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Our Heaven-Z.M.

Our Heaven-Z.M.

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Zayn's pov I watched her. I didn't just watch her. I watched her give birth to my- wait no our child. Our little girl. Her name is Zaynia Rayn Malik because soon my beautiful love Delilah would have my last name. My thoughts were pulled away when I heard a doctor say "Were losing her!" Right when the doctor said that she looked at me and whispered so only I could hear "I love you Zayn. Take care of our baby" and she smiled and a tear slipped out of my eye. Right then I knew she took her last breath on this earth. I was soon rushed out of the room. "I love you too my love" ---------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like this story. I'll try my best on it WARNING SELF HARM AND SUICIDE PLEASE DONT READ IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU AND ALSO THERE IS ALOT OF TIME PASSING IN THIS AND IT MAY JUST BE A SHORT STORY THIS HAS ONLY 4 PARTS UNLESS I DECIDE TO MAKE MORE PARTS WITH THEM BEING IN HEAVEN
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