"Okay, you wait with the security guards," Michael starts, "I don't want you to get hurt while we are with fans." I roll my eyes.
"I will be fine. You're only taking pictures with the ones at the front who are being held back by the security guards may I add," I tell Michael. He sighs, knowing there is no point in arguing with me. "Plus, there aren't many."
"I guess. I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all," Michael says as he pulls out of suitcases from the car. Before I can say anything, my family walks over to us. We say goodbye to them before walking into the airport. Mum decided it would be best if they didn't go into the airport with Harry. I was fine with that, it meant we could have a more private goodbye.
Michael was adamant on holding both of our bags and I tried telling him that I am capable of holding my own bag. But Michael being Michael, decided to ignore me. "Come on," he mumbles leading the way to the baggage check. We wait patiently for security to let us through. When we get through, we decide to go meet a few fans while we wait for our flight. Michael is still arguing with me saying I should go and sit down.
"I'm fine Michael," I roll my eyes, resting a hand on my stomach. He grins, walking beside me and grabbing ahold of my hand. A few fans scream and Michael tugs on my hand and we walk over to the fans who just screamed seconds ago.
"Hey girls," Michael smiles.
"Oh! Hi!! How are you?" The fan asked. Michael chuckles.
"I'm good," he replies.
"How are you?" She turns to me. I like her already. "How is your baby?"
"I'm good. Our baby is good, I smile. Michael nudges my arm and moves along to some other fans. The fan who is in front of me frowns. "I'm sure he'll be back," I smile.
"You think so?" She asks. I nod.
"Yeah, I mean he doesn't really trust fans a lot right now. A couple of weeks ago something happened.." I mumble. She nods.
"That fan had no right to say anything to you," she says.
"You know?"
"Yeah, well it could be a different fan. But everyone is hating on your right now because you get to have a baby with Michael. I mean, I'm not complaining. I get to see a Michael jr. running around soon," she smiles.
"I'm Georgia," I introduce myself, giggling slightly.
"Emily."
"Nice to meet you," I smile glancing at Michael who is taking some photos.
"Can I touch your bump?" Emily asks. I nod, stepping forward. Her hand reaches out and touches my bump just as our boy kicks. "Omg!" She shrieks. I giggle. "This is so cool. I can't wait to actually feel it. Does it feel weird?" She continues, removing her hand. I nod.
"Yeah at first I had no idea what was happening and I thought something was wrong. So my first instinct was to wake Michael up. You know how hard that is?" I laugh. She laughs along. "Anyway, after awhile of trying to wake him I realised it was the baby kicking. Then he woke up and we stayed awake the whole night because the baby wouldn't stop kicking," I finish. Emily smiles.
"That's cute." I nod in agreement.
"Babe we have to go," Michael interrupts us. He walks up to me and grabs my hand.
"No wait hang on," I pull Michael down to my level and whisper. "This girl is very sweet. Take a photo and follow her?" I pull back and Michael sighs nodding. I beam and give Emily a thumbs up.
"How about that photo?" Michael asks.
"OMG! Serious? Fuck-" Her eyes widen. I chuckle.
"Want me to take the photo?" I ask. Emily nods and hands me her phone. "I was telling Emily about the night I kept you up," I say. Michael looks surprised and nods smiling towards me.
