One Direction Imagines

Zayn Long Imagine #2: You Go Into Labor

Though both you and Zayn had been happy about the news that you were pregnant, you were both still very nervous. Zayn and the boys were getting every bigger then before, and the two of you hadn't even gotten married yet.

You were well aware that a baby could really slow him down and distract him from everything, but despite that, you'd both agreed on how much you still wanted to have a child with one another, so you'd gone through the pregnancy.

Right now you were nine months and a week and way too uncomfortable to sleep. Zayn had had a long day in the recording studio so you'd sent him off to the bedroom to rest while you sat out in the living room for a little while. "Are you sure?" he'd asked, offering to sit out there with you instead.

You could see how tired he was though and didn't want him to have to sleep on the couch. "You'll be more comfortable in the bedroom," you'd said, smiling at him. "Trust me, I'm fine. I'll be in there in a little while to try and sleep," you said with a smile, waving him off.

He'd smiled at you, coming over and kissing both you and your stomach before heading off to bed. It was about midnight, re-runs of "Friends" going across the TV. You'd wanted to go to bed, but about forty minutes ago had started to feel really uncomfortable, small stomach cramps keeping you from trying.

"Damn," you muttered as another one came, your head leaning bed as you took a deep breathe. You didn't think anything was up, being that you'd had these throughout the entire pregnancy and didn't think they were anything different.

It wasn't until you felt your pants get wet that you realized what was happening. Hoisting yourself off the couch you made your way down the hall to your bedroom, just glad your contractions were only small. Going in the bedroom, you tried to shake Zayn lightly.

"Zayn, baby. Wake up, I need you," you said, trying to stay as calm as possible. The day was finally here;and you weren't that ready. Zayn, being the heavy-sleeper that he was just groaned and rolled over, not even disturbed.

You couldn't help but grow a little frustrated as you shook him a little harder. "Zayn," you said in your regularly volumed voice; still nothing. Another contraction hit you as you yelled his name this time. "Zayn!!" this time got him as he jerked awake, rolling over and managing to flop out of the bed and onto the floor.

"Christ, what is it?" he asked sitting up and looking at you. "The baby's coming," you said through clenched teeth as you fought out the peak of your current contraction. "What?!" he nearly screamed, scrambling to his feet as he helped you sit down on the bed, scrambling to find clothes to put on.

He managed to get a pair of sweats on and a shirt that was inside out; you decided not to say anything. Hurrying back to you he helped you up, grabbing your hand and starting to walk, though you stood still, not moving. He turned and looked at you questioningly.

"[Y/N]?" he questioned, still a little panicky. "I'm scared," you said, your eyes welling up. "What if I can't do this, what if I screw up?" you asked, your breathing getting harder. Zayn's own fear suddenly disappeared as he looked at you with serious eyes, turning and taking both of your hands.

"I'm scared too," he said, looking you dead in the eyes. "But I know we can do this, and I know that we'll be the best parents we can be. This baby will be loved more than anything in the world."

Bringing your hand up he kissed it, giving you a reassuring nod and smile. "We can do this," he said in a whisper. You managed to nod, feeling much better. And in the end you did and were the best you could be.

xxx Fans, votes and comments are much appreciated. ~Roxie xxx