"Jesus Christ." You grab some string from your drawer and turn your bedroom light on.
"I literally cannot believe I've gotten to the point where I have to do this." You say to Niall who's laying in bed watching a golf tournament on the television.
"My that means the baby's growing darling." You sigh and tie the string around your button.
"I know Ni but I'm just so fat. I'm shocked I can even get in and out the door."
"Baby, come here." Niall removes his legs from the bed and you walk over to him, standing in between his legs.
He then tries to pull you down on his legs but you don't budge.
"I don't want to break your legs." You whisper , feeling the tears coming in your eyes.
"You won't, trust me." He pulls you on to his lap and brushes your hair out of your eyes.
"You're amazing and I'm mesmerized by your beauty even when you're pregnant. Don't keep pulling yourself down because you are truly a work of art and I'm blessed to have you and our child in my life." You grin at him and kiss his lips.
"You really mean that?" You rub your thumb up and down Niall's cheek.
"I promise you I do."
