Golden (book 3)

Tell me its okay

Zara's p.o.v

"You okay babe?" Patrick asked coming into the room with Joe in tow, I nod my head and rest my hand on my grandfathers. Patrick rubs my back, "how's the baby."

"Okay, a little hyper." I say, honestly the babies jumping around in there kicking and what not.

"Awh." Joe says, just then the door burst open and my mom came in with Max who looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. He probably hasn't, living with her and now this being pounded ontop of him.

"Hey Max." I smile, he throws me a half a smile and I accept it because I know he can't fully smile, I don't think any of us can when my grandfather is lying in the bed in the middle of the room on a life support machine.

My mom nods at me but I pretend I don't see it. She takes the seat opposite my grandfather and places her hands on his. In a sense I do feel sorry for her, I know I didn't grow up with my father around so I can't relate but I guess I can only understand what it must feel like to have your father hooked up to a life support machine. That's gotta be hard.

It was hard for me when Patrick was hooked up to many machines. So in a way I can relate.

Which means I at least have to be sympathetic with her.

Just then there was a knock on the door and Patricia opened the door slightly popping her head in, "Should I come back later?"

"No come in," I smile. she opens the door fully and her eyes land on my grandfather. "Oh Poor Arthur." she says.

When Patrick was in hospital over the Christmas, My grandfather and Patrick's mom formed a great bond with eachother, almost like best friends and both of them looked out for us.

And we are so grateful for them two and Joe, who was constantly by my side.

She walked towards the bed on my side and placed a hand on my back and then put a hand on My grandfathers hand. She took it off minutes after and placed her full attention on me. "How are you today sweetie?"

"I'm good, Just the baby is hopping like mad in my stomach so I'm a little uncomfortable." I say she nods her head in understanding and looks up at Patrick.

"I had the same problem with this fella," she says pointing a Patrick and chuckling. "What I always found works is walking, it eases the uncomfort-ness and I think it relaxes the baby because the baby can feel what you're feeling." She says and then looking at my grandfathers bed indicating the stress I have over him.

"Maybe Patrick can take you on a walk so you can ease some of the pressure, Then you can come back and hope the baby has relaxed." she says and looks at Patrick who nods and holds out his hand.

I smile at Patricia and take Patrick's hand. a walk would be good.

"Alright I'll see you guys in a bit."

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Me and Patrick were walking around the whole hospital campus with Patrick with his hands on the bottom of my back and massaging it every now and again because the pain that would shoot through.

"Do you want to sit down Baby?" Patrick asks leading me towards a bench. I think sitting down is the last thing I want to do that will only make the pain worse.

"No thanks baby, only makes the pain worse."

"Baby, do you want me to talk to a doctor I don't think you're meant to have pains like that very early in the pregnancy." he says with a concerned face and his eyebrows furrowed. "I was reading your pregnancy books." he said smiling sheepishly and his cheeks burning to red.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "No I'll be fine, lets go back."

"We've only been out here twenty minutes." he said putting his hand back on the end of my back massaging it as we walk towards the entrance.

"Twenty minutes too long." I smiled at him, he laughed and guided me in.

We walked past a few nurses who smiled at me and Patrick as we made our way to the lift.

As soon as we got into the lift I got the familiar smell of stingy perfume, I turned around to be faced with the slut herself, Jenny.

She looked at me with a smirk and then looked down to my stomach and to my hand where the engagement ring is. Her eyes widened and she coughed, "Hello." she says quietly.

That caught Patrick's attention as he turned around, "Holy shit." he muttered. I smiled at her and turned my head looking towards the elevator door.

Jenny smiled once again as she left the lift on the third floor, of course my grandfather had to be up a lot higher on to the fourth floor.

"You're not talking, that scares me when you're silent, especially when you just saw Jenny." Patrick says as we walk out of the lift.

"Oh I am talking." I said pointing at my head and scowling.

Patrick understands this message and nods, standing outside my grandfathers room.

Literally all my mind is saying is 'bitch,ugly,slut,whore,asshole'

Nice I know.

As we walk in the door Max pushes right by me, after that it reveals my mom crying and Joe comforting her, Patricia's holding onto my grandfathers hand and crying too.

"What's wrong guys?" I asked.

The room went silent for about for about ten minutes. "Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"Zara," a doctor said behind me, I turned around to see him and nurse. the nurse was holding tissues and the doctor was holding a clipboard. "We tried Zara, we really did... we're so sorry."

Wait..

What.

"What? You mean?.." The doctor nodded.

"He can't be!" I started shouting and that's where Patrick came in wrapping his arms around me. "He's not dead, he cant be dead!" I cried into Patrick's chest, Patrick held me tighter and I knew he was crying too.

And just then I got theses horrible pains in the lower part of my stomach and I started screaming in pain.

The pains were like a thousand men stabbing me at the end of my stomach. I couldn't move all I could do was scream.

And everything went black.

****** cliff hanger! This is a sad chapter but I had to atleast update something you know. exams are in two weeks, kill me. Anyways thank you all for continuing to read this while I was away, I love you all very much and I will be back soon.

Hold on tight Guys.

Love you all

Becks xx**