Second Chances

I showed up to my Mom’s house after our fight.

She was surprised to see me without Zayn.

I guess she knew better than to ask questions.

I walked straight to the couch and lied down.

My babies are moving all over and I’m hurting.

Zayn always used to rub my belly.

He used to make me feel better.

I miss him already.

I have no one to blame but myself.

Kat didn’t really have a part in it.

Well, she did, but the rest was all me.

I technically forced Zayn to walk away.

I let my anger get the better of me and now I’m alone.

I tirelessly rub my hand on my face.

My engagement ring slides across my cheek.

I could’ve had it all.

A wedding.

A wonderful husband.

And a beautiful family.

But life always fails me.

I just hope I can dig myself out of this hole.

-

I toss and turn the entire night.

Sleep fails me.

I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping with someone.

I’ve grown onto Zayn.

He used to support my belly.

I’m hopeless without him now.

I stuff a pillow between my legs and hug another one.

It’s not the same.

My frustration gets the better of me and I kick my blankets and the pillows off my bed.

The waterworks turn on and I’m left a mess.

Mom comes in my room.

“Are you okay sweetie?”

“No. I can’t sleep.” I sob. “Do we have anymore pillows?”

“I don’t think it’s the pillows Ana. You need Zayn.” Mom says.

I shake my head refusing.

“Yes Ana. You need him and you know it.”

Mom knows best.

“He walked away from me Mom.” I argue.

“No. You made him walk away.” Mom snarls.

“What do you know? You weren’t even there.” I snap.

“Anastasia. I know you very well. You’re very stubborn and hard-headed.”

I look away.

She’s right.

I provoked all of this.

“You have problems trusting people Ana. Zayn really likes you. He stepped up and now it’s your turn.”

“Okay Mom.” I moan.

“If you were going to have trouble with him, you shouldn’t have agreed to be his wife!”

I take a deep breath and stare at Mom.

“He said that he didn’t want the babies.” I say.

“He didn’t mean too. You must have said something.”

“He said it! If he said it, he feels it.”

“That’s not true Ana. You’re looking for a way to back out.” Mom says.

I pick up a pillow and cover my head.

I don’t want to hear any of this.

“Zayn has chosen to be with you and raise your guys’ kids together. He’s the father and you must allow him to be in their lives. You cannot throw that away over something so small.”

I hide under my blankets.

I can’t see my Mom’s face.

As soon as I hear her walk out of the room and I peek my head out.

My life is gone.

I selfishly made my boyfriend walk away from me when I know I’m going to need help.

As soon as these babies come out, Zayn will be correct when I have trouble.

I’ll have no one to blame but myself.

-

*Zayn’s POV*

My life is a mess right now.

I can’t sleep without Ana next to me.

I’m so used to a hard belly hovering over me.

My life is incomplete without her.

I never knew she would have this much of an effect on me.

Sure Ana was my fiancé, but she still seem unreal.

It’s as if I could never believe that she was actually going to be mine.

But she did overreact when we ran into Kat.

I tried my best to keep my cool, but Ana was on a rampage.

I accidently said something that wasn’t supposed to be said, but I didn’t know it would lead to all of this.

It’s hard to decide whether Kat is at fault too.

She blurted out old things that I said to her that was not helping out the situation.

I don’t know if she did that to help me, or to make matters worse.

But of course, shit still got fucked up.

Ana is gone.

She walked away and I walked away.

I didn’t want to, but I would’ve turned out bad both ways.

One of us would have walked away eventually.

But what Ana had thought was not going to be true.

I was never going to leave her.

I was never going to remember the bet I had with Harry.

And I was going to marry her even if she didn’t become pregnant.

I was still going to get to know her even if the bet wasn’t made.

It’s going to be hard for me to ‘get over her’ or to ‘move on’.

What if I can’t forget her?

She was going to be my family.

I sit up in the bed.

I groan in anger and frustration.

My love, my happiness, my passion.

It’s all that I used to describe Ana.

And now she’s gone.

I feel my tears rising.

This has got to be the hundredth time today.

I let them fall, thinking about a life without Ana when my phone rings.

I immediately grab it, hopping it will be Ana.

When I see the first letter being A, my heart jumps.

I pick up without any hesitation, but I suddenly had nothing to say.

It felt as if I forgot how to talk.

“Zayn?” Ana asks.

I let out a shaky breath, hoping she would hear it.

I still didn’t have any words to say.

I couldn’t even say her name.

“Can you say something?”

My tongue feels thick and swollen.

I’m light-headed.

I can’t comprehend her words.

“Zayn. Please.” Ana begs.
I quickly take the phone away from my ear.

I press the end button.

I can’t talk to her.

Not now.

Notes

Both Ana and Zayn are being stubborn.
If only they could get back together.......

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