New Walls (Sequel To Crumbling Walls)

Mariella's wall isn't crumbling anymore, thanks to her boyfriend Niall and all of her friends. But what will they do when Mariella becomes pregnant at 17? And what will they do when a close friend follows in her footsteps?
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7. Pictures and Purple


 Mariella's P.O.V.

*6 Weeks Later*

Ni and I are driving to my weekly ultrasound when Niall brings up the question that has started little arguments between couples since the beginning of time.

"Which do you think hurts more-giving birth, or getting kicked in the balls?"

"Giving birth, no doubt!" I answer, knowing we will be debating for a while. 

"I don't think so. When you get kicked in the balls, you feel it in your gut." he says, patting his stomach.

"That's way less painful than childbirth, Ni!"

"Oh really?"

"Okay. Imagine-squeezing a watermelon out of your arse." I challenge. He cringes, then shudders.

"All right, case closed. You win this round babe." he closes, kissing me on the cheek as he turns into the parking lot.

Whenever I walk into the office (or anywhere for that matter) I feel a wave of judgement and false assumptions hit me like a smack in the face. They think all kinds of terrible things about me because I'm a pregnant teen. When I sit down, I look at my baby bump. At 2 months, my stomach is bigger than most people's at this stage, but I don't think much of it. 

"Mariella Northington, the doctor will see you now." a nurse calls from the office. I don't need help getting up, but I know I will soon. When we arrive to the office, the doctor has a hint of surprise hidden in her smile-maybe from my age, or my size, or both. I lay down on the bed and roll up my shirt to where my bra ends. 

"Okay then, let's get started." the doctor says, turning on the ultrasound machine. She hands Niall the jelly as she walks to the light switch and Niall makes a smiley face on my belly. Even though I'm pretty sure they keep that stuff on ice, I can't help but laugh. The doctor puts the camera-thing on my stomach, revealing two tiny babies. Niall and I share a shocked expression.

"Twins?" I ask, not bothering to hide my surprise. "Twins!" I repeat, my tone transforming to pure joy.

"Would you like to know the gender of your babies?" the doctor asks.

"Yes please!" I almost squeal. Niall squeezes my hand as he fills to the brim with excitement like I already am. 

"Congratulations! They're both girls!" My heart flutters as I see Niall's eyes cloud with tears of joy.

"Yes! Ni, I told you I'd have a girl!" I exclaim, squeezing his hand as he laughs with me. "So, purple room?" I ask hopefully.

"Absolutely." he answers, kissing me.

"How many pictures do you want" the doctor asks.

"Hm. . . 10?" Niall asks. I nod, and the doctor hands us our photos. Niall and I walk out of the office, fingers intertwined and looking at our pictures in awe.

*1 Hour Later*

Niall and I drive back to the apartment, pick up Abby and Lou, and drive to Home Depot to pick out paint. When we get to the paint section, Abby and I run to the purples (I run as much as I can, being 2 months pregnant and all.) while Ni and Lou linger behind. We grab two purples that are a shade different from one another and show them to our boyfriends. 

"They're exactly the same!" Louis says, shrugging his shoulders.

"This one is darker than that one." Abby explains, gesturing from hers to mine.

"If you want the darker one, get the lighter one." Niall suggests. I take my "Lovely Lavender" swatch to the paint mixer. I return to them with the can of paint and paintbrushes.

When we got home, we start painting the room and end up painting ourselves. Niall starts it when he put some paint on my nose. I swing my brush at him and it splatters on Louis, who thinks it was Abby and paints on her arm. She does the same thing I did and hit Niall, who aims at her but hit Louis, who hit me, and we end up flinging our brushes everywhere except the walls. 

"Weren't we supposed to be painting the walls?" Abby asks,probably because she's the most purple. We all agree and go back to painting the room, still dabbing paint on each other from time to time.

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