Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 37

Baby Blues-Chapter 37

Zayn stepped out onto the deck as Emma was walking towards the house.  

He smiled at her as she approached, but his smile faded when he saw her face.  

She had been crying.  Hard.  She looked up at him and quickly brushed away the tears.  She walked into his outstretched arms and started to cry again.

“What happened?” he asked holding her close.

“You know how Harry is.” She said as she wiped away the fresh tears. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“What did he say?”

“I’m going to go lie down for a little while.”  Emma turned towards the house.  Zayn stopped her and kissed her.

“Okay.  Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”  Emma stopped and looked back at Zayn.  “What time is everyone getting here?”

“I think between five and six.”

“Okay.  I’ll be up before then.”  

Zayn watched her walk into the house. Good going Harry he thought to himself.

Emma fell into a restless sleep.  Her thoughts going back to what Harry had said to her.  How he had reacted.  If Harry reacted like he did, how was everyone else going to react?

Zayn sat on the deck drinking a beer.  Emma had been asleep for about two hours.  

When he had checked on her, she was curled up in a ball.  He covered her with a blanket and shut their bedroom door.  He loved her so much.  He hated to see her in pain.  

And not just physical pain.  She was in mental anguish right now.  And apparently Harry hadn’t helped matters any.

He heard the patio door slide open and close.

“Beer is in the cooler.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Harry said getting a beer and sitting down.

“Apparently you said enough.”  He looked over at Harry as he had his head down.  

When he looked up, Zayn was shocked by his appearance.  He looked as if he had aged about five years.

“Did she tell you what I said?”

“No.  She didn’t want to talk about it.  You know how she likes to clam everything up inside.”

“Where is she?”

“Upstairs, sleeping.”

“ I’m sorry.”  

Zayn didn’t reply.  He watched the ocean and continued to drink his beer.  

“I just don’t know what to say.  What to do.”

“Well, whatever you did, you need to apologize to her.”

“I know I do.”  Silence.  “I called her selfish.”  

Zayn turned to Harry.  His eyes glaring.  “You what?”

“I called her selfish for not taking care of herself first and instead worrying about the babies.”

“Harry! How could you?” Zayn stood up.  Anger seeping through him.

“I wasn’t thinking.  The words just came out.”

“Fuck.  No wonder she was so upset.”

“I didn’t mean any of the things I said to her.  I love her.  I would never hurt her.”  

“Harry.  Let me tell you something. I have spent the last couple of days with my wife.  Who I love more than anything in this world.  She is carrying our children.  Children that I will love until my dying day.  And unfortunately, my wife doesn’t have that long!”  

Zayn’s voice caught in his throat.  “She loves those babies more than anything. And if having these babies will make her happy, so be it!”  

Harry had never seen Zayn like this and he knew not to interrupt.

“Do you know how hard it is going to be to have to tell my children that their mother can’t be there for them? Tell them,” Zayn’s eyes filled with tears.  

“Tell them that mummy can’t watch them grow up.  Can’t watch them ride a bike, graduate.  Watch them get married! My wife is going to die Harry and there isn’t a god damn thing in this world I can do to stop it!”  Zayn turned and threw his beer bottle at the house.  

It shattered into a million pieces and Zayn crumpled to the ground.  Harry immediately went to his side.  His own eyes filled with tears.  He wrapped his arms around Zayn’s shoulders.

“Oh God Zayn.  I’m so sorry!”

“Me too Haz.  Oh God, me too.  We have more money than we know what to do with, and not one fucking cent can save her!”

“You’d think that all the money that we give to charity would come of some good, and then it hits way too close to home.  Aren’t there new methods for treating tumors? Isn’t there anything we can do?” Harry asked.  “Doesn’t she want to fight for her life?”

“She just wants to have the babies.  Have the babies and be happy for as long as she can.”

“Where is she?”

“In our room.”

“I need to see her.”  Harry stood up and went into the house.  He climbed the stairs slowly and pushed open the bedroom door.  He knelt by the bedside and gently pushed her hair off of her face.  She slowly opened her eyes.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Hey yourself.”  

Harry laid his head down next to her and began to cry.  Emma’s hand went to his hair.

“I’m so sorry Em.  I didn’t mean anything I said.”

“I know Haz.  I know.”  Emma sighed heavily.  It was going to be a long night.