Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Fourteen.

Alright guys,, this chapter is a lot longer than the others. This chapter kind of ties all three books together, so most of your questions will be answered, I’m warning you it’s intense, please leave your comments okay because I need to know how I’m doing with tying everything together.

Erin’s POV

                Zayn had been in the hospital for about a week now and being the amazing wife I am went and saw him every day.  During the time Zayn was in physically therapy or sleeping I took a moment to go see the twins. A boy and a girl, Laura, the girl was born first weighing in at 4lbs and 3ozs. Derrick, Born at 5lbs and 2oz.

                “Erin it’s nice to see you again.” The nurse who had grown to know my name over the short time greeted me as I walked into the nursery area. I smiled and waved at her before ducking into the next hallway down to Carly’s room.

                “Auntie Erin is here.” I spoke proudly, yet quietly in case of a sleeping child. When I walked in I saw Zach sitting in the chair next to Carly’s bed holding Derrick in his arms. The baby boy smiled up at his daddy reaching for his face.

                I would be lying if I said the ache in my chest didn’t grow at the sight. Zayn may very well not ever be a father because of my cancer. I knew that even though he tried to hide it, he wanted to be a father just as much as I wanted to be a mother, but I was starting to realize time was ticking by I was losing time to have a baby. I didn’t like the thought of waiting five years, and still there was the chance I couldn’t do it.

                “Hello Erin,” Carly came out of the room’s bathroom completely dressed in her normal clothes. I must have forgotten that today was the day she got to go home. I smiled at her and gave her hug, careful of her C-section scar still hurting her.

                “Where’s Laura?” I asked in a whisper realizing that Derrick was starting to fall asleep in Zach’s arms. Carly smiled at me with fondness-but I could feel her pity digging into my insides- She moved her head to the right gesturing to the little pink car seat in which her daughter laid.

                “Well this is sad, it’s not like I’ll never see you again though.” We all chuckled a little bit but part of me was very sure that maybe I couldn’t stand to see them as much as I used too. Seeing them with three children when I couldn’t even properly have one was something that could and probably would haunt me forever.        

                “You’ll get your moment.” Zach told me after he placed Derrick in his car seat. I just smiled at him. I knew he was talking about my moment as a mother, but like I had said eight million times before, I would probably never get to hold my own child, never get to hear someone call me mommy.

                “Well guys, I guess I will see you next week, can’t believe Molly and Tristan are getting married. It’s intense, but I need to get back to Zayn.” I kissed both children in their seats and hugged my two best friends. With quiet goodbyes and trying to hold myself together in the room like I had all week, I was crying and walking down the hallway by myself.

                “Nice to see you again.” I whipped my eyes and let my hand fall to my panted leg before I turned around. The man who had tattooed me just weeks ago stood before me with some creepy smile on me. I tried to remember his name, but it wasn’t until I remembered Zayn’s voice calling him when I remembered it.

                “Nice to see you too Louis, are you here to see Zayn?” I smiled at him. He had been so sweet to Zayn and I at the tattoo shop and something told me that had a friendship in the nine years Zayn Malik wasn’t part of my life.