Oh, baby, are you okay?" I gagged, leaning back over to throw up again. "I'm taking that as a 'no'..." He sat on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing my back.

"I think I have food poisoning, I told you the chicken was a little undercooked." I threw up one last time, feeling a little better. I sat back on the heels of my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Niall stood up, wetting a cloth for me and wiped my face.

"Not yet. If I keep throwing up we can. I just want to go back to bed." He nodded leaning down to pick me up. He carried me back to bed and laid me down. He got in after me, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my forehead.

"You need to stay home today. I'll stay home, too."

"But I have a dress rehearsal," I whined.

"I'm sorry, baby, but you can't go out there and throw up in the middle of a song."

I sighed, snuggling into his chest. "Fine, but only today, I should be better by tomorrow."

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When I woke up two hours later and threw up agin, I knew it was time to see a doctor. And the Chinese restaurant.

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