He Loves Me
The Baby is Ready
Alyssa,
~8 1/2 months later~
I was laying in bed with Zayn, still in my pj's. His tour ended so we had time to spend together. The pain from the baby kicking hurt too much. Zayn finally woke up, staring at me with his beautiful eyes. "Does it hurt?" Zayn asked concerned. I nodded eagerly, it hurt way too much.
I started to stand up but then I felt something wet slide down my leg. I turned around to see Zayn and yelled "My water broke!" Zayn quickly ran over to me and helped me down the stairs. He yelled for his mom to come and she started to cry. He rubbed her shoulder and we walked out to the car. Before we left, I looked at myself in the mirror, my baby bump was very visible.
Once we arrived, paparazzi had their jaws dropped as far as ever and we tried to get to the door. Zayn got me a wheel chair to sit in, and called doctors saying that we needed to be in the ER.
I was wheeled to a room where I changed into a paper gown thing and was laying on a bed. I started to have contractions that hurt like hell. The doctors said it would be about 3 hours until I would be fully ready to give birth. In the meantime, Zayn called Harry, Louis, Liam, and Niall. All of the boys and Tricia (even Zayn) had to stay in the waiting room outside of the ER. Zayn would be allowed in once I was giving birth.
Doctors were talking to me because I was really nervous about this. Before we were in the ER, Tricia reassured me that everything would go fine. I believed her and soon was ready to start pushing. The nurses and doctors called Zayn in and he sat by me the whole time.
I felt the baby pushing against me eagerly, wanting to come out. The doctors made me count to ten for every push. I was in such pain, but it was worth it to bring a new life into this world.
Finally, the doctors said "One more push, that's all it will take." I gave one hard push and everyone started cheering and clapping. They held the baby in front of me and I started to cry. "What is the gender?" I asked between sniffs.
"It's a....boy!" Zayn yelled excitedly. I chuckled and he asked "So what are we naming him?"
"Pringle, his name is Pringle." I responded. Zayn smiled and nodded. The doctors quickly rushed my baby away, making sure he was healthy.
The doctors came back soon with Pringle wrapped in a little blanket, giving me all of the information about baby Pringle.
The boys were called in, each taking turns holding him. When it was time to leave, I held him very carefully, not wanting to drop him. Paparazzi snapped photos, and me wanting them to leave. I got into the car and gave Pringle a kiss on the forehead before Zayn started to drive away.
~8 1/2 months later~
I was laying in bed with Zayn, still in my pj's. His tour ended so we had time to spend together. The pain from the baby kicking hurt too much. Zayn finally woke up, staring at me with his beautiful eyes. "Does it hurt?" Zayn asked concerned. I nodded eagerly, it hurt way too much.
I started to stand up but then I felt something wet slide down my leg. I turned around to see Zayn and yelled "My water broke!" Zayn quickly ran over to me and helped me down the stairs. He yelled for his mom to come and she started to cry. He rubbed her shoulder and we walked out to the car. Before we left, I looked at myself in the mirror, my baby bump was very visible.
Once we arrived, paparazzi had their jaws dropped as far as ever and we tried to get to the door. Zayn got me a wheel chair to sit in, and called doctors saying that we needed to be in the ER.
I was wheeled to a room where I changed into a paper gown thing and was laying on a bed. I started to have contractions that hurt like hell. The doctors said it would be about 3 hours until I would be fully ready to give birth. In the meantime, Zayn called Harry, Louis, Liam, and Niall. All of the boys and Tricia (even Zayn) had to stay in the waiting room outside of the ER. Zayn would be allowed in once I was giving birth.
Doctors were talking to me because I was really nervous about this. Before we were in the ER, Tricia reassured me that everything would go fine. I believed her and soon was ready to start pushing. The nurses and doctors called Zayn in and he sat by me the whole time.
I felt the baby pushing against me eagerly, wanting to come out. The doctors made me count to ten for every push. I was in such pain, but it was worth it to bring a new life into this world.
Finally, the doctors said "One more push, that's all it will take." I gave one hard push and everyone started cheering and clapping. They held the baby in front of me and I started to cry. "What is the gender?" I asked between sniffs.
"It's a....boy!" Zayn yelled excitedly. I chuckled and he asked "So what are we naming him?"
"Pringle, his name is Pringle." I responded. Zayn smiled and nodded. The doctors quickly rushed my baby away, making sure he was healthy.
The doctors came back soon with Pringle wrapped in a little blanket, giving me all of the information about baby Pringle.
The boys were called in, each taking turns holding him. When it was time to leave, I held him very carefully, not wanting to drop him. Paparazzi snapped photos, and me wanting them to leave. I got into the car and gave Pringle a kiss on the forehead before Zayn started to drive away.
8/16/13