My Story:Tears, One Direction, Anorexia

Chapter Thirty-Four: My baby?

Chapter Thirty-Four

Emily's POV

"One. Two. Three. PUSH. One. Two. Three. PUSH." The doctor yelled. I pushed with all the strength I had. This. Hurts. So. Much. I'm trying to listen to the doctor but there's so much yelling in the hallway I can't hear him. I'm trying to make out what they're saying, which isn't that difficult with how loud they're being. "Let me see her!" They yelled. "Sorry sir. Only family can go in there." The nurse kindly said. "I'm her babies father!" They yelled. "I'm sorry sir." The nurse said again. "Move! I'm going in!" They yelled. 'God. Don't they know people are trying to give birth here!' I thought just as my door swung open.

"How'd you find me?" I asked. "You guys can talk about that later, you need go push!" The doctor yelled. "PUSH!" As he yelled that I pushed as hard as I could. "I see a head, one more time!" I smiled at the thought of my babies finally being here and pushed. "He's here!" The doctor yelled. "One more to go babe." Harry whispered in my ear and kissed my forehead "And, PUSH!" I was so out of breath now but I knew I only had one more baby to push out. "One more time!" I pushed for the last time. "Hurry! Take her to the nursery!" The doctor yelled. Then he ran out.

The nurse walked over with our, now clean, son. "What's wrong with my daughter?" I asked teary eyed. "We lost her. But don't worry. We're doing everything we can to save her." I broke out into tears and looked up at Harry noticing he was crying too. "I'll let you guys spend a minute alone." The nurse said. She handed me our son then walked out. Harry sat down beside me in bed and wrapped his arms around me. We both stared down at our baby boy. "So, how'd you find me?" I whispered. "When he called Liam the private investigator tracked his location. When we got there I followed the blood trail. And here I am." He whispered back into my ear. I looked up at him with tears still in my eyes. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault." I told him. "Hey, don't say that. This is his fault. Not yours, you were perfect." He said in a hushed tone. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Of course." He kissed my forhead. "I'm sorry for hurting you last time you were over. I was afraid you would hurt the babies. But I've been in anger managment classes and I'm really trying." He told me. "I forgive you." I smiled back. "Will you please come home?"He asked me. "Yes." "Hi, I wanted to talk to you about your daughter." The doctor walked in.

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