Life Is A Rollercoaster (Ronan Keating / Boyzone / X Factor) fan fiction

Eighty Two

After that momentary blip everything seemed to be ok again. Ronan reassured me many times that it was a one off and I had no choice but to believe him. 

It was about a week later when he broached the subject of us having another child, at first I was a little taken aback, jess was barely one, I wasn't sure I could cope with two children until 2. Having jess was enough of a struggle, with work and everything. But Ro was quite persistent, said he wanted us to be a bigger family, and who was I to disagree?

The more I thought about it, the more I came round to the idea, and we certainly wasted no time in trying to make it happen...

Ronan Keating was just as insatiable as the day I'd met him, and I had to admit that once I'd gotten over the initial fear of intimate contact after having Jess, that that was no bad thing...

About three or four weeks later I was at him by myself, having put Jess down for a nap, I paced up and down the kitchen, a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I sighed, guessed I couldn't put if off any longer. I made my way back upstairs, checked on Jess then went into the bathroom and pulled the package from the drawer.

Three minutes later I had the nagging doubt confirmed.

I stared at the white piece of plastic in my hand and let out an involuntary squeal. The word 'Pregnant' had made my day. I really was ecstatic, shame Ronan wasn't here to share my joy. He was trying to sort some new record deal out with the record company, something that was nothing to do with Louis Walsh. 

Why he had to go away to do it I didn't know. But I guess he knew what he was doing. He'd been in the business long enough...

I was interrupted from my thoughts by the phone ringing

"Hello?"

"Hello. Can I speak to Miss. I can't sing and am only famous because I'm married to Ronan Keating?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Who is this?" I demanded, certain that I recognised the woman's voice.

"I'm not at liberty to say. But I think you should ask your husband who he sleeps with when you're off on your little tours" she cackled and put the phone down. I replaced the receiver slowly, hands shaking. 

We barely saw each other, it was true, but it wasn't as bad now as it had been, and I was pretty certain that Ro would never cheat on me. And if I was away, then he always had Jess.

Still it wasn't the kind of call I'd expected to take on a Monday afternoon, and had left me slightly shaken. 

After I put the phone down I went back to check on Jess, I don't know why, I just felt like I should. But she was fine, smiling in her sleep, looking like a little angel. 

As if she would ever be anything else...she was definitely her fathers daughter.