"One of your babies.." The doctor finished the sentence and I broke down. Liam squeezed my hand, "It'll be okay baby I swear the baby will grow up like any other children, I swear it." I can't believe my baby boy is going to have Down syndrome. I felt a little pity and glee, it was like a morad. Bitter-sweet. I felt pity because my little boy would get so much hatred. Glee because he would be different. He is still alive at least. He would look like his brother for the most part.
Liam drove us back home, one hand on my thigh, one on the steering wheel. I rest my hands on my stomach. I dialed Louis' number. It took three rings until he picked up. "What's up sis," He exclaimed. I broke down in hysterics, crying harder than ever before. "I'm coming over."
I just cried and cried the whole ride back. Liam rushed to my door, opening it for me and taking my hand. Louis was already here, with Eleanor of course. He stared at me until I got to the door. I unlocked it and sat on the couch. "One baby will have Down Syndrome," I blurted. That night was filled with tears. Too many tears.
