Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Emma stood and stared at the stick in her hand. The box said that she shouldn’t

watch it, but she couldn’t help it.

“Change already damnit!” She yelled at it.

She began to pace.

She looked at her watch.

The guys should almost be done with their encore. She placed the stick down and

walked to the kitchen area to get some water.

When she came back to the bathroom, she took a deep breath and picked the stick

off of the counter.

Two lines.

What did two lines mean?

She quickly picked up the box.

One line; not pregnant. Two lines; pregnant.

“Oh my God!” she said out loud. “Two lines. I’m pregnant. Oh my God!”

She had to stay calm. She continued to pace the bus. She couldn’t wait to tell

Zayn.

Where the hell was he? She held the pregnancy test stick in her hand as she

waited for him.

As soon as she saw him come out of the venue with the others she charged off of

the bus and ran straight into his arms. She reached up and kissed him.

“Hello to you too baby. I take it you’re feeling better?” he asked as he hugged her

tightly to him.

“Much better.”

“Em, what kind of happy pills did you take?” Liam asked sarcastically. Emma

flipped him off and pulled Zayn to their bus.

“I have something to tell you.” She said as she held his hand tight.

“Okay, let me change first.”

“No.”

“No. I just want to throw on some sweats.”

“Zayn. This is important.” He saw the excited look on her face and sat down on the

couch.

“Okay. Why are you so happy?” Emma handed him the pregnancy test stick. He

looked up at her questioningly.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“Uh huh. And do you know what two lines mean?”

“We hit the lottery?” Emma jumped into his lap and hugged him around the neck.

“You bet we did. Zayn, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh love, is that why you’ve been sick?”

“I think so. Zayn! A baby!” He pulled her tight and sought her lips with his.

“Let’s not say anything yet though, okay?”

“Um, okay.” Emma wanted to tell the whole world.

“When we get home, or even tomorrow, call Dr. Smythe and set up an appointment.

Just to make sure. Promise?”

Emma knew that he was right. Don’t jump to conclusions. “I promise. It’s going to

be hard though.”

“I know, but we have to make 100% sure this time.”

“You’re right. Now, Mr. Malik, make love to your wife.”

“With pleasure.” He scooped her up into his arms and led her to the bedroom.

Words of love pouring out from the both of them.

Emma woke during the night having to throw up once again. She crawled back into

bed next to Zayn and he pulled her close.

“Again?” he asked as he buried his face in her hair.

“Yup. God, I hope this doesn’t last. Who would’ve thought, a little Malik making me

sick.”

“Hey, I resent that.” Zayn said nuzzling her neck with his lips. She giggled as he

began tickling her.

“Zayn don’t, you’ll make me throw up again!”

“Well, how about I do this instead.” He said as he caressed her breasts with his

hands causing her to moan.

“I like that better.”

“Me too.”