I hope you enjoy! c:
This request was asked to be very dramatic so that's why it's so.....yeah. :)
"Jazzy!" Zayn called. "Coming!" You called back, slowly coming down the stairs. "Beautiful. As always." Zayn said. He pecked your lips causing you to grin. You was 8 months pregnant and Zayn was super helpful with anything.
He helped you down the steps and into the car. He kissed your cheek before closing the door and walking over to his side. You pulled the seatbelt over you and snapped it. Zayn did the same then started the car. You planned on spending the day with Zayn, Liam and Danielle. (I know they're not together anymore ): )
You were almost there when a large truck came onto your side of the road, hitting you head on. A sharp pain shot through your body, the main source being your stomach.
You guys eventually came to a stop, bumping slightly into a pole.
"Jazzy?" Zayn asked from beside you. "Zayn...." You mumbled. "Jazzy, stay awake okay?" you heard the panic in Zayn's voice. "Okay." you said tiredly. You heard sirens outside and a bunch of heavy footsteps rushing to you and Zayn. They got Zayn out easily but your seatbelt wouldn't come undone.
"Jazzy!" you heard Zayn call as your eyes closed. You was still aware of your surroundings, hearing everything. "We got it!" you heard a man yell. The seatbelt was cut off and you was placed on a stretcher. "Jazzy!" Zayn screamed again and you couldn't say anything back because you was slowly fading into darkness......
"Jazzy?" you heard Zayn ask. You blinked, opening your eyes. "Zayn?" you said, your voice raspy. He handed you a cup of water. You drunk it and sat it on your bedside table. You took in your surroundings. You was in a hospital. Zayn had cuts and bruises here and there and a cast on his wrist.
You had a cast on your right one as well. You had a bandage wrapped around your stomach and you noticed it was slightly smaller. You looked up at Zayn again with a panicked look. "She died." was all he said and you understood. "They tried to save her." he said. You started bawling instantly. Zayn comforted you, whispering sweet and soothing things in your hair, all while embracing your body.
About a week, you got to to home. You felt fine on the outside, but you felt like completely crap on the inside. You had to bury the baby, even name it so they could put it on the tombstone. You named her Georgia Marie.
About 2 months later, you got pregnant again and Zayn was almost too careful with this one. It was a girl as well. You named her Kyleigh Marie after her deceased sister. You had a boy and named him Adrian Jawaad. And you lived happily ever after, but nothing was exactly the same as before between you and Zayn.