*Liam's POV*
"Can you come already? Daddy and I want to meet you," I said, rubbing my 9 month belly.
I was almost 2 weeks overdue. Zayn and I are expecting a little boy. We decided on the name James.
It started to get really painful after I reached my nine month mark.
Just then Zayn walked in with two cups in his hands. "Hi babe."
"Hi Zayn. Whatcha got there?" I asked, placing my hand on top of my bump. I felt a hard kick right where my palm was. I winced because it did hurt quite a bit.
"You alright, Liam?" Zayn asked, setting down the cups and coming to my side of the bed.
"Yeah. James just kicked me really hard." He kissed my forehead. He stood up and grabbed a cup that had 'Liam' engraved on it. He handed the cup of tea to me and I took a swig of it. "Thanks Zayn."
"You're welcome babe. Now get some sleep. You need it," he persuaded me.
"I guess. Night Z."
"Goodnight Liam." He kissed my forehead and I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night with slight pain in my abdomen. I decided to go downstairs and get a drink. I slowly made my way down the stairs, careful not to miss a step, considering my bump didn't let me see anything under me.
I filled the glass with water and started taking small sips. When I was done, I set the glass in the sink only to hear a faint voice. "Liam?"
I screamed. He jumped. "Zayn! Why the hell would you do that?!"
He was about to answer when I doubled over in pain. I moaned. I felt something wet on my leg. I looked down to see my pants soaked. "You alright Liam?" Zayn said coming around the counter to me.
"Zayn, my water just broke."
"Oh shit. Alright then, let's get to the car." I nodded. He slung an arm across my back. I put my hand on his shoulder for support and he held onto it.
We slowly but surely made it to the car. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it every time I got a contraction.
A few minutes into the drive, I noticed Zayn was driving really fast. I looked over at the speedometer and noticed he was going 30 miles per hour (I'm an American. I'm not very good with kilometres so sorry) above the speed limit.
I tried to persuade him to slow down but it didn't work. Sure enough I heard them. Sirens. I heard Zayn curse under his breath and pull over.
The officer walked to Zayn's window and he rolled it down. "You'd better have a really good explanation to be going that fast." I tried to keep myself from screaming but I couldn't help it. The officer looked farther into the car to see me with a scrunched up face and keeping myself from flipping out.
"Can we please go? My husband's in labor and I was just trying to get to the hospital on time," Zayn explained. The officer huffed.
"Alright. I'll let you off this once. Next time will be a ticket."
"I understand. Thank you so much."
"Okay. Follow me please." The man go in his car and pulled in front of us.
Sure enough, of course, there was a huge crash. The traffic was awful. Not even having an officer in front of us did any good. We were waiting in the endless line of cars when I felt the need to push. "Zayn."
"What?" He asked. I looked at him with wide eyes and he was staring at me the same way.
"He's coming right now."
"What?! No no no! He can't right now!" He freaked out.
"Zayn Malik! Chill the fuck out and help me for fucks sake," I instructed. He got out and came to my side to get me out of the front.
He laid me down in the back and at this point, I didn't care who saw me. Zayn popped the trunk while I did my breathing. He got out the first aid kit and some towels that we always (for some reason) carry in our car.
He put one towel under me, one to dry him off when he arrives and one to catch him. "Okay Liam. Just push on your next contraction." I nodded and waited to feel a contraction.
As soon as I felt one, I bared down as hard as I could. "Great job sweetheart. Give me another just like that," Zayn instructed. I pushed down again and felt almost unbearable pressure.
"Zayn!" I yelled. I felt his head slip out and Zayn encourage me for another.
"Just one more and his shoulders will be out. You're doing great, sweetheart." By this time, a few people had gathered around me because apparently it's interesting when someone is giving birth in a traffic jam.
I pushed down with all my strength and felt a little release. But it wasn't over yet. "Last one," Zayn said. I sucked in a huge breath and pushed down. I heard loud screams of our baby boy.
Zayn cleaned him off with the towel and cut his cord with the scissors from the first aid kit. He handed him to me wrapped up in the last clean towel and I cradled him. "Hi baby boy," I said, rubbing fingers over his forehead.
Later we were brought to the hospital and James was cared for properly. We ended up staying for a few days because James was so healthy.
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James Javaad Malik
Born: February 18th, 2014
2:04 am
7lbs, 15oz
