Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction

Week Twenty Five: Boots and Baskets

On the day before my cast change I had to rest up and decided to go through my P.O. box with Alfie. This resulted in Alfie nearly very badly hurting his back carting a particularly heavy box upstairs into the study.
"What the hell is in there?" He asked incredulously, massaging his shoulder.
"How would I know? We'll open it last."
We set about opening the many parcels and packaging, containing baby clothes, fan art and lengthy letters. There were particularly cute babygros and one fan had sent us a pack of 24 pairs of tiny baby socks in pink, yellow and white. Alfie's favourite item was a top with the letters: "I'm a Daddy's girl", and mine was a pale yellow duck plushie with a pink bow around one of its ankles.
"Right, the last and largest." Alfie pulled the box towards us and grabbed the scissors.
"Wait, there's a letter on top." I reached forwards and peeled it from the box.
"Dear Zoe and Alfie, I was watching your recent video on the baby's bedroom and couldn't help but notice that you couldn't find the perfect Moses basket. I have found one I think you will like - it is one of the most expensive you can get in Harrods. We had ordered it but is was forgotten about as our baby was stillborn early in February and we never cancelled the order. It arrived very late just two days ago, on April 3rd, and I know you will not get it for a while. But I hope you like it. Best wishes, Josie and Mike (from the hospital ward when you had Hyperensis Gravidarium). Alfie!"
"They sent us a Moses basket?!"
We ripped it open and found a beautiful, pristine, unopened box with a large white wooden basket inside it. From the picture on the box, it had a lacey canopy with tiny glass crystals scattered over it and a swirling crystal pattern around the edges. It was painted ivory and had a white wicker base.
"Oh my God, Alfie!"
"This is beautiful!" Alfie exclaimed.
"How generous!" I said. For some odd reason, I started to cry.
"Oh Zoe, what's wrong?" Alfie pulled me close.
I sniffled. "They sent us this beautiful basket out of the goodness of their hearts, after losing their baby daughter. I feel so grateful and so sorry for them; they should have been the new parents using this, not us." I wiped my eyes with the corner of my sleeve. "Also maybe hormones." I gave a watery laugh and sat up. "Come on. Lunch and then we'll be off to the hospital."
When we arrived at the hospital, full of pasta and fruit smoothie, we were greeted by an empty waiting room, bar one person who had a small child with a large cast all the way up his arm.
"Football playing." His mum explained. "Little rascal." She ruffled his hair.
"George Bowing?" The nurse I recognised as Jagdeve, who had done my first cast, smiled at us. "Oh, Zoe, hello. You're next after George."
As George was hustled from the waiting area Alfie shifted towards me.
"Alright Alfalfa?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just kinda cold."
"Are you coming down with something?" I automatically felt his forehead. "You're actually quite hot."
"I know, Hottest YouTuber of this year right here."
"When we get home I'll make a doctor's appointment. It's probably just a cold."
"I hope so. I don't want to give you and Kelsey anything major."
After a while we saw Jagdeve come round the corner and call my name. "Zoe Deyes?"
"Yep, coming." I shuffled my hand into my crutch handles and tap-tapped my way from the room.
"So what colour are you going for this time?" Jagdeve asked.
"I think maybe pale pink? For this little one." I patted my bump.
"Pink for Sprogget."
"Sprogget. That's a good nickname for her."
Jagdeve laughed. "That's what we called my little Oliver."
"Oh, how old is Oliver?" I asked as she began to cut the plaster from my leg.
"He's almost twelve now."
"No way! You don't look old enough to have a twelve year old!"
"You flatter me, Zoe. Look at all this grey hair!"
In reality, Jagdeve had long dark cornrows and a hearty Jamaican accent that hinted she was in her  late twenties, though it was clear she was older from the strands of grey and the age of Oliver.
"That's healing nicely. I'll get the plaster strips while Chloe looks over your ankle."
Chloe led us back to the x-ray room and took some more pictures of my leg.
"Yes, just as Jagdeve suspected. You're healing up well. Another five weeks and you'll be starting physio. You'll thirty weeks then, right?"
Jagdeve plastered up my leg and then discharged me.
"Right, let's go assemble that Moses basket." Alfie said.
"You mean you will and I'll watch." I laughed.

I'm really sorry guys, this chapter got conflicted and I had to rewrite it :/ I'm in Wales at the moment, which is awesome! Also one of my readers DMed me asking for my IG so here you go:
IG: claudia.grace.xx
New chapters soon, it's all laid out. Xxx