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My Darling Emma (JOEY): ©Skiller0Dani

Emma, I'm so sorry this took a while and I hope you like it. I've worked on this for weeks. 

You are amazing and perfect and you are a beautiful person. Don't forget that ever. 

~ You're (hopefully) Friend, Dani 

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This couldn't be happening. I swallowed a growing lump in my throat. This really could not be happening. I held the positive pregnancy test tight in my hand. I'm not ready to be a mother, not right now, me and Joey have been together for  11 months and just moved in together. Oh- Joey. What is he going to say? What if he leaves me? Oh god he's probably going to want me to abort it. Tears rush to my eyes as I think about how I'm going to tell him. I'm going to have to tell him. He's going to be pissed. I hear our front door open and my heart sinks. I can't tell him now, I have to plan how. I'm definitely not going to tell him now. I wipe my tears and compose myself.

"Em! Babe are you home?" I hear him call out from the living room. I take a deep breath, stuffing the wrapped up test in my back pocket. I swing open the door and give him a smile before taking a few steps towards him. He smiles upon seeing me and comes and wraps his arms around my waist. His hand brushes over my stomach and I flinch. Joey looks down at me with a weird expression on his face. 

"Are you alright?" He asks, suspicious. I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. 

"Yeah! Yep I'm fine, just feeling a little sick that's all." I respond quickly. I feel sick due to morning sickness but well, he doesn't need to know that. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, cocking up an eyebrow, still not believing me. I roll my eyes, kissing the corner of his mouth before pushing away. I hear him chuckle behind me as he trails behind me into the kitchen. I prop myself up onto the counter as I fiddle with the seam of my shirt. He's in a good mood today, I mean he wouldn't be that angry...would he? I mean he's laughing at my jokes and humming a One Direction song as he puts away the things he got from that healthy grocery store. 

"Babe, did you hear me?" He asks, snapping me out of my day dreaming. 

"What? Sorry..." I mumble and he stops what he's doing, approaching me.

"Emma, what's wrong?" He asks, standing between my legs, his palms on the counter either side of me. I only bite my lip and that makes him all the more concerned. 

"Are you mad at me or something?" He asks, dead serious, scanning my face to gauge my response. 

"No! Not at all!" I reply quickly and he sighs. 

"Then what? I mean you've been acting weird ever since I got home." He says, looking down at my thighs. 

"...do you regret moving in with me?..." He asks softly, and it makes my heart break. I love Joey, I do not regret moving in with him. 

"No, babe. I just don't feel good. I could never regret moving in with you. Not for a single moment. I love you Joey, I mean it." I say seriously, resting my forehead against his. 

"I love you too. Em, if there was something wrong, you'd tell me right?" He asks and a lump forms in my throat. 'You have to tell him Emma.' 

"Of course!" I say, forcing a smile. I sigh when he smiles back, turning around, seeming to be convinced. He begins to pull out a big bowl and yanks over a shopping bag from 'Natural Grocers.' 

"Whatcha cookin' for dinner babe?" I ask him as he begins to tear open bags. 

"Caesar salad. Thought I'd just make something simple. That okay?" He asks and I sigh. He's cooking something that wont hurt...the baby. Even those two words are hard for me to think. I have a real, life tiny tiny human being growing in my tummy. I shiver at the thought. 

"Yeah sounds good to me." I reply. I stay on the counter, lifting my legs to let Joey access the drawers I'm blocking and scooting over when he needs the counter space. I also give a little giggle when he turns to me, stealing a kiss claiming it 'helps awaken his mater chef skills.' Finally its ready and Joey is turning, sweeping me off the counter and carrying me bridal style to the table. He softly sets me in a chair before bringing me a plate. 

"Wine?" He asks and I almost say yes when I remember the...thingy with my tummy. 

"No? Em you always have wine? You sure you're okay?" He asks and I nod. We eat, clean up, and soon we're in bed. Where I turn to face him and he faces me and he pulls me tight against his chest. 

Early the next morning, I wake with a jolt, running to the bathroom to vomit my nausea. As I'm leaning over the toilet I hear quick footsteps behind me. Joey scoops my hair into his palm and holds it away from my face. His free hand is rubbing my back and his lips are spreading kisses against the cool skin of my bare left shoulder. I flush the toilet, and in fear, turn to look at Joey. He's leaning against the bathroom wall, sitting on the floor with his knee's up. 

"I'm getting the feeling there's something you're not telling me." He says, with a hint of sarcasm and a hint of annoyance. I instantly begin to bawl as tears and ugly sobbing sounds come out of me. Joey has his arms reached over and around me in a second. He pulls me across the bathroom to him, between his knee's and right against his chest. I bury my face in his chest and he keeps his grip tight and his kisses on my head often until I've calmed down. 

"Joey I have something to tell you." I say softly when I've finished crying. 

"Yeah I bet there is." He says, the annoyance and sarcasm becoming more prominent. 

"I'm pregnant."