Daydream Believer

Chapter Thirteen

This morning had wizzed by in the studio. I felt like I blinked and everything was done for today, and now I was driving to the airport to Eleanor, Nathan and Lucas from the airport.

For the the past day my stomach has been cramping but no period and my hormones have been very high to the point I cry at anything. I'm not sure what is is but I hope it stops soon.

Soon enough, I pull into the airport and see Eleanor and Nathan waving wildly at me, I park the car right next to them.

"Gosh! I've missed you!" Eleanor wraps me up in a tight hug. I wrap my arms around her shoulders tightly, missing that sisterly love.

"Ugh gosh! I've missed you too," I whisper out and hold her at arm length. Tears start clouding my eyesight as I look at Eleanor.

"Awh! Don't worry we are here now," Eleanor smiles as she clears away the tears from my eyes.

"How are you Georgia darling?" Nathan pulls me into a hug with one arm, holding the car seat with his other hand as Lucas sleeps in his car seat.

"I'm good, how've you been?" I ask picking up their luggage to put in the boot of the car.

"Same old, same old," Eleanor and Nathan reply in unison. I shut the boot and help Nathan strap the car seat in place.

"How's the little man been?" I nod down the my sleeping nephew, his lips pouting in his sleep just like his mother does.

"As soon as he heard the words 'Auntie Georgie' he could barely contain his excitement and wore himself out, which was great really cause he slept for most of the flight," Eleanor shrugs happily, looking back at her sleeping son.

"Can I ask you a weird question, El?" I almost whisper, sighing my words out with stress.

"Of course you can, what's playing on your mind?" Eleanor gives me a confused look.

I sigh. "What was your first pregnancy symptoms?" Eleanor raises her eyebrows. She turns to me with wide eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me something? Oh my gosh are you pregnant? Whose the dad?" Eleanor starts cheering. I roll my eyes with a laugh at her outburst.

"No, I'm not pregnant. I've been having stomach cramps for a week now and no period, but I'm just thinking could it be stress?" I say running my finger over my head nervously.

"Give it a few weeks and take a test. Anyways who'd you sleep with?" Eleanor asks, raising her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Did you not look at the news?" I ask and Eleanor shakes her head. "Anyways, I slept with Davy Jones from The Monkees," I murmur under my breath.

"Did you use protection?" Eleanor asks and my whole body freezes in panic.

"Shit! Fuck! Bollocks!" My recollection from the night I slept with him and we didn't use any protection.

"Oh gosh," Eleanor cradles her head in her hands. "How long has it been since you slept with him?" Eleanor asks with a sound of worry in her voice.

"A week and three days," I whisper under my breath. A sense of guilt washing over myself. I focus on the ahead, just wanting to get home and relax and get pregnancy talk off my mind.

"It won't be the end of the world, you graduate in June and releasing an album at the end of this month, if your pregnant so be it, your bringing a baby into a great environment," Eleanor reassures me.

"We'll come to that if I am pregnant, but if I am, what am I gonna tell Davy?" I say, a surge of panic running through my veins. "Me and him are no longer talking, he slept with me then left straight away, so being pregnant would be like stealing his sperm," Eleanor and I start chuckling like high school girls.