*4 weeks later*

"Niall stop." I whined as Niall wrapped me in tinsel. We were currently putting the Christmas tree up, or trying because Niall was being Niall and kept throwing baubles at me and attempting to wrap me up in tinsel and Christmas lights. At the rate we were going at I thought we wouldn't have it up by Christmas, considering it was only three weeks away.

He giggled and pulled me back into his chest, his arms wrapped around me, rubbing circles on my tummy then. "Hopefully this will be our last Christmas alone." He pressed his lips to the top of my head. "Did you take a test this week." He whispered, rubbing my stomach gently.

"No, not yet." I sighed quietly, craning my neck to look up at him. We'd been trying to have a baby but we were still waiting on the test to show positive.

"Okay, can we take another test today?" He smiled down at me. Can 'we' he says, as though it's the two of us having a baby.

"Yes 'we' can." I put an emphasis on the 'we' which made him blush deeply.

"Sorry." He looked away from me and giggled quietly. I turned around to face him and smiled up at him, patting his cheek gently and then taking the star out of the box to put on top of the tree. I held it out to him and he glanced back at me as though I was absurd.

Well, I can't reach.

"Here, you're taller." I held out star but he just rolled his eye.

"Not much." He grabbed me around the waist which made me squeal because I'm ticklish but he held me up then so I could put the star on the tree. He does this every year, come to think of it. "No offence, but hopefully next year won't be you I'm holding up." He said to me as I placed the star on the top of the tree.

"What do you mean?" I asked as he gently placed me on my feet.

"Hopefully I'll be holding our little baby up there next year." He grinned, pulling me to his chest for a hug. This made me smile bright as well. I hope he is holding our little one next year.

"What do you want? A boy or a girl?" I ask him, just out of curiosity. He shrugged then and rubbing my hip gently.

"I honestly don't mind like I'll just be ha-"

"Cut the crap, what do you want a girl or a boy? Everyone says they don't care but we all secretly know what we would like." I say which makes him blush and smile.

"Well, I mean it when I say I don't mind. I mean I'd love a little girl to spoil like you." He kissed my forehead. "But of course I'd also like a son. You know, teach him to play golf." He grinned which made me roll my eyes. Of course he wasn't going to teach him to play football. "What do you want?" He asked me.

"I would like a little girl too, I mean I wouldn't be heart broken if we had a boy, I want a boy too but i think I would just like my little girl, you know, dress her up in little dresses and take her shopping and yeah." I shrugged which made him smile.

"Right, we're talking about this and we don't even know if you're pregnant yet." Niall chuckled and went to the kitchen, grabbing my hand and dragging me with him. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pregnancy test, handing me it and smiling. "Okay, go do your thing." He gestured for me to go to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes and kissed him gently before going. "Good luck." He yelled after me.

Niall's POV

I paced the hall as I waited for her to come back downstairs. I want this so bad but at the same time I'm so apprehensive. I want a kid, I do, but I'm still so scared she might lose it again. I may be just negative but it's a perpetual fear, I can't but have, considering our history with babies.

I looked up when I saw her at the top of the stairs. "Well?" I questioned as she walked down them, the test in hand. "Are we having a baby?" I smiled but my smile soon vanished when she didn't return the smile. She shook her head silently and stood in front of me.

"Nope, negative." She sighed and held out the test to me so I could see. It was clearly negative.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time, we can try again." I assured her but I knew my face clearly was one that was disheartened. "Okay go get rid of that stick please, you peed on that." I scrunched my nose and she chuckled but nodded and headed back up the stairs.

Couldn't she put it in the bin downstairs?

I shrugged it off and went to the kitchen to make a start on dinner, deciding to make Jenny's favourite meal that I make her, fajita's. She loves the fajita's I make because well, Horan is a damn good chef.

"Niall, I'm going to work." Jenny yelled from the hallway about ten minutes later. I came out of the kitchen with my spatula in hand and frowned.

"I have dinner on. It's your favourite." I frown, feeling slightly deflated she was planning on leaving when she told me she didn't have to work today.

