Amy climbs into the back of her drivers car letting out a huge sigh. Finally she had taken the weight off her swollen ankles, she kicks off her red bottoms and takes a pair of ballet slippers from her bag.
"Long day?" The driver asks looking at Amy in his rear view mirror.
Amy nods "I just can't wait to get home to Blake" she smiles briefly at the mention of her husband. "The press are something else you know... five years sober, so much to look forward to" she gently rubs her growing baby bump. "Yet all they want to do is ask about the likely hood of a relapse" she shakes her head in disgust. "It's just rude, manors don't cost nothin"
"You been in the game long enough" he gives her a sympathetic smile. "Let's get you home" he glances back at Amy to make sure she's had time to change her shoes and put her seatbelt on before starting the car.
The journey home was silent but peaceful, a far cry away from the day of press she's had. It felt like forever when in reality it was probably only 35 minutes or so. Although anywhere else would have taken 10 London traffic is brutal. "Thank you baby" Amy tells the driver as she gets out of the car outside her home in Camden square.
"AMY, AMY... WHATS YOYR DUE DATE"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR HAVING"
"AMY"
The paparazzi swarm around her like flys on shit howling in her face. Amy pushes past them protecting her stomach the best that she can. She can barely see as the storm of flashes show no sign of slowing down. She tries her best to get the key into the lock "Fuck" Amy moans as she drops it on the ground. One of the paps pick it up and hand it to her. "Bless you sweetheart, thank you" she unlocks her gate rushes inside and closes it behind her. A warm wave of comfort and security flows through her as soon as she gets on the other side of that gate. Just her and Blake which was the way Amy liked it.
"Baby" Amy calls as she enters her home. "Blake" she shouts out again. Blake was normally waiting for Amy to arrive home, since she has become pregnant he has been really protective over her. Amy loves that side to him it's something new, compared to what they were like a few years ago. Amy checks downstairs before heading upstairs to find him.
"BLAKE"
Nothing, no reply... Amy's heart sunk. This hasn't happened since they've been sober. Blake on drugs didn't give a fuck about Amy or anyone he'd come and go as he pleased. But sober Blake? Blake about to be a dad Blake. He didn't act like this. Just as Amy reached the top of the stairs her first tear fell down her check. She hadn't had a chance to check the house yet but she knew he wouldn't be there.
"Blake please don't fuck around, your making me cry"
Nothing.
Panic ran through her whole body as she ran around the rooms searching for her husband. She hadn't felt pain like this since he left her the first time, she knew she wasn't jumping the gun. Amy knew Blake and just because he had 5 years clean didn't mean shit. As much as she didn't want to believe it she spent the past 5 years waiting to come home to a doped out blake or an empty house. she felt like a mug admitting it she'd have rather have come home to a doped out blake. As long as she had him she didn't really care.
"I CANT FUCKING DO THIS RIGHT NOW" Amy screams sliding down the wall. She falls into a heap on the floor where she lays and crys. If it weren't for the fact she's pregnant she'd have been on the phone to her old dealer in a heartbeat. One thing Amy and Blake did best was 'anything you can do I can do better' or the whole 'ride or die' mentality. However Amy had to put her baby first.
Amy pulls out her phone and calls Blake, again and gain and again.... No answer.
To: Blake
From: Amy
Blake call me.
To: Blake
From: Amy
Blake call me. Please Blake.
To: Blake
From: Amy
Please tell me you haven't done anything stupid. We need you!
