Niall's POV

Jenny was at work and I was home alone with Arabella and Mason. It was his first time in this house and I was more than anxious to say the least. I was so unprepared, all I had was some of Bella's old bits, such as her basinet, rocker and toys. I literally, had no room set up for him. Although, he's probably only going to be here Friday until Sunday so what we have, for now anyway, will do just fine.

I watched him as he lay in my arms, gurgling behind his fingers. I still could not believe I was holding my son. I was happy when we had Arabella, our little princess, but I did always long for a son - you know, to be the fatherly figure he needs. Teach him how to play football (and golf), and when he's old enough I'll teach him how to drive and buy him his first beer.

Each time I held this little boy, I had to shake off the feeling I got. I recall my first few weeks with Arabella, I got this feeling, of pride and happiness because she was little girl. My child, and she felt like my child. I felt the connection. Although, when I held him, I couldn't help but feel as though we don't share the same connection. I felt terrible, but something was just amiss.

I didn't know if it was because he wasn't mine and Jenny's baby. Possibly, I may have felt like this because when Arabella was made, she was made out of love. But Mason...he wasn't made out of love. He was made out of lust.

That shouldn't make it feel any different though, because he is still as much my child as Arabella is but I couldn't help how I was feeling. I just hoped the feeling wore off.

I placed him in Bella's old rocker and went to make him a bottle of milk. When I returned, Bella was attempting to cuddle him, although failing profusely because of the awkward position. "Aw," I cooed. "Do you want to give him a cuddle?" I asked her and she shied away. She gave a timorous nod with her hands behind her back, giggling quietly to herself.

"C'mere then." I patted the space next to me. I told her to sit back against the cushions and once she did I gently placed Mason on her lap. Her face immediately lit up as I took her arms and put them in the appropriate positions. Smiling fondly as I watched her, I took out my phone and snapped a photo.

"Do you like him?" I questioned, to which she nodded.

"Sometimes." She mumbled then. "Not when he take my daddy." She told me which made me coo quietly.

I suddenly felt quite bad because I had been spending a lot of time in the hospital with Mason while he was in hospital. I felt obliged to. I could see why Arabella could feel neglected, considering I hadn't been spending as much time at home. I just felt as though I was letting everybody else down; Arabella, for not being here as much with her. Mason, because if I wasn't with him I felt bad for the little squid lying in hospital on his own. And of course Jenny, for doing this to her and bringing another child into the world that isn't ours.

Mason began to cry then, stopping my train of thoughts. It made both Bella and I jump. She began to cry then as well, not understanding why he was crying. "Daddy." She cried as I took him onto my lap to feed him, assuming that's what he was demanding.

Once he got the bottle he stopped crying but Bella didn't. "Daddy." She whimpered again, holding her hands out to me. I knew she wanted to be picked up but I didn't have enough hands to do so.

"Bell, here, come sit here." I patted my other leg which had room for another child. It's not like Mason took up much room on my lap anyway, he still only weighed just over five pounds.

"Up." She held her hands out to me.

"Bella, I am not an octopus, my hands are slightly occupied, come sit here." I told her, gesturing to the space again. She cried harder and slipped off the couch, running past my legs and out of the room. I groaned quietly, shaking my head. God, I can't seem to do anything right these days.

"Arabella Grace Johnson Horan." I called as I stood up. I skilfully held Mason and his bottle in one hand before going on the search for her. I knew her hiding spots by now, either her play house, under the table in her playroom or the cubbyhole under the stairs. I checked each of those places and frowned when I couldn't find her.

I made my way upstairs when I saw the baby gate wasn't shut. Searching all the rooms upstairs, I finally found her in mine and Jenny's room. She was in our bed cuddling her snuggie and sucking on her thumb, self pacifying herself. I automatically felt ten times worse than I already did.

"Bella, what are you doing up here?" I questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed with Mason. She just pointed to him using her index finger and buried her face in the covers again. I bit on my lip and debated what to do.

Lying down, I gently placed Mason on the other side of her after setting down some pillows. I lay down next to Arabella before I pulled her to my chest and used my spare hand to hold the bottle for Mason. She immediately turned around and buried her face in my chest, sniffling quietly.

"You know I love you." I whispered to her.

"Love -oo." She mumbled to me behind her thumb. I smiled softly, feeling as though I was doing something right for once.

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Jenny's POV

When I arrived home from work the house was silent. I frowned slightly, putting down my bag and walking to the living room. There was nobody in the room but there sure was a mess.

