Niall's POV

I peered between everyone standing in the room, gauging their reactions. Each person seemed to be as much in shock as I was. I glanced down at Mason who was in my arms, peering up at me with his blue orbs glistening in the light. I felt a pang in my heart before I set him down in his bassinet.

"What do you mean, Andrew?" Andrew questioned, pointing a finger at himself.

"I mean you're the father." She smiled at him, making his expression drop.

"Why would you lie about something like this you sick bitch." I spat at her. She just shrugged, a sick smile still igniting her features.

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" Jenny inquired, looking between everyone. "Last time I checked, Andrew was gay."

"Yeah, and she reminded me exactly why I am gay." He grumbled under his breath, making both mine and Jenny's eyes widen.

"What?" We both simultaneously exclaimed.

"Did you two sleep together?" Jenny questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah." Laura chuckled, while Andrew shuffled on his feet.

"I didn't finish." He grumbled.

"Andrew, your finished product is lying over there!' I exclaimed, gesturing to the bassinet where Mason was gurgling with his fingers in his mouth.

"Well, I don't remember." He folded his arms.

"That's because you were stupid drunk." Laura added.

"Oh my God, what the fuck is going on." Jenny grumbled under her breath, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head.

"So let me get this straight, you cheated on me with my ex-wife's gay best friend and got pregnant, told me the baby was mine when it's not?!" I exclaimed, shaking my head incredulously at her.

"Are you sure we are talking about the right Andrew?" Jenny questioned.

"Yeah, it was at a staff party, got drunk and things happened." Laura told us, which had me wanting to slap myself for being so stupid.

"Jenny, have you got any other Andrew's as staff?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at her. I looked to Andrew who was now shuffling awkwardly on his feet, not looking as though he really knew what to do.

"You know, I think I might need to check." She said as Andrew's face flushed. "Well Niall, least I know you weren't kidding when you said you always used protection." Jenny chuckled which only earned a glare from me. There was a time for jokes and now was not one of them.

"How could you cheat on me? You were going to fucking marry me after betraying me?!' I exclaimed, suddenly getting angry at Laura. I wasn't angry because she cheated on me, I think I was more angry because I thought he was my child; I loved him.

"I was going to tell you but I knew you'd leave me and I didn't think he was the father at first. I didn't want to hurt you when it wasn't necessary." She told me which only enraged me even more.

"You didn't want to hurt me? But you've lied to me for the last month that he's my son when he's not!" I yelled, suddenly getting extremely vexed.

"Niall, calm down." Jenny came behind me, holding me by the elbows.

"No, how the fuck can I calm down? She is fucked up and this situation is fucked up." I said, my voice cracking a little as I spoke.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done it but I didn't think Andrew wanted people to know about what we did either." She shrugged.

"So you thought to save Andrew's ego you would lie to me about having a son? How fucked up are you?!"

"I thought he was yours up until I got the paternity." She told me. "Honestly, I had forgotten about Andrew and I and it wasn't until I got the results I realised the timing."

"Just leave." I shook my head at her. "Leave and never speak to me again." I spat, glaring at her.

"Niall, I'm sorry, I-"

"You can't justify this! You are sick in the fucking head, just leave!" I yelled, quite exasperated.

"I know but-"

"No! I sat next to that little boy's incubator holding his hand! I cuddled him each day, I watched him grow stronger. Then I brought him to my house, with my wife to be and my other child. I loved this little boy with all my heart and now you're telling me I was loving someone else's son as my own?!"

"Laura, just go." Jenny shook her head at her. I glanced around the room and realised Andrew had left amidst all the shouting that had been going on, nobody had even noticed. I just shook my head and shot Laura a glower as she picked up Mason and quickly left the room.

As I watched her leave I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. My eyes filled with tears before I just shook my head again in disbelief, running upstairs and locking myself in the bathroom.

How could someone do this to me? Lie to me and let me love a child who wasn't even mine. I knew from the beginning something was amiss as I was holding him, I thought it was because he wasn't made out of love and because I didn't want him at the beginning.

I didn't want him, I didn't want to love him either. But as I held that little life in my arms, as I watched him strengthen and grow, I learned to love him.

I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. "Niall?" It was Jenny's voice. I sat still, hoping if I was quiet she would just go away. I just wanted to be on my own to drown in my own sorrows right now. I didn't need her knowing how weak I am as well.

"Niall, let me in. Come on." She sighed, attempting to open the door. I sighed quietly and stood up, knowing she was only trying to help. Unlocking the door I shuffled forward, allowing her to open the door just enough for her to slip her body inside.

