Snow is Zayn Malik's forgotten older sister. She ran away when she was five, and keeps watching her brother, and protecting him like she promised, many years ago. Will her remember her or will he have forgotten? What happens when a certain someone in the band falls for Snow? A certain boy who just happens to be pigeon obsessed and loves carrots.


19. Doctor's Appointment

Perrie's POV

Zayn agreed to come to my monthly check-up on the tiny embryo growing inside me. I felt safe when he was around, as if my ex-boyfriend wouldn't barge in and demand to take my child from me. We stood by silently and together in the waiting room of the medical center, having yet to be called in.

Most of the other ladies in the room were heavy pregnant; gaining much wait with the process of making a child. The excuse for 'eating for two' is fake. You can eat as much as you did before the pregnancy and stay the same wait you were before birth after birth. So I didn't get it when women complained f being fat and blaming the pregnancy for what they did to themselves.

The baby hadn't grown much, due to my loss of appetite whenever I feel like I'm going to hurl; which really bothered me because what kind of girls doesn't like to eat? I shake the thoughts from my head, because I felt as if the baby would read my mind and prompt me to throw up as soon as it wanted me to.

Once I rid my brain from all possible pregnancy situations that could go wrong, the doctors had called for Zayn and me to go into the back room. Zayn took a seat in an uncomfortable plastic stool, while I sat upon the crinkling paper that covered the 'bed'; if you could call it that.

We weren't in the tiny room for long before the doctor finally showed up. The doctor, whose name was Dr. Kimaya, had lifted my shirt up and underneath my bra line, exposing my bare stomach. She then oozed on the gel to prepare me for the second sonogram I've ever bad; the first being the day before I told Zayn about the pregnancy.

Dr. Kimaya didn't make a sound when rubbing the gel around, looking for the placement of the fetus growing inside me; suddenly all those thoughts of miscarriage and stillbirth and dying after giving birth rushed back into my mind. As much as I wanted to push those thoughts back, they kept moving into the front of my head and arranged into an image of what could possibly happen.

Luckily, it wasn't anything as bad as I thought when Dr. Kimaya told me to open my eye, which I hadn't noticed were closed, to look at the black screen with an x-ray screening of my stomach and a noticeable spot near the middle; it was my baby.

"Unfortunately, you have to wait until the next month if you want to know the gender of your baby." Dr. Kimaya apologized before closing her file folder for me up and walked out of the room, leaving Zayn and me to marvel at the baby; our baby.

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