Second Chances

I'm nine months in.

My back hurt, my ankles hurt and I had to pee every five minutes.

People said that being pregnant was great?

Well I was struggling to find the benefits of this at the moment.

Sure I’ll have twins after but seriously what was good about needing to pee so often.

And to top it off, I’m alone.

But that’s my fault.

I haven’t called Zayn since he hung up on me.

He doesn’t want to talk and I can understand.

My hard-headed ass told him to leave.

And it’s my biggest regret, because I really need help.

There was knocking at my door.

I was home alone.

Mom’s out on business again.

The knocking continued.

I groaned and got out of bed to open the door.

Pounding came.

“Pregnant lady walking!” I yelled.

I swung the door open and squeezed my eyes shut as a party popper exploded into my face.

When I opened them, four men, including Harry were standing at my door.

All of them with a present in their hands.

“Happy Baby Shower.” They sung.

My eyes widen in shocked.

I completely forgot that baby showers existed.

“What’s this?” I finally ask.

“Your baby shower.” One of them says.

“And you are?”

He giggles a bit before introducing himself.

“I’m Liam. And this is Louis and Niall. And I think you know Harry.” He says with a steady tone.

“You guys are friends with Zayn. Aren’t you?” I ask.

They all nod.

My eyes fall on Harry.

“Listen Ana. I’m really sorry for what happened. I feel terrible.” Harry starts to say.

“I’ll deal with you later.” I snap, cutting him off in the process.

I open my door wider to allow the boys to come in.

“How did you guys know where I live?”

“Zayn told us. In fact, he asked us to come.” Louis shrugs.

Now I feel terrible.

“He wanted us to give you these.” Niall says placing all the gifts in front of me.

One by one, I open all of them.

We don’t know the genders, but there are varieties of clothes and toys.

For both girls and boys.

The tears form and I dry my eyes.

“Zayn has been really bad Ana. He misses you. And he loves you. He is really depressed right now. It scares me. I have never seen him like this. Not since his father left him and his mother.” Harry whispers.

I jerk my head up at him.

Harry compared me to Zayn’s father.

I hurt him, just like his father did.

My crying rises again.

The boys surround me and gently pat me.

I need to see Zayn.

I need to tell him how I really feel.

My love for him.

I quickly get up and put all of the clothes and toys in my room.

The boys stare at me.

I take about five trips from the living room to my room.

On the last trip, I stop and catch my breath.

I stood straight as my back started to ache.

When I felt normal, I took a step.

A flood of liquid rushed from my body and down my pants onto the floor.

Then the pain appeared.

It was like a light period cramp and I knew what was happening.

Without thinking, I walked straight into the living room and tapped Harry’s shoulder.

He turned around and frowned once he noticed my breathing.

The boys followed his lead.

“Ana?”

“My water broke. We need to get to the hospital. Now.”

Notes

Baby time.

And is Harry trustworthy now?