Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Zayn kept glancing over at Emma.  She had her eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping.  He reached over with his hand and gently rubbed her leg.  She mumbled in her sleep and curled into a ball.  He heard his phone ring and he quickly went to answer it.

“Hello?”

“What’s going on?” It was Harry

“Nothing.” He said flatly.

“Zayn.  Come on.  I know better!”

“Now isn’t a good time.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Harry yelled into the phone.  Zayn looked over and noticed Emma stirring.  She had heard Harry yelling in the phone.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t tell me what?”  Harry was beyond pissed.  He was angry as hell.  

Zayn looked back at Emma as she mouthed ‘Who is it?’ ‘Harry.’ He mouthed back.  She held out her hand for the phone and he handed it to her.

“Harry.”

“Em, are you okay.  Love, what’s going on?”

“Zayn and I are going to Brighton.  Do you have a problem with that?” she yelled into the phone.

“No, but when Zayn called earlier, he sounded upset.”

“Hazzah, I love you.  I truly do.  But if I want to spend some time with my husband alone, that’s my business.  Got it?”

“Yeah love, I got it.”

“Don’t call us, we’ll call you!” she quickly pushed end call and stuffed it in her purse.  She looked over to see Zayn watching her.  She smiled weakly at him.

“You okay?” he asked reaching for her hand.  She took it and leaned into his shoulder.

“Yeah.  I guess.  How much further?” she asked.

“About forty five minutes.”

“Okay.  Zayn?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.  More than anything.”

It was late when they arrived at their house.  Actually it was Emma’s house.  She had lived there after she and Harry had broken up and while she and Zayn were dating.  It was their getaway place.  A place where they could go to be alone.  And right now they needed to be alone.  

Zayn carried in their bags as Emma went about turning on lights and running a hot bath.  She became very quiet and sullen once again.

Zayn walked into the bathroom and saw her submerged in a tubful of bubbles.  His heart ached at the site of her.  Feeling helpless.  

Emma sensed he was there and opened her eyes to look at him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, not moving from the doorway.

“Tired.  Why aren’t you in bed? It’s late.”

“I was waiting for you.  It’s lonely in there.” He said with a grin.  She smiled at him and reached up to him.

“Come sit by me.”  

Zayn moved to the edge of the tub and held her hand.  He gently stroked her arm.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”  She said sternly.

“Okay.  When you’re ready, we’ll talk.”

“Fine.”  She stood up and wrapped herself in a towel.  Zayn followed her into the bedroom and they both crawled into bed.  

Zayn wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.  Emma felt the tears fill her eyes and she clung to her husband.  She began to sob and Zayn felt his own tears fall.

“I don’t want to die!”

“I know.  God, why us?” Zayn yelled out in frustration.  He continued to hold her until he felt her sobs lessen and her breathing seemed to return to normal and then he knew that she was asleep.  Zayn gently placed one of his hands on her belly.  Gently caressing the roundness of it and the children that slept there.  He kissed the back of her neck and whispered into her ear.

“I don’t want you to die either baby.  We’ll find a way.  I promise.”