Jenny's POV

The following day, I didn't have work. When I got up, I found Niall downstairs at the kitchen table with Bella who was blabbering on to herself, while Niall hummed of gave a grunt of approval every few moments so she though he was listening.

"Morning." I smiled, coming in and placing a kiss on the top of Arabella's head.

"Mammy look." Bella said, pointing to her plate. "Daddy make smiley faces." She giggled, pointing to the pancake she had which Niall had made a smiley face on out of cream and fruit.

"Wow, very cool." I nodded as I sat down.

"Morning babe." Niall leaned over, kissing me gently. "Do you want a smiley face too?" He questioned. I just rolled my eyes and then giggled quietly when I saw he had one made for me too. Sometimes, I wonder what age this man really is.

In the moment, I had forgotten what our predicament really was. With our day beginning with a quintessential morning, I had forgotten about the little boy lying in the incubator in the hospital, who may or may not be carrying half of Niall's genes.

I felt a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach and the more I stared at the breakfast before me, the more I wanted to be physically sick. Niall was probably going to see his possible child soon, the chid that also belongs to Laura. Soon, that child will also be coming home with Niall, to our house with our little girl.

I felt my eyes fill with tears, I knew Niall had said something but I couldn't even look up at him. I didn't want him to see I was crying. I swallowed the lump growing in my throat before speaking, "I'm actually going to be late to meet Andrew, I better go shower." I lied. I was not meeting Andrew but I just needed an excuse to get out of this situation.

I ran up to the bathroom and locked the door behind me and just slid down the door, sitting on the floor with my hands between my knees, just allowing myself to cry. I think I have the right to feel like this, but I don't want Niall to know I do.

Niall's POV

I felt my heart break as I watched Jenny get up and leave. I knew she though I was unaware she was crying. I know her by now and I know the way her voice cracks slightly as she speaks when she is upset. It honestly made me feel even more terrible than I already did. I honestly didn't know what I could do to help her.

"Mammy sad." Arabella said as she picked up her sippy cup.

"What makes you think that?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows a little. I immediately felt even more of a monster when even Arabella could tell Jenny was upset.

"Crying." She replied behind her sippy cup. "Mama was sad ye'terday too." She lisped.

"Was she?" I asked, putting my fork down as I honestly didn't want to eat anything else now either. Arabella nodded in response and pouted a little. "Why do you think she's sad?" I asked her to which she just shrugged.

"Make mammy happy daddy." A frown took over her features. "Don't like sad mammy."

"Neither do I." I agreed, running a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends.

...

"I thought you had to meet Andrew." I frowned when I saw Jenny sitting on the couch once I got home from dropping Arabella off at nursery.

"Oh yeah, I was meant to but it turns out he had to go see his mom or something." She shrugged as she scrolled through what appeared to be Instagram on her phone.

"I see." I nodded, not particularly believing her.

"Aren't you going to see the baby?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows although she didn't lift her eyes from her phone screen.

"I don't know." I sighed, picking at my finger nails. A part of me wanted to go see him, but the other part of me wanted to stay here with Jenny and pretend this whole thing wasn't happening.

"I think you should go." She quietly said, not looking at me. I sighed deeply, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to figure out what the best thing to do was.

"Will you come?"

"I'd rather just stay here and watch makeup videos." Jenny mumbled unenthusiastically.

"Aren't you looking at wedding things?" I smiled softly as I spoke.

"No." She abruptly answered which made me flinch a little.

"Why not?" I quietly spoke to which she gave no verbal answer, just a shrug of her shoulders. I looked down at her, taking her phone from her hand which I locked and placed on the coffee table. I took both her hands in mine and she finally looked up at me. "You know nothing is going to change between us? We're still getting married." I whispered, shuffling a little closer to her.

She looked away from me then, casting her eyes to her lap. "You can't say nothing has changed when it clearly has." She quietly replied. "But I can live with it." She bit her lip, her grip on my hands loosening then.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, feeling as though I was repeating those words so many times these days, they simply had no effectiveness to them anymore. 'I'm sorry' was just like our hello.

"Come on, you have to go see him." She stood up, not saying another word on the topic. "I'll come, I'd like to meet him too." She said, although her tone wasn't quite believable. I didn't question it, standing up and getting ready to go.

When we arrived at the hospital, we sanitised our hands and did the necessary routine before we were granted access to his room. Jenny walked in first, smiling softly as she peered down at him. "He's really tiny." She whispered.

"Yeah." I agreed, standing behind her and placing my hands on her waist.

"Has he got a name yet?" She questioned. I shook my head in response but then shrugged.

"Well, I haven't been told he has a name, unless Laura has already chosen one." I said in thought then. Jenny picked up his file from the end of his incubator and opened it.

"No, he hasn't a name yet." She confirmed. "Have you thought of any?" She asked to which I shook my head again. I honestly had not even though of that, nor did I want to think of that because it was all becoming too real too quick.

Just before I was going to speak again, the door opened and Laura came in. She smiled when she saw us standing there. "Hi." She spoke as she walked in, her pyjamas on her as she'd obviously just come from her room.

We made small talk for a few moments before I turned to Laura. "Have you picked out any names for him yet?" I questioned.

"Actually, yes." She nodded. "I have one in mind, but I wanted to run it by you before I made anything official."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking Mason." She quietly smiled. I frowned slightly, finding that an odd choice of name, but I guess, she could have chosen worse.

"Why Mason?"

"I had a little brother. He was a still born. Mason was his name, it's not that I want to replace him, it's just more in honour of him." She quietly said, her cheeks reddening a little as she spoke.

"When was he born?"

