The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight - Father-To-Be

"This is my card, give me a call if you have any questions." Dr. Peters holds out a white card, and I take it with a smile. It's been ages since I've smiled this much at someone. It feels nice. "I'll see you in three months for your next scan. If you go to the desk at the front, they will book the appointment for you." Dr. Peters smiles at me.

"Thank you." I say. Zayn goes to the door, he seems to be in a rush to leave. Dr. Peters puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the door. His touch is soft and warm, my back tingles.

"Take it easy, and eat the right foods and the right amounts. You're eating for two, remember." Dr. Peters gives me a smile and a wink.

"Lea?" Zayn's voice came from the door. He looks on edge.

"Thanks again Dr. Peters." I say then leave with Zayn by my side. We walk back down the corridor and to the front desk.

"Did everything go ok?" The same nurse as before asks with a smile that looks uncomfortable.

"Yes." I say. "I need to pick up a photo, and book another appointment."

The nurse nods then goes into another room. When she comes back there is a small photo in her hands. She sets it down in front of me, and I pick it up to end up smiling.

"How many months till your next scan?" The nurse asks, looking at the computer.

"Three months." I say with a hint of excitement.

"See you on May 22nd." The nurse gives me one last smile before me and Zayn leave. Zayn holds the door open for me when we get to his car, I smile a thanks at him. As soon as he gets in the drivers side, we set off.

There is silence in the car, even with the radio on. Zayn hasn't said a word to me since I was in the hospital bed. Has it finally sunk in that I have ruined his life? Maybe he wants noting to do with all this. Which I don't mind, it is his choice.

I take out the photo the nurse gave me. It is a picture of my ultrascan. As soon as I lay my eyes on the little peanut shape, I smile. I can't help it. Even at this stage it's so beautiful, maybe it will be to hard to give him or her up.

"I want to tell the boys." Zayn finally speaks. I put the picture in my pocket and look at him.

"Ok," I say.

"Today." This shocks me a bit. I understand that he would want to tell the boys, but now?

"Zayn, you can't tell them today." I look out of the windscreen. Little drops of rain spatter on the glass, the hidden sun reflects off the water making them look like little diamonds.

"Why not? They are like my brothers, I would like them to know." He argues. Zayn stops the car and I realise that we are at my flat.

"We don't know what we are going to do with him or her yet!" I say,  looking at him.

"I saw your face in the hospital and just now, you love that baby!"

Was he right? Do I love our baby? I look down at my belly and place my hand softly over it. Maybe I do and I don't want to admit it.

"I still haven’t made up my mind. Maybe you have, but I haven’t." I get out of Zayn's car and slam it shut with a loud bang. I walk around the front of the car and start to make my way up the stairs. Before I can get my keys in the key hole, Zayn barges in front of me, blocking me from going inside.

"Lea, I am telling them." He says. "And I want you there when I do."

"Get out of my way, Zayn." I try and push him aside but he doesn't move, we just end up getting closer. Rain soaks through my clothes, making me tremble. Zayn's quiff has flattened and water drips down his face.