Imagine :
"Push [ y/n ], push! C'mon, te can do it!"
yells the doctor.
"C'mon sweetie, push, push!"
Niall yells, squeezing your hand tightly.
You're pushing with all you're might. You're thinking to yourself 'Why do I have to go through this?' .
Then te think of the sweet, little baby girl that you'll get to hold for the first time. The baby girl that all you're attention will be going towards. The baby girl that will get to say te carried for 9 months. The baby girl that te will get to name. Then te picture Niall sitting in a rocking chair, Canto the baby a "Little Things" and rocking her to sleep.
'Push! Push! Push!'
'Why DO I have to go through all this?---Because it's all worth it.'
You're pushing and pushing and pushing and then--you hear the sound of a baby girls first cry out.
The cry of yours and Nialls baby.
"She's adorable!" says the doctor.
"Can I hold her?" te ask.
"Of course!' the doctor risposte handing her to you.
te may have carried her for 9 months but nothing compares to holding her for the first time in your arms.
Niall comes and sits down successivo to you.
"She's beautiful." Niall says, his voice shaky because he's on the verge of crying.
He kisses her on the forehead, than he does the same to you, on the lips.
"What are we going to name her?" he asks.
"Diana." te reply, smiling up at him.


TO BE CONTINUED....


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