Niall was huddled over Rory's crib, watching him with wide eyes as he slept. I smiled in a daze from the bed, cuddled up tightly in blankets with pillows propped behind my head to keep me elevated enough and comfortable.
Rory Eli Horan
It all felt surreal to me. Here I was, no longer pregnant but back home watching Niall gawk over our little baby. He wasn't even quite 6 pounds yet, a tiny little human being that we created ourselves. After spending a week fretting over him in the hospital, we were finally out of there and back into our own space. Things with Niall and I were.....better for now, I guess.
We didn't have time to talk or argue about any of our problems because we were too busy being up with Rory all night. The only time we ever got sleep was during some mornings and sometime in the afternoon, whenever Niall didn't have work.
"He looks like you." Niall smiled, rubbing over Rory's tummy, something we found put him to sleep faster.
"Disagree. He looks more like you." I grinned sleepily, propping myself up on my elbow as I watched them some more.
At that particular moment, Rory let out a screaming wail of a cry. His tiny arms rose and shook gently as he screamed. Niall and I still weren't completely used to how much he liked to scream, but I think that we would eventually.
With a groan I forced myself from the bed, ignoring the soft ache in my stomach and waddling over to his crib. Niall frowned at me, because I was on bed rest and wasn't supposed to move around too much but I knew he would need help.
Gently, as if he was afraid of breaking him, Niall lifted his son from the crib and cradled him against his chest. With one little pat to the bum he gave me 'the look' and I moved over to the change table to get out a fresh diaper and wipes.
Once Rory was settled, Niall unclipped the bottom of his onesie and made a face as he removed his diaper. Rory cried ever harder at this point, he wasn't exactly quiet or a sound sleeper yet.
"Jesus, what are we feeding this kid?" Niall groans as he closes up the soiled diaper and heads out of the room to dispose of it. I wiped Rory clean, lifting him up and settling his diaper underneath. Waiting for Niall to come back knowing he would want to do this, I took the opportunity to let Rory cradle my pinky in his fist and just stare at him. When he brought the finger to his mouth and attempted to suck, I smiled, realizing he was hungry and it was around time to feed him.
When Niall came back in, he grinned seeing he could finish the diaper. I told him to make sure it wasn't too tight, and tucked the edges in where they needed to be so it wouldn't leak. Then, when the changing was finished I moved back over to the bed and lifted my shirt.
Niall made it a point to stare until I got the baby blanket secured over my chest, Rory cradled in my arms beneath. With a wince he latched on and slowly began to drink. That was one thing he definitely didn't have a problem with. When he was hungry he made it clear and he didn't mess around at all. However, I didn't know how much longer I could have him on me like this. I heard most mothers liked the bond of feeding their baby this way came with, but I wasn't all that comfortable with it. I would prefer to pump so Niall could feed him too and I could get some rest.
"Let me peak" Niall mumbles, taking a seat beside me. I sigh as he pulls the blanket away slightly, checking on Rory who was still happily drinking. I watched as his little eyelids fluttered, covering up his dark blue orbs. He was getting tired, thankfully.
"I'm exhausted" I whisper into the air, not wanting to startle the baby slowly dozing off in my arms.
"Me too" Niall agrees, his left hand soothingly rubbing the tenderness in my lower back. I sat up straight, my spine cracking as I straightened out. In another few minutes, Rory fell slack in my arms and I detached him from my body. Niall offered to put him down, and I willingly handed him over.
I felt like the moment my head hit the pillow again I was out, but it was already almost 4 in the morning and I hoped Rory would sleep in for a bit. A few good hours of solid sleep, that's all I needed.....
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When I woke up, the light was streaming in brightly from the uncovered window and Niall's arms were around my body. I blinked up at his face, staring at the lines around his pursed lips and the soft bags underneath his eyes. He would have to be up in a few hours for work, though I didn't know how he did it. He was utterly exhausted.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to the small dimple in his chin. My lips seemed to have a mind of their own as I very slowly kissed across the stubble lining his jaw, the scruff something I found sexy on him. Niall groaned softly in his sleep, his lanky arms tightening around my much smaller frame.
