FLO: I Am Not My Father's Son [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

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Amelia sat against her headboard looking down at her belly. 35 Weeks in and she still couldn't believe it. It had been so sudden and yet taken such a long time. 

After her marriage to Niall, years ago, children were not in the conversation. It was an 'eventually' type of thing. Niall had the pub that was booming in the nightlife, Amelia was taking her first steps as a creative director at the agency. Their careers were fine!

But one day, while babysitting for Alex, the clock began to tick within her. Alex was such a nice boy, so easy and so funny that she fell in love with the idea of having one of her own. After speaking to Niall, they would agree to begin trying. No pressure. No stress. Just remove all protection and hope for the best.

As the days turned into weeks and morphed into years without a successful pregnancy, Amelia began to lose hope. The doctor said she was fine. Niall had a good sperm count. It was a matter of getting the target right. After all, a few hours late in the ovulation period could make a difference, adding also elements of stress and anxiety which lowered the possibilities. 

The first time it happened, she didn't know. They were making love, having a wonderful time with Niall on top giving her all the emotions she needed and him loving giving her pleasure. That's when she felt something.

Something was off...

"Niall," She huffed, but the publican didn't hear her. She would always say his name amidst a moan. It wasn't new. But then, the pain came and Amelia winced. "Oh...Niall...stop..." Then the pain shot right up her belly making her yelp." Stop!! Stop, please!"

Niall froze mid-stroke looking at her with wide eyes.

"What? Did I hurt you?"

"It hurts-"

"What? What hurts?"

Amelia looked down at herself and panicked. Everything was painted red. She was red. Niall too and the bed was also red. 

"Oh my God!" She cried looking. Niall looked and removed himself from her seeing the horrible scene as they were both covered in blood. "Oh my God! What's happening?"

"Are you on...?"

"No!" Amelia responded, beginning to cry. "I'm not!"

Amelia cried as pain shot up her stomach and Niall panicked. 

"Okay! Oh..." Niall got out of bed, trying to find some clothes. "Let's get to the hospital. Come on."

The pain was manageable enough for them to clean themselves up and go to the hospital. After being administered and explained the situation to the doctor, Amelia was examined.

In the end, it was determined that it was an early pregnancy. The couple felt...odd. They had lost something before even knowing they had it. Amelia stayed in the hospital that night, with the doctor removing all traces of the failed gestation from her and went home the next day. Everything had changed. 

The second time hurt the most. She was showering, this time, she knew - they both knew but hadn't told anyone just yet. But her heart was warning her. It was heavy and it had been worried from the moment the test confirmed it. When she looked down and saw the red water, it was obvious. For the longest time, she didn't move. Just stared at the water slowly changing colours and the familiar pain hitting her again. She called Niall and they cried together. 

However, as the saying goes, the third time is the charm. After two failed attempts, they gave up for a while to fix their broken hearts and manage their hopes. Focusing on each other, they travelled, danced and enjoyed their life as a couple.