My heart battered in my chest from the thundering blaring outside.
Sounds of screams and rainfall crashing against the window.
Then Brit screeches to the top of her lung and I grimace from the painful noise.
“He’s coming! He’s almost here!”
With adhesion clinging to her neck, Brit heavily pants and I hold my breath.
Both of her hands gripping the railing for stability as sweat collects on her forehead.
The nurse encouraging her to push through the pains of labor.
“One last push!”
The doctor begins to count down while Spencer holds Brit’s hand.
All three of us waiting in anticipation while Brit writhes in pain. “Now!”
Brit screams and I grimace as her face turns a dark shade of purple.
Beautiful cries fill the room and a pair of tiny lungs makes his presence known.
“There you go! Atta girl!”
Brit falls into the pillows and I rush to her bedside; squeezing her hand.
“You did it.”
She gives me a weak thumbs up as her eyes shut.
Exhaustion weighing down her face and her muscles as her grip loosens.
“A beautiful baby boy.”
The Doctor smiles and wraps the little boy in a blanket.
Meanwhile Spencer loudly sniffles and tears gush down his face.
You know they’re a man when they cry at their son’s birth...
Zayn pats Spence on the back who holds his seven-pound newborn in his arms.
A warm smile graces my lips and highlights the joy on my face.
Spencer takes a blue cotton cap from the nurse and delicately places it on his sons head.
Brit croaks, squeezing my hand and I dart my attention to her.
Purple bags beneath her eyes as her beauty lies hidden underneath.
“Can I hold him?”
She asks and I nod my head; kissing her forehead.
Spence happily trots to her bedside and gingerly passes her their baby.
“Our son, babe.” Spence cradles Brit’s cheek and kisses her.
Causing me to turn away and give them some privacy.
“It’s official. I have no more earwax left.” Zayn chortles behind me.
I give him a small giggle before turning to face him.
“It was worth it.”
I drape my arms over his shoulders and stand on my tippy toes.
Pressing my lips again this soft pair as Zayn’s arm encircle my waist.
“Spence wanted to do something here,”
He whispers and I pull my eyebrows together.
Just when I prompted my question, Spencer took a velvet box out of his pocket.
I gasp as Brit takes the box from his hands and opens it.
Her eyes widening while her mouth gapes apart and my throat goes dry.
A gorgeous oval-shaped Diamond ring stealing the center of attention.
“Marry me?” Spencer implores.
A tear sheds down Brit’s face and she busily nods her head.
“I’ll marry you.” She smiles.
Spencer cheekily smiles and places the jewel into her ring finger.
“I feel so single right now.” I openly giggle and Zayn grunts.
“Woman you have me.”
With that he snuggles his head into my nape and cradles my waist with his arms.
“That’s all I need.”
I warmly smile and smooch his cheek.
“I love you.”
He adorably agrees by groaning and tightens his grip.
“I love you more.”
I lean my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes to savor the moment.
“That’s gonna be us soon.” His breath tickles my ear and I frown.
The mere thought of having children scaring my inner demons.
“If fate allows that for me.”
I felt my chest twist into a cable cord and a sharp pain ignited my nerves.
“Don’t think like that Ana.”
Zayn says and purposefully repositions me in his arms.
“It’s all I can think about. What we can have. What we can be.”
I comb my fingers through his hair that hasn’t been washed in three days.
“It keeps the nightmares from escaping my mind,” I dubiously admit.
The grin in his eyes spreads guilt within my chest.
Forcing me to lock gazes with the floor and count the aimless tiles.
“Why did you keep that from me?”
He wriggles his arms around me when I try to break away.
“Because I knew you’d react like this. You’d worry about me like you always do-“
“Why is that such a bad thing?” Zayn interrupts me and I gulp.
“I don’t want you to worry about me.”
I shut my eyes before a tear can escape the rim.
“I’m always gonna worry. It’s what I do and I do it because I love you.”
“I know you do.”
I shyly grin and rest my head on his strong chest; inhaling a sweet breath.
Both contentment and cheerfulness filling me up from the inside.