I liked the way our bodies were pressed tightly together, my stomach no longer in the way. I couldn't help but nip my teeth roughly on his jaw as he pushed his hips forward subconsciously.
One of his hands slid up my back, a soft moan leaving my lips as his fingers tangled in my hair and yanked my head back.
Niall's slightly rough movements didn't bother me one bit even though they should have.
When his hot, wet mouth made contact with my throat I knew he was awake. He pushed himself impossibly closer to me and sucked harshly on my skin. It took him about 3 seconds to have me clenching my thighs together, and then have me pinned beneath his body.
I pulled his t-shirt off of him, instincts filling up my brain as I practically yanked him down to me. Niall's breath washed over my skin in a hiss as I shoved my hand into the front of his boxers. Warm, rigid skin was hot and solid in my palm as I stroked him.
I could feel Niall shaking above me immediately, pressing my lips to his wrist that was beside my head to reassure him.
I wanted to pull away, I really did, but with him groaning soft encouraging words into my ear and lightly kissing my neck I couldn't stop.
And I didn't stop until he was coming undone in his underwear, cursing and clenching every muscle in his body.
With an "ugh, fuck." he rolled off of me and onto his side beside me. I could feel my face heat up when I tried to leave the bed but Niall caught my wrist instead. Grabbing a wad of kleenex, he quickly wiped his orgasm off of my hand and chucked the tissues in the trash.
I felt like I was burning up, my face so hot that if I didn't get away from Niall right now I was going to explode. Throwing my legs over the bed, my toes touched the floor when Niall's strong arm wrapped around my waist from behind.
"Not so fast."
Gasping, Niall pulled me back to the bed and covered my mouth with his hand so we didn't wake Rory. I tried to keep my legs closed but Niall pried them apart easily, yanking my shorts and underwear down in one tug. I felt the material slip passed my ankles, stomach tensing. I didn't think it was possible for my face to get any redder.
"Don't give me that face." Niall whispered softly, his lips leaving reassuring pecks to both of my cheeks.
"I can't do this.."
Struggling to sit up, I shuffled further up the bed. Niall sat on his knees before me, catching my ankles easily. He pulled me back down the bed until I was laid flat out, throwing a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet. I eyed the crib in the corner of the room, nothing but silence all around.
I was startled when I felt Niall's presence over my stomach, jumping as his lips made contact over the shirt. "Relax?" He requested softly, but I tensed up all over again when he tried to lift my loose t-shirt.
"No...no, don't look." I begged, my eyes filling up with tears. I was never one to be so shy before but this was so much different. I had a baby. My body went through a lot and I wasn't comfortable with having anyone's eyes on me.
"Shay.. Please, let me see." His eyes pleaded with mine and I began to shake. My fingers yanked the hem of the top down to the middle of my thighs, tears leaking down both sides of my face. I heard Niall mutter a "shit" under his breath, and then his arms were encasing me again. I buried my face into his shoulder and tried to stop myself from sobbing. He held me tightly, his body fitting snuggling between my thighs and his lips kissing every tear off of my face.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed." He whispered to me, fingers stroking softly down my arm. It was comforting.
"No, I'm sorry." I choked out, shaking my head and pushing away his apology.
"I love you."
"Stop," I begged, cringing at his words and pushing away from him. Niall groaned in frustration but allowed me to push him away. I didn't want to hear him say things like that to me. I couldn't handle him lying to me, not anymore.
"When are you going to stop pushing me away Shay? When are you going to stop being so damn stubborn and realize how much I fucking care about you?"
"Please don't yell at me." I yanked my shorts back on and paced across the room.
"I'm not yelling Shay. I just want you to want me the way-"
Rory decided then to wake up with a soft cry, and I gratefully picked him up and cradled him into my arms.
"You should get some more sleep, you have to work soon." I suggested, glancing at Niall over my shoulder exhaustedly.
He simply shook his head at me in disbelief, almost like he couldn't believe I was dismissing him. Again.
"We'll talk when I get home whether you like it or not." He grunted in annoyance while pulling the covers over his head.
Yeah. Like that was going to happen.
A/N:
Trouble in paradise. Some more stuff's gonna be happening soon (hopefully) so please hang with me and let me know what you guy's are thinking!!!