She smiled sympathetically at me before shutting the door and sitting down next to me. She sat silently for a few moments, placing her hand atop mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and I soon leaned my cheek against the top of her head. Taking her hand in mine and squeezing gently, we sat in silence for some moments. Neither of us had to speak to communicate. The silent hand squeezing mine back was saying 'I'm sorry people are so shitty, but we'll get through this'.

"Are you okay?" She questioned after some moments, playing with my fingers gently.

"I really just don't know what to think." I shook my head, blinking hastily to stop any tears from slipping out.

"I know. I honestly can't even begin to comprehend how you're feeling right now." She sighed, reaching up and running a hand through my hair. "I'm not even going to pretend to know. This is shitty, people are shitty and I'm so sorry that bitch is putting you through this."

In that moment I smiled softly, Jenny always knows how to make me feel better. Sometimes you don't need someone to tell you they know how you feel, and that they understand. Sometimes all you need is someone to agree with you, agree that this situation is shitty.

I sat upright and rubbed at my eyes, sighing quietly. "I didn't want him to begin with. I didn't want to ruin what we had, telling myself I was a horrible person for doing this to you." I quietly said.

"I knew you didn't purposely do it." She assured me.

"I thought I could never love him, I never wanted him before he was born." I told her, looking to the ground as I spoke. "But then I held him." My voice cracked as I spoke, going high pitched. My eyes filled with tears and I swallowed the lump growing in my throat.

"I held that little boy and sat next to his incubator, watching him grow. I was there as much as I could have been. I thought I was holding my son." I finally glanced up at Jenny with watery eyes. She smiled sadly and just rubbed the back of my hand soothingly. "I loved him." I almost inaudibly spoke before just allowing the tears to stream down my face.

Although normally, I would feel 'unmanly' crying, in that moment, I didn't care. I was too hurt and all I wanted was Jenny's comfort which I soon received in the form of a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and allowed me to rest my head on her chest.

"I know you loved him. I saw it every time you held him and how you cared for him. You were so good with him, I was so proud of you." She told me. "It pained me to tell you about the paternity test. I knew it would break your heart." She quietly spoke, running a delicate hand through my hair.

"I just thought I finally had a son." I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. "I was so happy to finally have one and now it's just..." I sighed, not finishing my sentence.

"Maybe I could give you a little boy sometime." She smiled at me. I smiled too and wiped the residue of tears from my eyes.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." I nodded.

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I woke up before Jenny did, sighing quietly as I rolled over and saw it was only six in the morning. I didn't have a good nights sleep and I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now either.

Standing up with a sigh, I walked downstairs to make myself a cup of tea. As I waited for the kettle to boil I slowly walked into the living room. I glanced around the room, observing all the baby items scattered around the room, the ones I thought I was going to be using for my son. Instead, after breakfast I was going to have to endure the tedious task of putting all these items back where I had gotten them just a matter of days ago when we brought him home. I was quite dubious to do so.

I perched myself on the edge of the sofa, picking up the blue and white onesie I had purchased for Mason the day he was born. My fingers delicately traced over the little bears on the onesie. When I first dressed him in this, it was far too large on him. Although, it finally fit him a month later. I literally watched him grow into it.

I felt my eyes fill with tears so I quickly threw the onesie into the bassinet, standing up and exiting the room hastily. I shook my head as I entered the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island. I screwed my eyes shut, allowing tears to stream down my face.

I slammed my fist against the countertop in a fit of anger. Angry at myself for being so stupid, for falling in love with a little boy who wasn't mine, for believing he was mine for so long without questioning it.

I was angry at myself for being upset over this. I shouldn't be upset, I should be happy because I don't have to worry about Jenny hurting anymore. This was what I wanted at the beginning, for it all not to be real, a big lie. Now that it is, I'm not happy because I'm the one who's hurting now.

My body jolted when the kettle clicked, indicating it was ready boiling. I stood up straight, wiping my eyes as I walked over and took a mug out of the cupboard. Just as I thought I was done crying, my eyes were met with the baby bottles which were inside the cupboard. Not Arabella's, but blue ones, the ones intended to be used for my son.

Reaching forward and taking one in a shaking hand, I peered at it, before flinging it across the room. I watched as it collided with the wall and fell to the ground with a clatter. I knew it had cracked but I didn't care. It's not like the bottle was needed anymore when I had no son to drink from it.

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