Random: (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Chapter 13

"Mumma!" Jade called from her room.

"Coming, baby!" I yelled back. "Excuse me," I said to the group of boys in front of me. 

Before I went to tend on Jade, Harry sent me a smile. "Tell Jade we miss her," he mumbled. I nodded and went to Jade's room.

Dr. Vincent told us that having too much company can cause Jade to panic, due to her lack of vision. I explained that to the boys and they all understood. I made a deal, though. They can each visit her one at a time with Zayn and me in the room. It's as if she's a prison in this whole ordeal. 

"What's up, angel?" I cooed.

"I hear voices, mummy. Who's out there?" She looked in my direction, showing her progression with her blindness.

"Some friends of Daddy's. Do you want to meet them?" I asked. 

She nodded her head, being the little curious girl she is. I grinned and told her I'd be right back. I walked into the living room, seeing all of the boys sitting around and chatting. "Boys," I interrupted their conversation. They all turned to me. 

"How is she?" Louis asked. "Good?"

"Yeah, much better. She's smiling again," I said. "She said she wants to meet you guys."

"Meet?" Harry asked, clearing his throat. "What do you mean meet?"

"When you guys met her, she was only 1. It's been a while. She doesn't truly understand." I motioned for them to follow me. "C'mon, boys."

The four of them, Zayn following behind, walked towards Jade's door. I opened it for them and they all walked in slowly. I snuck in front of the guys and approached Jade's bed. "Honey, Daddy's friends are here."

She turned her head and smiled her sweet, two-year-old smile. I extended my arm towards Harry. He walked forward and crouched next to Jade's bed.

"This is Harry," I said. Jade reached a hand out and touched Harry's cheek. I saw a tear prick his eyes, as well as the rest of the guys.

Something about this moment, her meeting all of the boys and showing no pain, no worry, nothing, made it feel almost magical. She had no idea what was going on. For being two years of age, she's brilliant- Kris is right. She knows things, she understands things that we as adults sometimes don't. That's how children work. They understand things without even knowing they are. 

After all of the boys said hello, Jade quirked an eyebrow. "Daddy?"

"Yes, darling?" Zayn said, rubbing the side of his face.

"I don't wanna go bye-bye," she said softly. I heard Liam let out a surprise gasp and step back. 

"Let's go, boys," Harry said. All of them exited Jade's room and sat out into the living room. I gave them a small smile and shut the door.

"What do you mean, baby?" Zayn said quietly, kneeling next to her bed. I watched from the doorway, leaning my weight onto the wood.

"I don't feel right," she whimpered. 

"What doesn't feel right, Jade?" Zayn said quickly, feeling rushed. "Jade, what doesn't feel right?"

"What's wrong with me?" She asked, her eyes searching the room.

Zayn turned towards me and I nodded. We have to tell her about the inetivable. I walked to Jade's side and kneeled down. "Tell the boys you'll call them later," I whispered. Zayn nodded and left for 15 minutes. He came back, this time, leaving the door open.

"Jade, sometimes life does things," I started. "Sometimes life isn't fair."

"What does that mean?" Her sweet voice asked.