Annabelle Arabella Hemmings.
29 January 1995
It's not easy being Luke Hemmings older sister and practically mother. Our childhood was pretty rough and we were the only ones there for each other. What will happen when I join him on tour? What will he...
We pulled into the drive way to Luke literally running out the house.
Luke: "how was it?! Everything okay?!"
Me: "everything's fine but"
Luke: "but? There's a but?!"
Michael: "she's nearly 15 weeks not 12 so we know the sex"
Luke: "WHAT IS IT?! WHAT IS IT?!"
Me and Michael: "a boy"
Luke: "YES!! CAL AND ASH OWE ME $20"
Me: "why??"
Luke: "I bet you'd have a boy!"
Michael: "easy money"
* time skip. Just under a week later*
I was out with Anne getting lunch and I was about to tell her I was pregnant. I was just about to actually say it when I felt a weird feeling so my sentence started as "I'm" and ended "I need the toilet". Luckily she laughed it off. I went to the toilet and saw blood. I started hysterically crying not knowing what to do. I fumbled for my phone and dialled for Michael.
Michael: "hey, darling. Have you told Anne? How she take it?"
Me: "mi-Mike"
Michael: "angel? What is it?! Where are you? What's happened?"
Me: "t-the cafe I-I'm bl-bleeding"
Michael: "stay there I'm coming we'll go to the hospital, okay?"
Me: "h-hurry pl-please"
Michael: "I'm on my way, angel. I'll be there soon I promise"
I managed to pluck up the courage to go back out to Anne. I didn't tell her what had happened just that I had to go. This is what I love about her she understood, she wasn't angry maybe a little upset but she got it.
Michael rushed through the door and helped me into the car. We rushed to the hospital where they told us what I already knew. I'd lost the baby. We even had a name for him. Apparently it's only a 1-2% chance to lose the baby so far along.
Dr: "I'm sorry. We'll give you two a minute"
Michael sat on the edge of the bed resting his head on mine. Tears fell onto the top of my head.
Me: "I'm sorry"
Michael: "why? It's not your fault, darling"
Me: "I must've done something. I was the one carrying him"
Michael: "sometimes things happen for no reason, baby. It's not your fault"
Me: "h-he's gone"
Michael: "yeah..."
Me: "our little Harrison"
That's the name we'd chosen for him. We both just sat there hugging each other, crying before we left to go home. On the way I messaged Luke, I couldn't bring myself to say it to him, he was so happy.
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The next few days me and Michael just stayed in bed. I was the big spoon for once, his head against my chest as I played with his hair. His tears falling onto my top as mine fell on the pillow and top of his head. We were broken. We weren't expecting it, at all. Didn't even think it would be a possibility, especially this late into the pregnancy. I thought that's why you waited till 12 weeks to tell people because then the chance of a miscarriage is gone or at least very low, guess I'm just part of that 1-2 %.