"Three years ago this month." She replied. my eyes widened when she did, I didn't think it was this recent. "His birthday- or anniversary- whatever you want to call it. Well it was two weeks ago." She told me, her eyes filling with tears. For once, I actually pitied her, she never told me about this the whole time we were together.

"Wow, I'm so sorry." I quietly replied.

"You don't need to be." She shook her head, quickly wiping her eyes. "Now we have this little one to brighten up our lives. I can't wait for mom to meet him." She smiled as she spoke, watching the baby who was wriggling around. "We don't have to name him Mason if you think it's a little weird, or you're uncomfortable with it. It was just a suggestion, I thought of it seeing as they share birthday months and I guess he kind of reminds me of him."

"No, we can." I said. "I don't find it weird. I think that's a nice tribute to your little brother." I smiled and so did she. Jenny stood back a little to allow Laura to have more room.

"Mason is a lovely name." Jenny quietly said as she stood back. Laura smiled at her before putting her hand in with Mason, taking his petite hand in hers.

"Have you held him yet?" She asked me, to which I shook my head. "Do you want to? I saw you got him cute little onesie's yesterday, you should put one on him."

"No, I better not. He should stay in there, I don't want him getting cold and then getting ill and-"

"He is allowed out, the nurses let me have him out for a while this morning. As long as he still has his breathing support on he's fine." She assured me. I shrugged a little, rocking on my heels before shaking my head again.

"Come on Niall, hold him." Jenny urged me, nudging me gently. I just stood idle as the nurse came in and took him out, immediately swaddling his tiny body in blanket.

"Who wants him?" She questioned, rocking him gently in her arms when he began to whine. I shook my head when she glanced at me, Laura sighing.

"Do you want to hold him, Jenny?" Laura asked. Jenny appeared to be rather taken aback.

"Me?" Jenny gave her a bewildered look to which Laura nodded. "Yeah, I'd like to." She nodded, sitting down on the chair next to the incubator and gently taking him from the nurse when she handed him to her.

I watched as she smiled down at him, rocking him gently to soothe him. His little arm hung out from the blanket he was wrapped in, his fingers clenching and unclenching as though he was looking for something to grip. I observed with a smile as he clutched Jenny's finger in his hand then, his fingers barely wrapping the whole way around her index.

"Hiya Mason. I'm Jenny, nice to meet you." She cooed gently at him, bouncing him up and down. Soft whines came from behind the breathing support he was on, as though he was trying to talk back to Jenny. I smiled brightly as I watched this, although my smile soon diminished when I recalled this wasn't mine and Jenny's child. I wished it was though.

Around five minutes later, Laura took the white and blue onesie I had purchased out of the bag. "Do one of you want to put this on him?" She peered between the two of us. I bit my lip and nodded, taking it from her.

"Yeah, I'll do." I quietly said, pulling up a seat next to Jenny. She smiled as she moved him into my arms, my breath hitching when I felt his skin touch mine. As cautiously as I could, I removed the blanket from around his frail body, handing it to Jenny. I skilfully got the onesie on him quite quickly, I had done it so many times with Arabella, I was a professional at dressing babies.

I admired him once he was dressed, smiling softly when I saw even the premature size was far too large on him. I rolled up the sleeves, finding his hands and pulling them out. His little feet were not in the socks of the onesie, instead, sitting three quarters of the way up the leg.

"He's so small." I whispered, glancing between the two girls who were watching me with a smile.

"Bad size choice." Jenny teased.

"It was the smallest the shop had." I chuckled.

I just sat for a while then, watching everything he did, from the way his eyelids flickered, his nostrils flared and he made a fist of his hands every so often. I found each and every move he made, so endearing. Although, I couldn't shake the though I had at the pit of my stomach. As much as I was enjoying holding him and spending this time bonding with him, I couldn't help but remember how I felt the first time I held Arabella. I felt that bond with her immediately, I knew I never wanted to let her go. But as I held him...I didn't want to admit it, but it just didn't feel the same way. Something was amiss, but I didn't know what that was.

...

A few days later, Mason was getting stronger and was due to be discharged from the hospital in the following days. Laura had gotten home a few days prior and we sent off for a paternity test. I still may not want to believe I am the father, but I want it written in black and white before I admit I am the father.

Joanna had come with Jenny today and she was meeting Mason for the first time. Arabella still hadn't met him but I did not want her to meet him until I knew he was one hundred per cent her brother. There was no need to bemuse a two year old with the idea of having a brother before attempting to explain to her he's not, if the case may be.

Laura came in a while after we had arrived, handing me a piece of paper. "What's this?" I questioned, peering at the folded piece of paper in my hand.

"The paternity results." She told me and my heart began to palpitate while Jenny's eyes widened.

"Why aren't they in an envelope?" I questioned.

"Stop asking stupid questions and just look at them." She rolled her eyes. I bit on my lip while Joanna and Jenny stood behind me, peering over my shoulder to watch as I unfolded the paper. I felt as though my whole world stopped for a moment as my mind scanned through the page as quickly as it could, attempting to discern what it said.

"You're the father." Jenny quietly spoke while I felt puke rise in my throat.

"I'm the father." I unsurely said. Joanna took the page from my hand and examined it for a few minutes before handing it back to me. When I glanced over at her she was glowering at Laura, eyeing her suspiciously. She shook her head at her when Laura looked to her before grabbing her coat and leaving the room.

I folded up the paper again and walked over to the incubator, placing my hand against the glass as I peered inside at the little boy laying there. I knew what the results said, they were telling me I was his father, as was my brain, but my heart was telling me something else. I couldn't shake the feeling, the feeling I also got as I held this little boy. Something just didn't feel right.

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