~James would joke "if you guys were to have a kid, it would be like Russian roulette what eye colour it would get. With your green and blue and your brown and purple eye".~
Now I know what you're thinking and no, just because my family is rich, that...
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Being back to the place I call home, is the best feeling, its comfortable. Feeling the fresh breeze from the car door opening, feels homely. I wrestle my suitcase through the front door in a hurry as I'm needed at the blues office to sign contracts and set up my office, needless to say I'm excited. I prolonged my stay in New York by two weeks, so I now I only have a week to sort out the press, luckily I have an assistant Jenny, she will help with anything I need. So right now I'm speaking to local newspapers who want interviews ahead of the season and some national, I'm putting together a schedule with an assigned PR and backup so the lads don't go alone and Jenny is scrolling through my emails to see if anything needs me attention. Ive just finished a call with the head PR of the NHL, who have finalised the players they want from each team to come and be the teams ambassador, this year they chose James as he's sub-captain for when Liam isn't playing or is in the bin. Once the call is finished I start to think about lunch, when I get the urge to puke my guts up, running to the toilet through the empty office with Jenny trailing behind me I just make it to the toilet before puking. Jenny slots in behind me holding my hair out of the way, once the toilets flushed she helps me to my feet "thank you, I'm so..." and it went blank.
BEEP... BEEP...BEEP My head is pounding and I have the urge to throw up again at the smell of hospital, legging it to the toilet, I grip the seat with one hand as the other holds my hair back. "Ms oh, Ms Dawson", "in here" I call as I flush the toilet, I'm mid washing my hands when the doctor comes in, "how are you feeling?",she asked helping me bed on to the bed "nauseous and tired", "that's to be expected in your fourth week of pregnancy", I start laughing hysterically, "sorry, can you repeat that, please, I thought you said pregnant?", "I did, your foetus is progressing nicely at this point, look here's a copy of todays scan, and if you look closely you have a tiny baby bump", I place my hand on my stomach and feel I tiny bump, "I'm pregnant?" I look nervously at the doctor, "you are, I want to book you in for a scan in four weeks time to check everything else is going well, but I expect you to be due sometime early January", "the fact I had an abortion when I was 16 won't effect the pregnancy will it", "no, your baby is looking healthy at the moment, you are free to leave once you've signed the form and picked up your prenatal vitamins". Once it's signed I get an Uber back to the office.
Im greeted by Jenny smiling "how you feeling?", "much better, thank you, the doctor said it was exhaustion from the flight to the working, so told me to work from home for a couple of days, so I'll see you Monday" I pick up my stuff with my laptop, as I walk past her desk, "and thank you again, I'm so sorry to do that to you", "Abby, don't worry its normal, go and rest, I won't tell anyone, only the boss if she asks your ill from the flight but your working from home", "your a star thank you".
As soon as I get through my front door, I slide down and cry into my knees, what I didn't realise is Sharon was sat in my living room listening to me cry my eyes out, until I was wrapped up in what I could describe as a mumma bear hug by her and Brett. "Why crying, Aunty Abs?" He innocently asks, "I'm just emotional right now, bubs", "baby, go back to watching your cartoons, mummies going to help Aunt Abby", "ok, feel better soon Aunty", "I will". I stand with some help from Sharon "you need to spill" I just nodded.
Once were sat in the kitchen, "I fainted at work, was rushed to hospital, where they told me iwasfourweekspregnant", "I'm sorry I didn't get that", "I'm four weeks pregnant" I said slower and a more normal volume, "oh and to just top things off, its Liams, you know the same Liam that my best friend" her eyes are wide, "well, congratulations, when are you going to tel him?", "when he comes home, we agreed we need to talk about that night as we have spoke once since and that was to agree we missed each other".
We spent the rest of the afternoon with Brett cuddled up to me before he said "Aunty, your stomach isn't flat anymore, why?" I looked down at his hand on my belly "can you keep a secret between you, me and mummy (he nodded) that's a baby growing in there and in 8 months he or she will begin my arms", he looks at me with wide eyes just like his mum a few minutes earlier "a baby, how?", "when to people of the opposite gender are over 20 years old they have special hug and they wish for a baby, but you have to be old enough" Sharon looked relieved she doesn't have to make something up as I've done that, "who did you have the special hug with?", "right now that's a secret until I speak to him, as I only found out today".
He nodded and rested his head agains the bump, "its a comfy pillow" that made me and Sharon laugh.
I fell asleep shortly after Sharon and Brett left a little after 8 with a belly full of pizza, much to babies request. As I was drifting off all I could think was how to tell Liam. He comes back in three days so, when we meet up I'll bring him the other copy of the scan, glued on to a puck. As an impulse buy when Sharon was here, I bought a onesie with 'daddies little treasure' printed on it, so I'll do a little collection box.
