(Emily's POV)
"You're pregnant."
The words kept repeating themselves in my head, and everything sounded so far away. My head was absolutely spinning, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There had to be some mistake. I heard Louis choke next to me, and my stomach had dropped, and I was feeling sick with worry.
"I-I'm sorry, what?" I asked her, completely bewildered.
"You're pregnant! Congratulations!" she said, probably too enthusiastically for my liking, and I couldn't even muster up a smile.
"But how did it survive, after all the drugs I put into myself?" I asked her, confused and shocked and everything else under the sun.
"Well, we pumped your stomach in time, so there was no damage done to your baby at all," she told us, still beaming.
"Oh my god," Louis muttered next to me, speaking exactly what I was thinking. I muttered a quick thank you to Marsha, and she left the room, probably sensing that we weren't too thrilled.
"What the hell," I said quietly, and put my hands on my head. How could this happen? Well obviously I know how it happens, but oh my god.
I looked over at Louis who was running his hands through his hair, shocked. I felt tears prickle at my eyes as I took in what I'd just heard. Louis looked up at me, fear flashing through his eyes. I started to sob, still looking at him, and he pulled me into a tight hug, resting his chin on my shoulder, and stroking my hair. I sobbed into his shoulder, soaking through his t-shirt once again, and tried to think of something to say.
"We'll be okay, Em," Lou told me softly, and I pulled away from his shoulder to look at his face. He was solemn, but slightly less bewildered than before. "Whatever happens, we'll be fine," he said, and pulled me back into his embrace.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him softly, and this time he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked me, but I'm pretty sure he already knew what I meant.
"Do you want to keep it?" I asked him, afraid of what his answer might be.
"Well... I'd like to, but I'll support you with whatever you decide," he told me, and kissed me on the head. I don't know how I got to be so lucky to have someone as supportive and as kind as Lou.
"I'm keeping it," I told him with a small smile, and hugged him tight again. There was no question about it. I was completely against the idea of abortion, and I could feel a tiny glimmer of happiness grow inside me at the thought of raising a child.
"I love you, Em," he told me with a big smile, and I couldn't help but smile widely at him.
"I love you too," I said softly, and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
I'll admit, I could feel a small surge of happiness start to overcome me, but I couldn't help but feel intense fear as well. How the hell was I meant to look after a baby, when I clearly couldn't look after myself all that well?
(Louis' POV)
How in the hell was I meant to look after a baby? Of course, I was feeling a surge of happiness, but still, I was overcome with fear. We'd be okay though, I knew it. We've made it this far, and we still have the rest of our lives ahead of us.
"You'll need to book a scan, right?" I asked Em, squeezing her hand. An hour had passed since we'd heard the news, and we'd pretty much sat there shellshocked, but talking about it nonetheless.
"Yeah, probably. We should do that," she said to me with a smile. I couldn't help but feel a little excited, knowing we'd be seeing our baby for the first time.
