Something New // Niall Horan

Gender

"The gender of the child is, a male."

A wide grin spread across both of out faces as I turned to embrace Niall. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips, lingering a while on the latter. Gently, lovingly, he placed his hands on my swollen stomach.

"Is he healthy?" Worry was evident in his tone as he leaned into me.

"Perfectly. Actually, he's quite developed for his age."

"I love you."

"We love you more," I smiled to Niall.

~

The instant the door closed at the apartment Niall picked me up, swinging me around and kissing me hard.

"Niall!" I laughed as he seated me on the couch and knelt in front of me. Niall caressed my enlarged stomach as he leaned forward to kiss it.

"My beautiful girl and my beautiful boy..." He looked up at me while resting his face against the skin overtop of our child. "Our Noah Jacob Horan," he grinned before standing and pulling me into him. Our lips moved together passionately in a loving kiss for a long frozen moment, and did it ever feel good.

~

"I really do love you, Niall," I whispered after our kissing had finished and we'd settled for cuddling on the bed.

"I know, sweetie. And I love you too."

"Mm," I mumbled, getting sleepy and loving the feeling of his protecting arms wrapped around me and the baby-Noah.

"Let's just stay here awhile, yeh?" Niall hummed, equally as relaxed and content as I.

And then the two-three- of us slept.

~

"Caara," Niall whined.

"What," I said sleepily.

"Caara," he continued whining, quite out of character.

"What?" I yelled.

"Can we still have sex? You know, without hurting the baby?" He rolled me over so I was laying on top of him. For a strange reason, I felt turned on.

Undecidedly, my mouth opened and out I spat, "Let's go to a sex class and find out."

Sex class? Did I really just say that?

I was expecting Niall to laugh at me, but instead he nodded.

****









Our preparation for leaving the apartment felt nonexistent, as did the car ride.

Something felt off.

Once at the class, which looked a lot like one of my college classrooms, Niall sat beside me and patted my head before paying close attention.

The man up front looked at me strangely and I realized I was the only woman in the room, but as I glanced around I noticed a lot of the guys looked familiar, like classmates of mine. Some of them even resembled Chris, both ones. The old and the new.

Even further, the room was blurry, but too crisp at the same time.

Almost like a dream.

I couldn't make out the lecture of the guy at the front. He looked sort of like....

The guy at the front almost morphed in front of my eyes.

An instant after I thought about him resembling Channing Tatum, he looked exactly like the celebrity. And I mean, to the chest hair.

Not that I've counted them or anything....

I only snapped back into near-clarity when Niall spoke up.

"Can I fuck my girl if she's pregnant?"

Niall would never say that, would he?

I hope not.

"Yes, definitely. Just not too rough, unless you don't like the paternal idea," Channing smirked.

Okay, this is way too weird. Far, far out of the norm, even for me.

Hell, it would be weird for a fanfiction character!

Like in a Channing Tatum fanfiction....

Now, I was seeing Niall in like, third person or something. I was floating above his head, and the seat beside him was empty.

I vaguely noticed the room has changed colours, too. The chairs had been tan plaid and the floor had been white linoleum, but now it was black, made of the material a stage would, and the seats were those blue plastic ones that grade schools use.

I also acknowledged that Niall sat in the smallest kind, an inaudible snort my reaction.

This was beyond crazy.

I'm a lunatic, I thought. This can't be real.

"Now, lads let's go home and treat these ladies!" The instructor yelled victoriously.

Niall, accompanied by the many men in the room, broke out in cheers as they paraded out.

"Whoo!" My blonde Irishman cawed.

The room and the voices began to fade, and finally I remembered I could blink.

Light blinded me before I realized I was looking straight into glaring sunlight. I was laying back in bed, the starting point of that entire encounter.

Was that just a dream?

I hope so, most of what happened wasn't even possible, i.e. Channing Tatum and the magical, ghostlike floating Cara.

But what about the answer Channing gave?

Was that real, even if the events surrounding it weren't?

Oh god Cara, stop thinking that way.

Don't even think about it.

No damn way will I think about having sex with Niall.

Despite how amazing he is...

I mean, I know I will have sex with him. Definitely. But since he's at work, I shouldn't... bother myself with those kinds of thoughts.

No, I'll wait until later, tonight, to talk with him about this concept.

Of course, first, I'll have to do a little research on whether that little in-dream factoid was true or false.

And so my day started, a midmorning coffee my first (of many) attempt of erasing the graphic, inappropriate image my mind had conjured. I just had to wait until Niall returned home to voice my...idea.

I had later researched the topic of pregnancy sex and found out that my dream was more or less correct.

No roughness or sex toys, the website said.

I'd put a stop to those before they started, believe you me....
Images yet again flooded my thoughts of all the things he

could do to me before silently cursing myself.

Stupid dreams....

Stupid subconscious....

Stupid Niall being at work as I suffered.