I walked upstairs, peering in our room door. I smiled softly when I saw what I was met with; Niall cuddling Arabella, his arm hanging over her holding a bottle next to Mason. All three of them were sleeping soundly.

I took a picture before walking over and placing a blanket over Niall and Bella. I leaned down, kissing Niall's forehead gently before leaving the room.

Downstairs, I began making dinner, not realising there were tears in my eyes until my vision blurred. I guess coming home and seeing Niall with Arabella and his and Laura's child just really hits home.

I was ready to have another child with him, but we couldn't now. Not when he had a newborn baby. We couldn't be bringing another one into the world. I think that is the part of this that hurt the most. I just wished it was our kid, not his and Laura's.

I jumped a little when I could hear him crying from upstairs. I bit on my lip and slowly walked upstairs, hoping Niall would wake up first so I would't have to tend to him. When I entered the bedroom he had stopped crying and was just lying wriggling around, Niall and Bella next to him still fast asleep.

I hesitantly picked his tiny body up and carried him out of the room. I thought if he was going to be here a lot from now on, I'd best get used to helping with him.

I changed him downstairs and then rocked him gently in my arms, attempting to lull him back to sleep.

As I watched him, I smiled softly. He was a cute little boy, with blue eyes and a little dainty nose. He didn't resemble Niall though, not like Arabella did at this age. Although, I guess you could argue with me that all babies look the same at this age.

I took a deep breath as I watched him finally close his eyes. I gently placed him in his bassinet only to have him start wailing again. He was certainly a demanding baby.

"Let him cry it out, he'll be grand." Joanna's voice said from behind me which made me jump.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that." I placed a hand over my heart before leaning down and giving Mason a pacifier.

"Oh, you're just easily scared." She rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the couch. I took a seat next to her, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Have you come to tell me what you were talking about the other day?" I raised my eyebrows at her to which she sighed quietly.

"Yes, actually." She said, picking at her nails. "I know it's not really my place. But at the same time, I can't keep this from you." She quietly told me and I suddenly grew worried.

"What is it?" I questioned quietly, taking a seat next to her and peering down at her slightly worried.

"Have you guy still got the paternity test?" She questioned to which I nodded. "Well, could you go get it please?" She asked. I nodded again before standing up and going to retrieve it from the kitchen where it was along with all our other letters.

"Here." I handed it to her. She unfolded it and eyed it up and down, reading through it again. "What is it?" I asked her.

"Do you find anything odd about this?"

"Well, it says Niall's the father." I mumbled.

"No, I mean about the actual document itself." She said to which I shrugged.

"No. Why?"

"Well, look, here's a sample of a real paternity test." She told me, opening her bag and handing me a piece of paper. "We got these in law school. Part of an exam was to distinguish whether or not the documents were real." She told me and my eyes widened, my heart beginning to beat faster when I came to realisation what she was attempting to tell me.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked her as I read through the sample document.

"Spot the difference." She handed me the one Laura had given Niall. She sat back on the couch and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Joanna, this isn't a game. Just bloody tell me already." I snapped, growing a little irritated, which wasn't quite fair on her considering she was only trying to help me. I guess I was just quite done with the situation.

"Look, there's a stamp from the hospital on the sample document, where's the stamp on the one Laura gave Niall?" She raised her eyebrows at me. I examined the two documents before glancing back at her.

"It's not there." I quietly responded, a small smile tugging at the side of my lips.

"Yes. And it's meant to have the signature of the doctor who preformed the procedure. Where's that?" She questioned.

"That's not there either." I said, looking between the two documents in my hand before smiling softly. "So wait, is this document fake?" I asked.

"I don't know, but it sure seems like it." She told me.

"How would she fake it like this?"

"Well, she didn't do it very well, did she?" Joanna chuckled and so did I. "I would say she did get a paternity test. I think that's where she copied this one from, just changing some of the details. And obviously, she didn't have the hospital stamp and wasn't smart enough to remember the signature."

"Or an envelope." I mumbled.

"True." Joanna nodded.

"Maybe she didn't get a paternity though and this is why she faked it." I suggested. "That like she was too scared to actually find out if Niall was the father because she did put it off a lot." I told her.

"Well, I guess that's something we're going to have to find out." Joanna shrugged.

"Wait, if it's not Niall's child, then who's baby is that?" I glanced over at the sleeping baby in the bassinet.

"God only knows." Joanna grumbled.

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