*Grace's P.O.V*
The familiar tinge of metallic starting rising up my throat and I bolted out of bed to the bathroom just making it to the toilet in time. I was not going to be sorry to see the morning sickness go. I flush the toilet and brush my teeth getting rid of the taste of last nights dinner from my mouth.

I could still hear Niall's snores coming from our bed as my escape obviously hasn't roused him in the slightest. I switched the shower onto cold and removed my shirt and panties before climbing in. The cold water spilled down over my body awaking my pores and easing my still aching tummy.

I slowly wash my hair taking extra care to massage my headache away before switching the water off and wrapping a towel around me.

I walk back into the bedroom and Niall is still snoring away. Sighing at my growing stomach I stare at myself in the mirror while I towel dry my hair. I can not wait until I'm back in my own clothes and wearing high heels again. The maternity clothes were ok but I didn't feel like me wearing them. It was like I was wearing someone else's clothes.

I throw my clothes on and finish my makeup before walking around the bed to Niall's side and sitting down gently next to him.

'Good morning darling.' I say trying to put my best Irish accent on and giving him a kiss.

Niall lets out a groan from deep in his throat and smiles at me. 'Never do that accent again.'

I laugh and give him another kiss. 'Get up. It's time for breakfast.'

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I pour Niall's Lucky Charms into a bowl and place them on the table waiting for him to add his milk. Very stereotypical I know but Niall is obsessed with them and I'm sure if I wasn't around to cook for him he would happily live off of them.

I set to work making my own breakfast of strawberries, banana and blueberries with some yogurt. Two arms wrap around me and rest on my bump as I'm cutting.

'Good morning gorgeous.' Niall murmurs in my ear.

I place all my chopped fruit into a bowl and turn around to face Niall who is only wearing his favourite pair of sweatpants.

'Looking stunning as always Niall.' I wink at him and sit down next to where Niall's bowl is sat.

Niall takes his place next to me and starts flicking through the sports section as he pours his milk onto his cereal. When Niall finally decides on a story he wants to read he places his hand on my thigh and starts to eat his cereal.

I mirror his actions but instead of the normal tastes of the fruits in my bowl all I taste is metallic sick. I groan which causes Niall to look up from his paper.

'Everything I eat just tastes like crap.' I sulk as I stir my fruit round and round my bowl.

'Don't worry, you only have 4 months left.' Niall smiles at me and I let out another groan. 4 months is a long time.

'Are we still going baby shopping today?' I say as I try to take my mind of my terrible tasting breakfast.

'Sure.' Niall says half heartedly. Niall had been trying to avoid baby shopping for a long time but I had finally cornered him into doing it. I wonder what his sudden problem with it was. Maybe I could find out today.

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After a lot of arguing over what colour to paint the nursery we finally settled on a cream colour as Niall wanted green and I wanted pink. I know Niall is Irish but he needs to tone it down a bit I laugh to myself.

We park up outside the baby shop and Niall quickly runs round the car to open my door. I thank him but wish he wouldn’t act like I’m handicapped. I’m not even that fat yet.

Niall is silent as we walk around the small shop looking at cribs and moses baskets and it’s starting to make me feel uneasy.

‘Niall is everything alright?’ I ask as he eyes up the price of a lovely white cot.

‘Yea I’m fine. Have you seen how exensive these are Grace?’ Niall asks shocked.

‘I know but it’s fine because we can afford it. I have the money from the sale of the flat.’ I say pulling him to a stop when I realise this is what has been unsettling him.

‘We shouldnt have to depend on you Grace. I’m trying to pick up more fights but Ian won’t let me until he can see I can handle.’ Niall looks away dissapointed but I pull his face back round so he is looking into my eyes.

‘Niall it’s fine. You can just shower me in gifts when you do have a little bit more money coming in.’ I kiss him softly on the lips making him smile.

‘Now I want that white crib with the matching changing table and moses basket.’ I say pointing towards a beautiful white wooden crib.

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Stretching my legs out in front of me I wipe my painted hands down the front of one of Niall’s old shirts I’m wearing. Niall and I have just finished painting the room Samii stayed in and now Niall was determined to put the crib together all by himself telling me it was a man’s job.

I try and hide my laughter from Niall as he is getting more and more angry with the crib. His Irish accent adding to the comedy.

I start laughing harder until I start experiencing what feels like muscle twitches in my stomach. I place my hands on my tummy and there is no doubt that my little girl is kicking.

‘Niall.’ Niall looks towards my direction and instantly looks worried.

‘Baby whats the matter?’ Niall is by me in an instance holding the hand.

‘I think our baby just kicked.’ I smile at him.

‘Oh my god. Are you ok? Is the baby ok?’ Niall panics slightly

‘Shut up and give me your hand.’ I say snatching his hand and placing it over where the muscle twitches are coming from.

Niall’s face instantly lights up when he feels the twitches and he looks at me. ‘That’s my baby.’