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Des couldn't believe the sight before his eyes, he was seeing his daughter alive and in one piece after so long.

He rushed to her waddling figure that was surrounded by the two PIs he hired.

"Angel?" He sobbed out overjoyed.

"Daddy!" She grinned, how she wished she could have ran over and jumped into his arms letting him spin her around, but sadly her enormous baby bump barely allowed her to walk two steps forward without the assistance of the two kind officers beside her.

"Oh my angel! I missed you soo much!" Des cupped her cheeks tearily taking in her features he missed so much.

"Look at you." He tearily chuckled rubbing her baby bump.

"You're gonna be a grandpa daddy." She happily revealed as if he couldn't already tell.

"I know angel." He smiled wrapping his arms around her not wanting to ever let her go, much less out of his sight.

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Harrie was now admitted to the hospital where she was hooked up to all types of machines.

Some was for her and some was for her babies, yep, she was surprisingly carrying twins, something she couldn't be more happy about.

It was honestly an absolute miracle the both of them were alive considering not getting any medical attention and support all of their existance and that too only little food. So not so shockingly, they were a bit small compared to others.

Harrie was showered and settling in to sleep when she finally voiced her main question.

"Daddy, where's Zayn?"

"Thought you'll never ask."

Des sighed, if he was being honest, he's surprised it took her that long to ask. Considering how everyime her room door opened she looked over to see who it was.

"What do you mean?" She frowned.

He gave her a knowing look, Harrie gasped a bit, eyes widening and little blush coating her cheeks. So he knew of their relationship.

Des shook his head, her reaction was a bit amusing to him.

"Daddy is he okay?" She asked again after taking his silence the wrong way.

"Technically he is." Des grimaced, he didn't know how to break such news especially to his precious daughter.

"What do you mean by that?" She sat up her concern for her babies' daddy peaking.

"Calm down, we can't have you stressing." He tried to calm her.

"Calm down? What is wrong with my my kids father?" She sternly asked which had Des a bit taken aback.

"They're his?" He asked shocked.

Harrie's eyes widened, "Whose do you thought they were and please tell me you didn't think I was raped." She stated horrified with just the thought of such situation being her case.

"Dad!" His silence spoke volumes.

"I'm sorry-"

"Where is he?" She cut him off. Non-pregnant Harrie would never dare to be so forward with him, but cut her some slack, her hormones were spiking.

"He's in a coma." Des finally let the cat out of the bag.

"Oh." Was all Harrie could mutter after such revelation. She honestly didn't know what to expect of Zayn's situation, she knew he was hurt badly before she was dragged off, she had hope and prayed for help to reached in time to save him. But ofcourse, it was out of her hands.

"Can I go see him?" She questioned after being stuck in her thoughts for quite a bit.

"Can you?" Des asked refering to her heavily pregnant self.

Harrie scoffed and dragged herself to the end of the bed about to get off when Des rushed to her side aiding her.

"Thanks daddy." She smiled when he placed her in the wheel chair that was in the room, walking for long wasn't an option with the weight she was carrying around on her fragile frame.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit." Des squeezed her should exiting the room Zayn was in.

She stayed where she was, staring at Zayn who layed there motionless, connected to things she didn't know the name of or its purpose. The only reassuring thing to Harrie was the steady beating she heard from one of the machine which she knew was his heartbeat.

Harrie sighed and then wheeled the chair closer to the bed using it's automatic function. She held his bigger hand in hers, how she had dearly missed him.

"Zaynie, I missed you." Her tears getting the best of her and was now streaming down her face.

After much mental debating, Harrie stood, holding onto Zayn's bed for support. Wincing, her legs were swollen and painful to be on, but she needed to do this.

She waddled around to the other side of the bed and sat on it, breathing a bit heavily. Why was normal activity so exhausting? Harrie couldn't understand why.

Harrie then tried fitting herself in the little space on Zayn's bed holding on to him now feeling content and a bit at peace.

"Zaynie, I'm okay, you can come back to me now okay." She wispered out to him. "We're having twins." She grinned caressing her baby bump, then scowled, "Come on now, stop taking you're precious time to awake. I need to rant to you, this shit is fucking annoying! I'm so not having anymore of your kids you annoying shit! You're leaving me to do this all alone." She scoffed beyond annoyed with the fact that she wanted his cuddles and couldn't have them because he prefered being sleeping beauty. Harrie's logic, not mine.

"Fuck this hurts!" Harrie whined, her body protesting with the position she was in. "No no no! Ah fuck! Daddy!" She called out hoping he was within ear shot because she was sure she would have died.

And luckily he was, "Oh angel, why am I not surprised." He chuckled but rushed over to help her up.

"Shut it and help me!" She grumbled. "Oh my, sorry!" She rushed to aplogise when she realised what she said to him.

"It's okay, I understand." Des smiled.

Harrie pouted, "No you don't, he's being fucking sleeping beauty leaving me in this mess by myself." Harrie scoffed, her mouth running on its own.

"Language." He scolded.

Harrie glared at him and got out his hold the minute her feet was on the ground. She stood still for a bit then forced herself to walk to wheel chair enduring the painful protests of her feet, back and stomach.

"Fuck! This shit hurts!" She sobbed after sitting in the chair.

"Angel, it's gonna be okay. Please don't cry." He tried comforting her, having a feel of deja vu remembering him having to do the same to his wife many years ago. The nostalgia.

"It's not! I want him!" Harrie stubbornly cried.

"I know you do sweetie, I know you do." Des just wheeled her out of the room and to her room in hopes of her calming a bit in change of environment?

Both unaware of the fact that a certain bedridden ravenette heard everything they said and was fighting to be awake for a specific heavily pregnant curly headed brunette.