Don't Let Me Go ~ N.H.

NINE MONTHS LATER

A lot has happened in the last nine months. Sam got pregnant by Ed Sheeran, but Zayn had a change of heart and decided to let her stay with him. She’s nine months pregnant with a baby girl.

The twins are now almost three years old and as rambunctious as ever. They’re already learning how to read and write and have “written” on the mansion walls numerous times. Niall and I have decided not to have sex until after we’re married.

Aubrey and I are now on our own headlining tour, with a country singer named Hunter Hayes opening. As for Cherry Chapstick, they’re on a world tour with a one-man band called Passenger.

One Direction have just wrapped up the US leg of their “Take Me Home” tour with an Australian band called 5 Seconds of Summer opening. Niall jokes that he wants to join 5 Seconds of Summer because they’re so good.

Today is mine and Niall’s wedding day. The twins are joint flower girls, and Sam and Aubrey are my bridesmaids. Ashton Irwin is Niall’s best man.

Aubrey and Sam were putting the finishing touches on my dress when there was a knock at the door. Knowing it was Daddy, I said, “Come in!”

Daddy came in and gasped when he saw Ariel and Rebekah. “Well, don’t you girls look cute in your matching white dresses!” he commented.

“What do you say to Grandpa, girls?” I asked.

“Fankoo!” Ariel said.

“Rebekah?”

“Fankoo!” Rebekah said.

“You’re very welcome! Well, the limo’s waiting! Come on!” Daddy said.

Aubrey and I helped Sam out to the limo while Daddy carried the twins. Once we were in the limo and on our way to the church, Sam stated that the baby was kicking.

I rubbed her belly. “Yeah, I know you want out, but at least wait until after the wedding, okay?” I said to the baby inside Sam.

But it was no use. I felt the baby kick harder than ever and saw a wet spot forming underneath Sam. “Sam, your water’s breaking!” I exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Your water broke! You’re in labor!” I rapped on the window, and the driver rolled it down. “Take us to the hospital! My friend’s having a baby!” I turned to Sam as the driver took a detour to the hospital. “Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll call Zayn and tell him to meet us at the hospital.”

I whipped out my cell phone and called Zayn. He answered on the second ring.

“Zayn, it’s Carlie. Meet us at the hospital; Sam’s having her baby!”

“Holy mirrors, now?!” he freaked.

“Yes, now! And call Ed Sheeran while you’re at it.”

“Right. See you there!”

“Bye.”

~~~~~

Sam’s POV

“Keep pushing, Miss Reeder! It’s almost out!” the doctor coached as I pushed.

I pushed until I heard the baby crying. “It’s a girl!” the doctor said. He gave her to the nurse, who weighed and measured her and wrapped her up in a pink blanket.

The baby had red hair, blue eyes, and little freckles on her cheeks.

“She’s so pretty,” Ed said.

“She’s more than pretty; she’s beautiful,” Zayn added. “What do you wanna name her, love?”

“Well, she has red hair, so I’ll name her Ginger,” I said. “Ginger Ann Malik.”

By now, Ed has gotten used to the fact that the baby’s last name would be Malik instead of Sheeran, so he didn’t complain.

After we all got turns holding Ginger, the doctor took her to the nursery.

~~~~~

Carlie’s POV

The next day, we were finally able to get on with the wedding.

“Do you, Carlie Jennings, take Niall Horan to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the preacher asked.

“I do,” I said.

“And do you, Niall Horan, take Carlie Jennings to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Niall said.

“By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Niall and I kissed just like the first time.

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