"Yeah that's nice, but I need to go." She came over and kissed my cheek gently which made me watch after her, feeling quite melancholic.

So, I'm eating alone again tonight.

I sighed and walked back to the kitchen, finishing off the dinner. Just as I walked into the kitchen I heard a phone ring, it wasn;t my phone though.. mine was in my pocket. I looked around the room and saw that Jenny left her phone behind.

I picked it up and saw 'Andrew' on the screen so I answered it.

"Okay, so I was on the phone to the representatives again, you know the ones who didn't want to meet again and I'm trying to persuade them to meet us again but you need to get here as soon as possible." Andrew rambled on, seeming in a fluster.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned.

"Oh! Nothing- shit - nothing." Andrew quickly said and hung up on me. I frowned and looked down at the phone wondering what the hell he was talking about. I decided not to worry, it was just Andrew being Andrew but at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder...

I put out two plates of the food when it was done and sat down, leaving the other plate where Jenny should be, just in case she changed her mind and decided she wanted to have dinner with me.

Of course, she didn't change her mind.

I ate alone and then cleared the table and the plates, putting the dishes in the dishwasher and sighing deeply as I walked to the living room.

Imagine if we did have a little baby, I would have someone to keep me company right now. Someone who would need and want me all the time. That would be a nice feeling.

I can't wait until we get our baby, but until then here I am alone, with nothing to do so I may as well go out and get drunk, eh?

I still wondered what Andrew meant by that though..

....

Jenny's POV

"Niall." I called out when I arrived home from work. I turned on the light in the hallway and peered around.

Was he in bed, already?

The whole downstairs of the house was in darkness, I made my way upstairs to our room and found that in darkness as well. I turned on the light, he wasn't in bed?

"Niall." I yelled, doing a little twirl in the room as though he was going to appear when I turned around. I went to our dressing room then and put two and two together.

There was a pile of clothes on the floor in front of the mirror. He had obviously been trying on a pile of clothes. Now I know where he is, he must of went to the pub with his friends.

I rolled my eyes fondly and sent him a text message, just to get my assumptions verified. As I waited on a text back I began picking up all his clothes, hanging them all up again before checking my phone to see he had text me back

'I'm in the pub with the pads' It read which made me laugh out loud. Someone is drunk because he can't type. I am pretty sure he meant lads, otherwise I am exceptionally worried for him.

'okay I love you xx' I text back and within a few minutes he had replied with about sixty 'x's' and I wish I was exaggerating. It was cute, but unnecessary.

I got into bed, after putting on one of Niall's shirts of course and waited up to make sure he got home okay. I didn't manage to though, I ended up falling asleep after about half an hour although I was rudely awoken at about three in the morning.

I felt something - or someone - poking my cheek, I opened my eyes when I heard breathing above me and screamed when Niall's face was almost pressed against mine.

Personal space, man.

"Hi." Niall giggled, taking a step back although I could still smell the alcohol on his breath. "I missed you." He slurred and kicked off his shoes, crawling into bed next to me. I rolled my eyes and put my hand out when he was leaning down to kiss me, meaning he kissed my hand instead. "Don't be mean, wanna make out." He pouted.

"Niall James Horan, it's three in the morning. We are not making out, that will only get you excited, now please, go to sleep." I rolled my eyes at him, while he pouted and stuck out his bottom lip at me, making him looks damn adorable.

Don't fall for his cuteness Jenny, don't do it.

He just looked at me through his eyelashes and then reached out, rubbing my hip gently. "I love you." He feigned sadness. I groaned but leaned forward and began making out with him.

Goddamn it Jenny, you fell for it.

He pushed me back and climbed on top of me, his tongue exploring my mouth, but after a few minutes he pulled back and peered down at me. "Do you tell me everything?" Niall asked and my eyes widened.

He doesn't know about the meeting, does he?

It's just the drink him talking... right?

"Uh.. yeah.." I looked up at him unsurely and he smiled goofily then and giggled.

"This is why I love you." He slurred and pressed our lips together again while I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just the drunk him talking.. thankfully.

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