Stay With Me

Stay With Me: Part 14

‘WE DONT HAVE TIME TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL! IM SORRY MR MALIK!’ I heard the doctor say to Zayn.

‘WHAT? SHE IS NOT HAVING THE BABY HERE!!’ Zayn exclaimed, obviously wanting me to be comfortable and happy.

‘ZAYN! I DONT CARE! I JUST NEED TO GET THIS LITTLE GIRL OUT OF ME!’ I said during another contraction.

Zayn rushed over to me and apologised and saying he just wants what’s best for me, blah blah blah.

After 10 more minutes of Zayn repeatedly whispering in my ear to breathe and calm down, I wanted to slap him in the face...so I did. Of course, I did apologise after with a slight chuckle and he just said,

‘Don’t worry if I was you I would have kicked me in the balls by now!’ he said which made me laugh, ‘I’m only doing it because that’s all I know I should do...’

‘Haha how about you make me happy by doing as I say?’ I asked.

‘Sure...’ he replied.

‘Sit behind me so I can lean on you...’ he raised his eyebrows but did as he was told and moved behind me and opened his legs in a straddle shape so I fitted perfectly between his legs, I leaned on his front sighing in pleasure.

‘Now what?’ he asked.

‘Tie my hair up?...’ I said putting my wrist in front of his face so he could take the hair band I always kept there and tie my hair so that it was all out of my face, including my fringe.

‘Better?’ Zayn said.

‘Yeah, I just needed to get comfortable and rel-owwww!!’ I said finishing my sentence with a scream after receiving the worst contraction yet.

I reached out for both of Zayns hands that were both conveniently placed beside my hips so that I easily grasped them and squeezed as hard as I could. I kept shouting ‘sorry’ because it obviously hurt him. I know I didn’t need to shout that but like I’ve said, I am terrible when it comes down to pain. I will scream, shout and writhe uncomfortably trying to get rid of it... I decided to try that now, although it didn’t work it just made it worse. Zayn rested his head on my shoulder that wasn’t occupied by my head leaning tiredly on it, I had my eyes closed as I winced in pain. Zayn whispered,

‘Babe I think you’re ready...’ I looked up at him wondering how he would possibly know that and to my surprise there he was, the doctor that Louis had called to help me give birth. All the other boys had left when I realised I would have to take my trousers and pants off, although harry was just in the next room because somehow he knew lots about how to care for a woman in labour so if backup was needed all we had to do was call for him.

The doctor said, ‘(y/n) you’re ready!’

My face went pale, I was dreading this I was way too tired to even talk let alone give birth! But I knew it had to be done. There’s no turning back now. With all the strength I had left, I called out for Harry,

‘Yes (y/n) what’s wrong?’

‘I need another hand to hold, I don’t want to possibly break both of Zayns...’ I said with a slight chuckle but I still had a worried expression plastered onto my face.

‘Oh yay!’ he said sarcastically, maybe using the words ‘possibly break his hands’ wasn’t the best way to get Harry to help but he was still willing to offer a hand so as a way of saying thank you, I smiled a thankful smile to him.

‘Alright, (y/n) this is how it’s going to work, on your next contraction I’m going to tell you to push, ok?’ I nodded in reply and then screamed in searing pain a few seconds later. And as you expected you heard that dreaded word,

‘PUUSSHH!!!’ you heard the doctor and Zayn and Harry say to you.

You squeezed the boys’ hands as hard as you could to push harder. After the 3rd push you turned your head to Zayn,

‘I can’t do this! I’m exhausted and it f*cking hurts!!!’ I screamed.

‘Look. (y/n) you have no choice but please do it for me and the baby! I hate seeing you in so much pain but you have to do this please?’ you nodded with a slight smile and you pouted your lips, signalling for Zayn to kiss you, he did so and the you had another contraction and without being asked to, you pushed wanting to get it over and done with, and you pushed so hard, that all it took was that one last push... you heard yours and Zayns baby screaming and Zayn and Harry sighing after all that torture their hands had been through. You looked to your left and saw Zayns reaction, it was priceless. Happy tears were streaming down his face and he had cupped his mouth and chin in his hands. You got handed your baby and you took Zayns non-tortured hand and held your baby girl for the first time. The feeling was unreal, you could not stop smiling. Your life was perfect, you had your own baby with the best man in the world, the man the means so much to you. You looked at Harry and could tell he was desperate to hold the baby but you gave her to Zayn first, he was her dad. You had to.

‘I promise you will be the most spoilt little girl ever and no one will ever hurt you, coz I can’t love you more than this!’ you smiled at his little cheesy speech and kissed him and spent the rest of the night introducing her to the boys until you collapsed into Zayns arms and fell fast asleep. Before unconsciousness washed over you, you whispered,

‘Melanie Trisha Malik.’ The name you and Zayn had pondered over for a while.

You looked up at him and saw he smiled knowing exactly what you meant and was sure his mum would be honoured. He said,

‘Melanie Trisha Malik, welcome to the world.’

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