Camila's POV
We walk into the backyard of my uncle's house since the court finished minutes ago.
The judge has decided that my uncle is guilty and he is now in prison for many years to come.
"It feels weird being here without my father," Harry says.
"I feel disgusted," Louis says.
"Well, that is quite rude. This is still my house as well, Louis," My aunt says.
"It's just his presence lingers. I didn't mean to," Louis says.
"I understand what you are saying, Louis. I had to live with that feeling for eighteen years," I said as I set Jayden down from my arms.
"I'm sorry Camila. For everything. For not realizing something horrible happened to you and... For not believing you," Harry says.
"He was your father you didn't want to believe what he did to me and what he could have done to Jayden," I said.
"I made a promise to protect you and that's the first thing I failed at," Harry says.
"Please. Forget it. I forgive you," I pull him into a hug.
Harry hugs me tightly before pulling away. "Now, I don't think we should take up much more of your time because I believe your family is waiting for you," Harry says.
"I haven't told them that I got out yet," I said.
"Oh well, go surprise them then," Harry says.
I grab my jacket and say goodbye to all of them before getting a cab.
The cab finally arrives at my house as I get out and pay the driver.
It's already dark outside and there's only one light on inside.
I walk over to the front door, unlock it, as I enter. "Home sweet home," I whisper to myself.
I jog up the stairs as I yell Lauren's name but I get no answer.
"Figures. She's most likely asleep," I whispered to myself. I pass by the nursery and I stop in my tracks as I walk inside.
The lamp in the room is on as I walk past Lauren's mother who's sleeping on an armchair, a wine bottle resting on her lap as well as a glass that is full in her hand.
I walk over to the cradle where I see my baby sleeping. My heart swells as I caress his cheeks but when my hand reaches his chest I start to panic.
I shake my baby's chest softly as I try to find his pulse but he doesn't have one.
"Lauren! Lauren!" I yell.
I hear hurried footsteps as Lauren enters the nursery, eyes wide with shock.
"Camila! You're back!" Lauren says.
"That doesn't fucking matter right now," I said.
"What's wrong?" Lauren asks when she sees the worry in my features.
"He's not breathing. Our baby is not breathing," I said.
Lauren walks over to the cradle to be beside me as she places her hand on our baby's chest. When she doesn't feel that he's breathing she picks him up in his arms.
"Go get juñior. Hurry! Let's go to the hospital, now!" Lauren says.
After waking up Zayn Jr., we three hurriedly leave the house and enter Lauren's car to go to the hospital.
