We Can Handle It (ONE DIRECTION)

Part 11.

~7 Months Pregnant~

Today was the day were I would find out whether the baby was a boy or a girl. I was rooting for a boy while everybody else was rooting for a girl. Martin drove me to the doctors because Zayn had to meet up with management.

“You ready?” Martin asked excitedly.  I smirked.

“Stoked.” He came around and helped me out of my car, which I was getting a little too big for. He slung his arm around my shoulder as we made our way to the waiting room. There wasn’t really a wait we got called right into the doctors office. Martin helped me lay down on the bed and i lifted my shirt for the cold gel. The nurse placed the little stick and started rubbing around until the picture on the monitor cleared up.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD

“That’s its heartbeat.” The nurse said smiling at me. Martin wiped the tear that fell down my cheek.

“Don’t cry sis.” He said kissing my temple.

“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” The nurse asked. I quickly shook my head yes.

“Congratulation Ms. Jackson you will be having a baby boy.” She cheered.

I burst into tears of joy as I watch my baby boy move around. She gave me a IT’S A BOY  sticker and some screen shots of my baby boy. I dropped Martin off and drove back to Zayn and Is flat. I couldn’t wait to share the news with Zayn. I walked in and it was completely dark.

“Babe? Im home.” I walked into the living room and noticed a couple of suitcases stacked against the wall. That’s odd.

“Babe?” I whispered as I walked into the bedroom, Zayn was sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up and gave me a sly smile.

I sat in his laps excited to share the news with him.

“So guess what I found out today?” I said reaching into my pocket. I pulled out the pictures of the ultrasound and gave them to him. He looked over them and a tear slipped down his cheek. He put one of the pictures in his pocket and gave me the rest. He rested his hands on my stomach and met my eyes.

“Take care of him babe.” His voice cracked as he said this.

“huh? Of course I . .we will.” I said grabbing his hand. He sighed loudly.

“whats wrong love?”

“Ashton I  . .. I cant do this anymore.” He spoke.

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“Management is constantly down my back about us and its affecting my work so I cant this anymore.im to stressed out. Im breaking up with you Ashton.” He said standing us up.

I started to cry, there was no way my fiancé was breaking up with me when I was 7 months pregnant with HIS baby.

“No no no no no no no no no. Don’t do this Zayn. You CANT do this!! Wh-what am I spose to do when the baby comes?! You cant just throw me out of your life like that!! We love each other!!” I shouted as more tears ran down my cheeks.

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be babe.” He said trying to calm me down. HE didn’t even care. He wasn’t gunna fight for us.

“Your stuff is in the living room, I didn’t want to make it awkward.” He said running his hand through his hair.

“Y-youre kicking me out?” I whispered. He just nodded.

“You can keep the car tho.” He said leaving the room.