Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Dr. Smythe looked at Emma as she sat up in her bed.  “Well, young lady, it looks like we’ve got your problem all taken care of.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” he looked over at Patricia.

“She can stay.”

“It seems that the reason that you’ve been having miscarriages is that there were fatty deposits on both of your fallopian tubes.  Thus causing you to have tubal pregnancies every time you got pregnant.  The fertilized egg was never given the chance to move into your womb to grow and live.  We removed both of the deposits.  And there isn’t any cancer Emma.”

Emma had been holding her breath the whole time the doctor was talking.  No cancer.  She started to cry.

“Does that mean…”

“If you get pregnant again, you should be able to have a completely normal pregnancy.”  Patricia burst into tears and hugged Emma tightly.

“Honey, did you hear that, you and Zayn can still have….”

“If he still wants me.”  

Dr. Smythe looked at her questioningly.  “Are you and Zayn having problems?”

“You could say that.”

“Set up an appointment for next week so we can see how your stitches are doing.”

“Is there anything wrong with me traveling?” she asked.

“I don’t see why not.  But go home.  Rest.  And then see me before you leave.”

“Thanks doc.”  He turned and left the room.

“Emma, I can guarantee Zayn will still want you.”

“Are you sure?”

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Zayn was getting ready to go back to the hotel.  The guys had dragged him out to a club.  He hadn’t really wanted to go, but he needed to let off some tension.  Maybe dancing would help.  Emma loved to dance.  He pounded his rum and coke when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  It was Harry.

“You getting ready to leave?”

“Yeah.  I’m pretty beat.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I’ve had enough tonight.  Let me go tell Liam and Danielle that we’re leaving.”

“Okay.”  Zayn reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell and dialed a number.

“Hello. Wellington Hosptial.”

“Emma Jones’s room please.”  He knew without asking his mum that Emma would use her maiden name when she checked in.  It helped to keep the fans at bay.

“Just a minute please.  Your name sir.”

“Zayn Malik.”

“Please hold while I connect you.”

Emma turned over and groggily looked at the clock, it read 1:30 a.m.  The phone was ringing.  Who the hell would be calling so late?

“Hello?”  She listened but could only hear muffled music in the background.  

Zayn held the phone to his ear and listened to her say ‘hello’ more than once.  The sound of her voice tore at his heart.

“Who is this?” she asked.  “Zayn?” she asked, her voice catching.  He still didn’t say anything.

“Zayn, is that you?” Zayn turned and saw his ex-girlfriend Samantha standing next to him.  He groaned.  God, please not now.

“Zayn” he turned his attention back to the phone and was met with a very loud click.  Fuck! She probably heard Samantha.  

 Emma hung up the phone and burst into tears.  Damn him! She reached over and rang for the nurse.

“Yes Mrs. Malik?”

“Can I please get something to help me sleep? And please tell the front desk that if my husband calls, not to put his calls through.”

“Yes Mrs. Malik.”  She rolled over onto her side.  As soon as Dr. Smythe gave her the okay, she was going on tour.  To see if her husband still loved her.

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“Samantha, not now.  I’m leaving.”

“Come on Zayn.  Let’s go have some fun.  We used to be so good together.”

“No Samantha.  I’m married.”

“That’s not what the rumors going around are.”  Zayn looked at her in disbelief.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he fired at her.

“Rumor has it, your wife left you.”  Zayn looked to see Harry coming towards him.  Had she.  Was she gone from his life for good?