Chapter 11

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The news quickly spreads about my pregnancy. Everyone is over the moon. The congratulations we get practically every day from some new person that has just found out is overwhelming. It's either that or the hormones.

Glen has been incredible throughout the whole experience. My cravings have started kicking in too. I'm a good three months into the pregnancy, and all I want to eat is cheese. I don't even like cheese! I've been eating a block of cheese a day. It's ridiculous. Glen is constantly heading out to the shops to buy some cheese for me.

But the amazing news is that today is the day of my first scan. We've been really busy recently, what with Glen getting involved with these constant jamming sessions and his job, and myself working on my album. So we really haven't had the time to had off for a scan. But nothing will stop us going today.

Glen's practically bouncing off the walls. I've never seen him so excited. He's wearing the biggest grin on his face, skipping around the flat, singing loudly. It's so lovely to watch. I can't wait until we see our little boy or girl, and to look at his face. I already know that it will be a look that I will cherish forever.

He bounces over to me and kisses me loudly on the lips.

“Are you ready?”

“Glen, our appointment isn't for another two hours.”

“Doesn't matter. We can still get ready.”

I laugh. This man...

“Just sit down. Relax. We'll leave when we need to.”

He pouts and flops down on the sofa next to me. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and rests his other hand on my stomach. Since the day that I told him the news, he's taken to doing this. And every time he does it, I get butterflies. I place both of my hands over his and just take a second to think of this life that we have created. This perfect life that we will call our own in six more months. It's insane.

“I don't think I've ever been so excited, you know.”

I look at him. He's practically glowing. You'd almost think he was the pregnant one.

“I've heard that sometimes men don't feel connected to the baby until they see it,” he murmurs softly. “But I'm already in love with our baby.”

“You're going to be an amazing dad,” I tell him.

Much to my surprise, I see his smile falter slightly. I take hold of his chin softly and he looks at me.

“What's wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“I know you're lying.” He doesn't answer, and my stomach twists itself. “Are you regretting it?”

His eyes widen in panic. “No! Fuck no. No, no, no. I just...d'you really think I'll be a good dad?”

“Of course I do.”

“I've never had any experience with kids.”

“Nor have I.”

“But you're a girl. It's in your instincts.”

“That has nothing to do with anything. This is our baby. I have every faith that you will be the most amazing dad in the world.”

“But everything that I've done in the past...”

“What? The drinking and sleeping around?” He doesn't say anything and I know I've hit the nail on the head. “Baby, that's in the past. I know that sometimes I have a bad day and worry about it, but it has nothing to do with the person you are now. You're a good person, Glen Power. Don't ever think you're not. You are going to be the best dad that ever walked the face of the earth.”

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