My forever

Chapter thirty-four

Mabel's POV

"Shes waking up." My mothers voice says.

"Finally!" A different one says.

I open my eyes and glance around the room. I'm in a Hospital room.

A hospital room.

The heart monitor picks up and I scoot myself up against the pillows.

"Hey." my mom smiles at me.

"What happened?" I ask groggily.

"Stress is what happened." Baley says and I look at him.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You were stressed. People's body's react differently from stress when their pregnant. Some people throw up, some people clean, you get sick." Mom explains.

My lips form a Line and I run my fingers through my hair. "What would I be stressed about?"

"I don't know? What would you be stressed about?" Baley asks as he sits down in the chair next to me.

The baby.

"Oh my god. The baby, is the baby okay?" I ask and My mother pushes my shoulders back so I'm sitting back again.

"The baby-"

The door opens and a man in a lab coat walks in. He has two nurses behind him.

"Hello Mrs.Styles I'm Dr.Saxo." he offers his hand but I just stare up at him.

"Is my baby okay?" I ask and he smiles.

"Your baby is alright, actually more than alright. Your baby is one of the healthiest ones I've ever seen. I would like to say keep up the good work with that but I can't because your stress level is putting the baby in danger." he tells me and I sigh.

"I'm not stressed."

"Really? Not about how your husband might not be there for the birth of your baby? Or how-"

"I get it! There's a lot to think about." I sit back.

"So Mabel, I suggest you have a stress free two months." he tells me and I nod.

"Alright, well you can get dressed and I think your free to go." he tells me.

"Thanks." I give him a false smile and he walks out of the room with the nurses behind him.

Once the door is closed I turn to Kierstin, Baley, and my mom.

"So what now?" I ask.

"You can get dressed while we wait in the hall." My mother suggests and I nod.

They file out of the room just as my phone starts ringing. I search through my clothes bag until I find and then I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Oh my god Mabel." Harry breaths.

"Hey-"

"Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He asks.

"We're f-great. We're great."

"I'm on a plane right now, I'll be home tomorrow evening okay?" He says.

"You didn't have to-"

"I get a call that my pregnant wife is unconscious on the floor, I think I'm going to come home and be with her."

I sigh and I put him on speaker as I shrug off the gown.

"So what's wrong?" He asks.

"Stress. They said I'm stressed out." I tell him.

"What would you be stressed about?" He asks.

I don't say anything.

"Mabel?"

"I umm... I'm stressed about... you not being there when the baby's born." my voice reduces to a whisper by the last word.

"Mabel." he says softly.

"I'm sorry! I just..."

"I know honey. I'll talk to you more when I get home okay?" He says.

"Okay."

"I'll be home soon. I love you Mabel."

"I Love you too." I tell him and I hang up.

It's going to be two long days.