Niall Horan imagines

Christmas #22

{ Christmas #22}
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It was Christmas Eve and you and your boyfriend Niall were going to Niall's parents with the excited news that you were pregnant. You both were gonna have diner with them and tell the news.

"Let's get going." You smile and take Niall's hand in your own. After three years you still haven't gotten over the sparks and butterflies you get with Niall. "Ok." He kisses the top of your head. The car ride was peaceful yet relaxing. "Are you sure you wanna tell them?" Niall's eyes search your own. "Yes sweetie, I just love playing with Theo too." You shriek with excitement. Niall's parents house comes into view.

"Oh look it's Denise!" You say in excitement. As Niall parks the car you jump out to greet Greg's wife. You always enjoyed her so much. "Y/N! How have you been?" She smiles warming holding a bundled Theo.

"I'm great actually." You say smiling widely. You just can't wait to have one of your own. A baby was a big responsibility, but you were up for it. It was a new life, a new person. A smiles spread across Denise's face. "Wanna hold him?" She questions. You nod rapidly.

She hands over the delicate baby wrapped tightly into a bundle. You smile at the small child in your hands. Niall comes up to you. "Hey little man." He smiles at Theo and gives him a silly look. "Let's head in." Niall laces your fingers with his own. You hand back Denise her baby. "Thanks." You smile, which she gladly returns. Greg takes her hand then leads her into the house.

You and Niall walk into his house. Maura greets you as you part from Niall and into the Kitchen. You came to help Maura with anything. "Y/N! How have you been dear?"

"Great actually, need any help?" You pick up the forks left in a pile on the counter and start to place them down. "Just a bit dear thank you." She smiles warmly. "We're having roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, greens, and cream corn along with a side roll. Is that ok?" She questions opening the oven.

She looks over the chicken carefully before closing the oven once again. "it's fine." You assure her sweetly. You two begin to converse on what's happened since your last visit with his family. You leave out the part about the new baby coming along because you and Niall wanted to do it together.

"Well, could you tell everyone that's dinners done?" Maura stands up taking the chicken out of the oven. You nod and walk into the living room which holds the guys. "Dinners ready, wash up and head in." You inform them, Niall's dad Bobby pauses the football game. Everyone passes you giving you a warm smile. Greg walks pass you giving you a small smile. Bobby also gives you huge smile.

Niall walks up lastly to you giving you a peck on the cheek, but you grab ahold of his collar. "I love you." You pull him in for a kiss placing your lips on his own. He grabs you face deepening the kiss. He licks your bottom lip asking for entrance, but you pull away. "Dinner." You remind him. He sighs dramatically. "Later?" He questions pulling you against him tightly.

"Isn't later how we got this?" You laugh pointing to your belly. "Now go, I have to get Denise." He kisses your forehead before taking off. You shake your head in amusement at the boy that you call your own. You glance at all the decorative lights hung from the mantle. Maura truly loved Christmas, she even wore a reindeer sweater for the occasion.

The Christmas tree sits adjacent from the fireplace beautifully decorated also. You walk into the back room where Greg said Denise would be in, as you walk in you see her changing Theo into a bib to eat. "Dinners ready." You lean on the door admiring the small child. You still aren't sure if your actually ready, when Niall goes on tour you'd be home alone.

Niall might not even be ready like he says he is. He's got his whole life ahead of him still, he's in a band and won't have time for a baby. You blink back the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" Denise props Theo up on her shoulder while placing her other hand on yours. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." You whisper, Denise shakes her head. "Please tell me." She pleas with saddened eyes. "I don't know if I'm ready." You whisper letting tears fall from your face. She wipes them away with her hand. "For what sweetie?"

"I'm having a baby." You look up to her eyes. "Hun that's great news." You shake you head. "No, no it's not. I'm ruining Niall's life with my problem." You sob quietly into your own hands. "Hey, no your not. Niall loves you more then anything and I bet he's thrilled that he'll have a baby of his own." She rubs your back.

"For now, what will happen when he has tour? I'll be left alone with the baby." You question looking up with red eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Look, I know how you feel. When I was pregnant with Theo I was afraid that I couldn't do it, or that Greg couldn't handle. I knew when I held him in my arms that I could do this. We both could. Together." You look down. "Really?"

"Really." Niall. "N-Niall? Where'd Denise go?" You question wiping stray tears away. "I told her I'd take over, is that why your crying princess? Because we're having a baby?" He pulls you into him hugging you tightly.

"I'm just scared." You mumble into his shirt. "Y/N I love you, we can do this. I'm scared too. What if I'm not a good dad or it hates me?" You laugh slightly at his choice of words. 'it'.

"What if we mess up Niall?" You look up to his eyes. "Well that's a problem we'll face when it happens." He kisses your forehead.

You nod placing a hand on your tummy. "Please don't hate us." You whisper shutting your eyes tightly. The tension is eased with Niall grabs the hand on your tummy and lacing his fingers with it. "It will be ok, I'm here. I'll be right here."

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This wasn't fulfilling but it got there :3 this might just be my most detailed one.

I hope you all enjoyed this quick update, one thing is I'll update with quick preferences tonight also so look for that from now to the next hour. I absolutely love reading your comments so leave a comment and vote