Kattie's POV
As I sit there, hands clenched in my lap, the silence feels heavier than anything I've faced. Lana is behind those soundproofed doors, delivering Zayn's first child. The thought tightens my chest, flooding me with a mix of emotions I can't quite pin down. Part of me knows I should be here, supportive and present, but the rest of me feels like an outsider—left on the edge, watching as another woman brings Zayn something I can't give him yet. I feel like I'm sort of under pressure about it.
Each second stretches on painfully, and I realize I'm not only worrying about Lana and the baby but also what this means for Zayn and me. How do I stand next to him through all of this without feeling like I'm losing my place in his life? Just thinking about it brings this suffocating wave of insecurity, yet I'm trapped, forced to stay here, waiting.
