{SEQUEL TO I WANT TO BE MRS HORAN} - You are adviced to read IWTBMH before reading this story or it won't make any sense to you. The story at the external link :) Story rated PG13 for language and words used.

Prologue

"Megan baby," I called out through the door, "I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen," she called out back, yelling from in the kitchen.

I was about to walk towards the kitchen when Amy suddenly appeared in front of me. "Momma is not a baby. The baby hasn’t come out yet," she said with arms folded against her chest.

"Alright, your highness," I said playfully and bow. Amy giggled and then dragged me by the hand to the kitchen.

"Hmmm, what is it that smells so good in here?" I asked the moment I entered the kitchen.

"Fettuccine," Megan answered simply before coming over to where Amy and I were standing.

"Hello baby," I greeted as I engulfed her in my arms.

"Hello," she said and pecked my lips. I kissed her on both cheeks in return. I heard Amy muttered something like 'eww' before walking away. She had grown up and becoming a little much more mature and bossy too now.

"How's the baby today?" I asked as I knelt down and kissed her belly. It was bigger now that it's been 7 months.

"She's been good. Not naughty, not cranky. Perfect," Megan answered me. We finally knew the gender of the baby at the 5th month. I kissed her belly once more before getting up.

I helped her prepare the dinner. It was like a routine. I didn't want her to get too tired but she always insisted on doing the house chores. I ever suggested getting a maid but Megan never agreed to it. At the end, we only managed to get a security guard, stationed at the front of the mansion. Megan still never agreed to it but this time, I insisted. Furthermore, I would always be away due to the acoustic album tour. Luckily, it was only tour within the UK for the current year. I wouldn't have to worry much if Megan happened to suddenly need to give birth.

"Can you please get the orange juice out?" Megan asked me once she was already seated at the dining table.

"Sure baby," I smiled and walked to the kitchen. My phone vibrated in my back pocket as I was getting the jug out of the fridge. I reached for it and read the new text message.

'Baby, I've missed you.'