Sober.

Eighteen.

I held on to Zayn's hand as I laid in the operating room with a blue curtain in front of my face. "I'm so nervous." "I know luvbug but it will be okay I promise." I nodded my head and kissed them gently as the medicine calmed my body. "Okay you'll feel some pressure it shouldn't be too bad." I nodded my head as one of the nurses sat at the other side of my head. I squeezed Zayn's hand as I felt all the different pressures and that's when I heard it, a faint cry. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. "Congratulations it's a girl!" They showed me my daughter over the curtain and took her away just like that. It was like she was ripped away from me a piece was missing. They sewed me back up and wheeled me to recovery before I was fast asleep.