Curiosity 2

Curiosity killed the cat, but did satisfaction bring actually bring it back?

Sequel to Curiosity.
Mature Content, Language, Violence.
Read at own risk, and don't you dare steal my ideas.


15. Bang Boom




"Ou, he he he ou ou." I breathed. This being pregnant thing is getting to be almost too much. I'm nearing my due date and I just don't want to be pregnant anymore. 

It was the middle of July and New York couldn't be any more hotter than today. It was almost 35 degrees out and I was panting like a dog, everything was sticking to me and I wanted nothing more than to be in a icebath pool. "Niall!" I screamed, he wasn't listening. I began to think he snuck off to without me knowing. 

After the funeral for Dana, we decided to leave the city and move further from Central Park and into the, sort of, country side of New York. It's a bit quieter, and no knows where we are. Niall got an actual job working with some Construction company, which pays a lot, probably not as much as he was getting with Jax, but almost enough. 

We bought a big house, I don't usually like big, but as soon as I seen this one I knew we had to get it. It has the bricks in the front, two car garage and two pillars outside the front entrance. And the inside was amazing. There was even a huge front and back yard for Ella, and the baby whenever it comes. 

I can't decide if I want to find out the sex of the baby, people have been pressuring me to do it, but I kind of want it to be a surprise. Every time I go in for a checkup, my doctor asks if I wanna know, I always shake my head and she just says "next time." 
Ella started to bark and that's when I knew Niall was home, my heart started to race as I tried so hard to get up. My belly was getting in the way, I still had two months left but I looked like I was having triplets. "Baby?" I heard his voice call through the house. I heard his keys hit the counter and him talking to Ella as he was probably petting the excited dog. 

I heard him come up the stairs, I was still trying to get out of bed. I had an appointment today to check up on the baby, make sure it's growing well, nothing's wrong and blah blah blah. "Niall." I whined like a baby and he ran into the room, helping me sit up. "Ugh, I don't want to be pregnant anymore." I said, laying my head on his shoulder. He just laughed at my childishness and sat on the bed beside me. "I might ask for the sex of the baby."


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On Jun 7, 2015, at 2:24 AM, Deanna Gallant wrote:

He got a huge smile on his face, making me giggle and blush. "Really?" He asked, excitment clear on his face. I nodded my head, "Well let's get you up then." He laughed a little and stood in front of me, helping me up and taking me to the stairs. I breathed in deep, one hand on my stomach and the other on the railing. I loved how patient Niall was with me. 

"I literally feel like I'm labour." I complained. I haven't complained the whole pregnacy, but these last two months have had me bedridden. I was out of breath by the time we got down the stairs, Niall told me just to wait until he opened the door. I seen him run out and open the passenger side door also before coming in and getting me. He helped me climb up into the SUV and he ran around. I was trying to buckle myself in, but it wasn't going too well. My stomach was in the way, as usual, I just wanted to cry. "Niall.." I whined again whenever he got in the car beside me. "Help me?" I smiled and he laughed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked whenever he buckled me in and buckled himself in, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. 

"Pregnant." Was all I  said and he laughed, nodding his head and stopping at a red light. I was clutching my stomach every time we stopped, I felt like this baby was about to fall out. I still have two months, I don't know what's going on down there. 

I laid my head back on the seat and Niall's hand rested on my lap. I smiled as we drove to the doctor's office, I was sort of excited to see what I was going to be having. 



"So, you're ready to know the sex?" We had a different OBGYN today, our usual one was on vacation.  I nodded my head and the doctor lifted the gown up and placed the hot gel on my stomach. He pushed it down on my belly, making me giggle. Niall was watching intensly, hands on his mouth as he waited impatiently to know what we were having. "When did you say your due date was?" He asked. 

I looked at Niall and we both raised an eyebrow at each other. "September 12?" I said, not sure why he was asking this. 

"Ah.." He looked around a bit more. "Want the good news?" He asked.

"Wait, there's bad news?" Niall asked, now standing up and going over towards me. 

"Well," the doctor said and turned up the monitor. "You're listening to the sound of a beautiful  baby girl." 

"And the bad news?" I asked, starting to panic. 

"Have you been experiencing any.. discomfort? Maybe sharp pains in your lower abdom?" I looked at him, nodding my head. "Extreme pain? Almost like it's enough to make you throw up, like you're going into labour?" 

"Yeah, but isn't that normal? I've only got two months left?" 

He just looked at me. "I'm going to scope you." He said and he put my legs up, Niall watched him, getting jealous. After he stuck the scope up me and touched around a little, he came up. "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Horan-"

"We're not married." I correted and he winked at Niall, Niall just smiled. 

"You're about, approximately, three hours away from giving birth to your baby." I choked, like actually on my breath. Shooting myself up and looking at the doctor like he's gone mad. Niall blinked, a lot, and didn't say anything. "I hope you're ready. You need to go to the hospital right now." 

"But, our OBGYN is on vacation? Who's going to deliver the baby?" 

"Guess it's going to have to be me." He shrugged. How could someone fuck up a due date? By TWO months at that! We were ready as in, diapers, clothes and all that,  the baby room wasn't painted becaues we didn't know what we were having until now. But we were defiantly not ready for this baby right now, not at all ready. 

The doctor left the room for me to get dressed and to get ready. I wanted at least one more night at home? We didn't even have anything packed for the baby to go in? "Niall, I want to go home. I don't think I'm in labour because I'm not in extreme pain right now." 

"I'll talk to him." He said and helped me pull my shirt on. Niall walked out and I sat back on the bed to wait for him to come back in. I rubbed my belly and wondered what I was going to name her.  "He said to go home, but even the slightest  discomfort, call him and go to the hospital." Niall said as he walked in and I nodded. He helped me out to the car and held my hand while we drove home. "So I was thinking." He said and I looked over at him, leaning my head against the head of the seat. "Since my back ground is Irish, what about the name Aoife?" 

"Like pronounced, ee-fa?" I asked and he nodded. 

"It was really popular back in the day, plus my mother told me that was going to be my name if I was to turn out to be a girl, which I was suppose to be." He giggled and I laughed. "We don't have to, I just really liked the name." He shrugged. 

"What if it was suppose to be a boy?" I asked in a giggled. 

"Never really thought of it, I wanted a girl so I prayed for one."

"Why?" I asked, it's always interesting listening to Niall go on about things that he loves or wants. He gives you sort of a back ground of it. 

"I've always been in love with the idea of 'Daddy's Girl'. Ya know? I think it's so cute seeing little girls with their dads and their screaming 'daddy' for him to look what they're doing. Plus I've read a long time ago that a girls first love is their father, and that a girl is most likely to marry a guy who is like her dad." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"You're not like my dad?" I questioned. 

"If you think about it enough, I am." I looked at him. "Never mind, that's something you can do on your own time. How are you feeling?" 

"Good, just nervous." He smiled at me and rubbed his thumb in a circle. I was starring at him for a long time, I didn't even realize. "I love you." I said to him, he looked over at me and squeezed my hand before telling me that he loves me too.

Lights shinning in my face and the sound of a car alarm, air bags popping in my face and Niall screaming my name were the last things I rememeber hearing before I heard nothing more at all. 
I was suppose to be in labour right now and we had just gotten into a car crash. 

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