FORMULA LOVE

Push

"Soooo..." Anne - my counsellor sits in front of me holding her usual pink clipboard with butterflies all over. Her pen was even pink.

Do you think she likes pink?

"I'm sure you've heard." I told her as I stand and walk towards the large window behind her.

"Yes- fame chases you. How does that make you feel?"

"At first I liked it. I was a somebody but now it's because of the choices I make. It's my fault I get so criticised."

I mean it was. Every scandal was because of me.

"It's not your fault Sadie." Anne tells me gently behind me.

"What is this! Good Sadie Brando?" I joke to her, referring to the film Good Will Hunting. But she didn't look so keen. She instead sat, deadpanning me.

"Tough crowd, tough crowd."

She stands up to walk towards me with a small smile and we both turn towards the London view. She places a hand on my arm.

"When the news came out about your brother passing. Who told the media? I full well know you didn't." She starts, my body tensed at the thought of someone telling my personal news for money.

*Cough, cough*Lucia Demarcus*cough,cough*

"Yeah but like the times with Charles and Lando. It was my fault that it came out."

She laughs gently which makes me turn my head to her in sudden confusion.

What? I literally put myself in this position?

"They just managed to catch you when you wasn't looking Sadie. You know how many celebrities have probably hooked up with each-other but we don't know about it as the media never caught them."

Then it all started to click. It did make sense. Maybe I was just being too hard on myself.

"Right well I have another client to see now. I'll let u sit with that thought and I'll see you same time next week. Have a good race on Sunday Sadie." She retreated from me combing her short black hair and smoothing down her pink dress.

Yep that woman definitely has an addiction to pink. And I love it.

My Pink Anne!

And soon enough I had exited the building with a big sun hat covering my face so I could make it peacefully to my car.

I know what your thinking. A sun hat in October. YOLO!

I made it safely to my Rolls-Royce, key into the ignition, foot pressed down on the accelerator and off I went. I was aiming to go to my parents for 6 to have dinner before I left for the race on Friday night.

I had One Direction's - What makes you beautiful- blaring out of my speakers as I drove through London. I briefly looked in the mirror to see if my eyeliner had come off when I saw a figure in front of me which I then slammed on the breaks.

I closed my eyes waiting for the impact ... which never came. Much to my dismay.

But surprise consumed me more than anything, there in-front of me stood a heavily pregnant Best friend. My best friend.

She had one hand on the bonnet and another pointing up in the air signalling she needed a minute. Her head was bent down and I could already hear the honks of cars behind.

I quickly opened the car door and ran to her aid - comforting her. "What the fuck were you thinking. I could have killed you!"

"I think you mean us." Ellie corrects me as she points to her stomach. I laugh at her trying not to freak out as to why Ellie is here in London holding onto my car for dear life.

"Did I also forget to mention ... MY WATERS ARE BROKEN." She raises her voice at the last bit urging us to get a move on.

"Oh shit!" I shout after I gasp and hold her waist leading her to the passenger door. Once she's buckled in I try to slide over the bonnet just like in the movies.

You guessed it I failed ... miserably. I slid off the wrong side and ran the rest to get to the car door. Once I was in I sped away to the hospital with my expecting - best friend in tow.

I couldn't control my excitement and nearly stalled the car twice because of how much my foot was shaking. Every few minutes I'd shout out "OH SHIT!" repeatedly, muffling the groans from Ellie.

We soon pull into the hospital and I help her out. Taking her under my arm, I walk her to the clinic shouting for help.

3 midwives rush out looking confused up until they saw Ellie's gigantic baby bump. "We'll take it from here. Where is the father or mother?" One of the nurses ask me over the screams from Ellie.

"No that gals coming with." She manages to mutter out, her face was beetroot red as we hurry to the delivery room.

Ellie practically falls back onto the bed huffing and puffing. She's gripped onto my hand - maybe a bit too hard as it was turning purple but I didn't say anything.

"Right, Miss Dwight my names Jenny and I'm your midwife. You need to push now, your fully dilated."

Ellie shakes her head whilst muttering curse words.

"Fucking push woman!" I shout at her. If you don't shout she won't listen. I turn back to the nurses that we're trying not to laugh and I smile at them - amused.

"You are the worst birthing partner!" She tells me due to my blunt comment.

"You love me really. NOW PUSH!"