9 Months, 1 Prize

Chapter 4

I wake up and don't see Alfie anywhere, he must have slept downstairs. I turn my phone on and see that I have 30 minutes to get ready before my scan, I quickly jump up and pull on my clothes, I run downstairs and do my morning routine 3× faster than usual. I see Poppy and Alfie asleep on the sofas.
"Poppy Alfie quick we only have 30 minutes" They both pull their quilts off and I see they are already ready.
"We are done, sleepy head, we didn't want to wake you" Alfie says, getting up and kisses the top of my head.
"Ok, come on then we better get ready" I say, everyone runs to the car and I sit in the front, Alfie can tell I am nervous.
"Don't worry beautiful, everything is going to be okay, and this little one is going to be beautiful" Alfie says rubbing my leg, and taking hold of my hand.
"Thanks baby, I am just nervous because it's my first" We drive to the hospital where I am getting my scan and Alfie parks in the car park outside. We all get out and Alfie takes hold of my hand and squeezes it.
"Come on then" Alfie says, walking us over to the front desk.
"Hello, I am here for a baby scan, I made an appointment on Wednesday"
"Can I take yours and your partners names please?"
"Yes, I am Zoë Sugg and my partner is Alfie Deyes"
"Okay, room 367 on the left wing"
"Thank you" We start walking and in about 2 minutes we are stood outside the door. I open the door and Alfie and Poppy come with me.
"Hello, you must be Zoë and this must be Alfie, may I ask your name please?"
"I am Poppy Deyes, Alfie's sister"
"Okay, Zoë are you okay with Poppy being in here"
"Yes I am"
"Okay I am just going to ask you to come and lie on this bed" I stand up and lie where I was told. "Okay, roll your top up please. This cream will be very cold" I lift my top up and he rubs the cream on my belly, he runs the machine over where he just put the cream. "And there is your baby, right there where the heartbeat is" I grab Alfie's hand and start to cry with  happiness, he wipes my tears away and kisses me on the head.
"There is our little baby, beautiful"
"I know, I love them already"
"You need to come back in about 2 months to find out the gender and get a scan printed off of your baby"
"Thank you so much" I say. We all get up and walk out, I am still crying a bit. We walk outside and get in the car, I go on my phone to see loads of notifications the first being a tweet.
'Is Zoella pregnant?"
Oh no, I show the phone to Alfie, this isnt good. There is a photo attached so I click on it, its a photo of me going into the hospital, in the reception and coming out, still crying. I need to find a way out of this and now...