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Comfort Inn Ending // Zayn Pt 3.//

A/N: Hey guys I know it has been a long time since I last updated this book. I wanted to thank the people who continued to do nothing but support this story. I feel so appreciated that people are still reading, still adding to their libraries. I've made many posts and now I feel like it is time for me to get back to what I do best, write. Thank you to those who have stuck around; grateful for the new people as well. Enjoy Comfort Inn Ending Pt 3.

                          Ziar let a soft gasp fall from his lips when he heard his father speak for the first time, it took you by surprise when Zayn's beautiful hazel eyes were looking directly into your orbs. "Daddy Daddy!" Ziar squealed and made his way over to the bedside. He looked at the mixture you two had created and smiled tearing up a bit. "Yeah, I'm your dad." fell from his lips, maybe if you would've told him the outcome would've been different, Ziar spent two years getting to know of his father; but didn't physically get to do the normal things they would if he were up and moving. While the beautiful curly-haired boy sat in his father's view and just talked to him about everything under the sun, you had walked out to go get the doctor. They had given Zayn a short amount of time to stay on life support, you weren't going to just let them pull the plug because you had hope.

The doctor walked into the room, shocked to see that Zayn was wide awake, getting the contact he needed from his son. He was crying on the young boy's shoulder but holding him so close, "I'm so sorry, I should've done better. You're my only child and being dumb you could've been without me." For Zayn, it was as everything flashed before his eyes, he was starting to gain his hearing back one night; as much as he wanted to move and tell you that he heard you, he couldn't

FLASHBACK

                                    You were in tears after seeing your baby boy screaming at the top of his lungs for his dad to wake up, it was so bad that Trisha had to pick the boy up once he fell asleep. Now you were alone again, you were with Zayn feeling a presence amongst the room.

"Zayn, if you can hear me. I can't do this alone," the choked sob that was being held back escaped from your lips. "I know what you did to me was fucked up, I should've told you that I was pregnant, but you weren't ready. I did everything to keep him out of the public eye when all I had to do was tell you. He looks and acts just like you, well you when we first met." letting out a soft chuckle the tears were already falling. "Maybe he would've kept you sane, sane after our failed relationship. You just weren't ready to commit and I was scared you would hurt him as you did me. He needs you, so do I, sleeping just hasn't been the same with knowing that you're in here holding on to your life. Just please wake-up for him." those were the last words you managed to choke out before walking back to the reclining chair to take a nap.

Little did you know, Zayn had heard it all and was mentally screaming for himself to get up. The tears rolled down his cheeks in his mind, he felt sorry for everything he put you through. Zayn actually loved you, but love scared him; he wasn't ready to be mature and love you the way that he should've. The sound of Zair playing was something that kept pushing him to hold on and as well as your voice. From the singing to calm Zair down to the loving stories you would tell him about his father, just in case he wasn't going to wake up. That scared you, your son never seeing his father or having that bond experience.

Zayn pushed himself daily to wakeup, trying to learn his joints he was not ready to leave his son yet, and obviously, it wasn't his time to go.

END FLASHBACK

                     You were looking at him with tears in your eyes from the doorway, thanking the highest power. The doctor was checking his vision and everything else to make sure he will be okay. "This is honestly a miracle Mr. Malik, I don't know how you did it but it'll only take some physical therapy to get everything back on track." Dr. Musmia smiled, "I had a family to come back to and take care of." he said softly kissing your son's forehead, looking directly up at you.

end.

ending: Zayn got back with Y/n and help take care of Ziar. (fluff)

alt ending: Zayn went back to his old ways, co-parenting with Y/n to take care of Ziar. (angst)

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