1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Not normal.

The hospital kept me in for a couple of extra weeks, just so they could continue to keep a close eye on the burns. David visited often, more often then he probably should have. He was working on his music videos for Blue Jean and Loving the Alien now that he had released his newest album called Tonight.

"Ah, good morning Rosalind!" One of my nurses trot in with a clipboard in hand.

"Uh- hi." I stutter just coming out of my coma of a sleep.

The nurse quickly checks her notes over, her eyes flicking down the pages. I was alone for once. This must've been the first morning I didn't have a visitor, maybe they forgot whose turn it was.

"Well, everything seems to be in order, your burns are healing nicely-" each nurse gave the same speech everyday about my health and my recovery until this one nurse made me question it all...

"Your baby is still in good health also and-"

"Wait, what?" I feel the growl in my throat, my face twisted into a puzzled look.

"Your baby is-"

"What baby? You must have the wrong patient!" I protest throwing my arms into the air.

The nurse quickly scans the notes again. "Nope, Rosalind Hester-"

"-Chester." I correct. "I'm divorced."

"Rosalind, you're pregnant." The nurse confirms.

"That's-" I can barely get a word out. "No! It can't be true! I can't be pregnant!" I wanted to be sick.

"Believe me, you are." The nurse rolls her eyes. "Have you only just found out?"

Have I only just found out?! Would anyone react this way of they already knew they were pregnant?!

"Why haven't I been told before? I've been here weeks!" I moan.

"I presumed someone had told you previously-"

"Well no one did! How far am I?!" I scream, begging for information.

"Well you've been here 3 weeks now, and when you came in you were about..." She thinks and taps a pen to her mouth. "You must be about 9 weeks now I'd say."

"9- weeks- pregnant?!" I'm almost horrified by my words, how could I have possibly missed the signs that I was pregnant?!

"Miss Chester, please calm down, the stress isn't good for the baby!" The nurse says concerned.

I wanted to scream, I was so angry that I hadn't been told earlier! Doctors were telling me my sickness was normal! Did I misread it all? Maybe I had been told when I was under some powerful medication or something...

I took a deep breath and rested my hand flat on my stomach, and for a while I watched the rise and fall of my breaths and thought about it logically once the nurse had left.

I don't feel pregnant. Only thing that makes me know I'm pregnant is the morning sickness... What will the boys say?

I was a walking disaster, and now I was carrying another child...

The question was, whose was it?

I tried to back track, when Will went away, David stayed over a lot... But after I forgave Will, we tried to make everything as 'normal' as possible...

But not knowing who the dad was, was not a normal thing.

My gut instinct was that the baby was Will's - as much as I didn't want it to be. I felt sick trying to think of ways to tell David and the boys! How could I possibly tell them?

****

"Ready to come home?" David smirks to me as he wheels me out of the hospital in a wheelchair.

"Not really." I still felt green thinking about how to tell David on my new findings.

"Don't worry, you'll be waited on hand and foot by us boys!" David chuckles.

I don't think I could handle another boy running wild under my feet... I can barely look after my two at the minute!

I complain to myself.

Once outside, David lights a cigarette and places me gently into the passenger seat. He buckles my belt for me, as my hands and feet still tingle from the burns and he drives carefully home. As best he could, David tried to keep conversation up with me but I could barely string a sentence together without thinking of the baby inside of me.

"I can carry you in if you like." David offers but I just roll my eyes.

"I can walk myself you know, I'm not that fragile anymore." I smirk and slowly make my way to the door.

Once David closes the door, Tommy and Ziggy come thundering towards me with great speed, my eyes grow wide:

They're going to knock me over!

Before I can brace myself, David stands proudly in front of me and bellows a loud stop at my boys. Shocked by the noise, the boys put their breaks on and carefully make their way around David to greet me.

"Hi boys." I kiss the top of their heads. "Have you been good for David?"

"Of course!" Ziggy smiles happily. "Uncle Henry and grandad have been to see us often too."

"That's odd." I say. "They barely ever came to see me whilst I was in hospital."

"That's because we're here now!" Henry says coming out of the kitchen.

Dad hobbles next to Henry, and his one walking stick has now turned into a frame for him to lean on. I hug my family and kiss my dad's fail little head and clean his glasses as best I could, even with the bandages still wrapped around my hands.

"Anymore surprises?" I ask David.

"Just one." He says smug.

"Well, what is it?" I ask.

Everyone's looking to David now, who makes the wait even longer as he lazily flings a cigarette into his mouth and takes several attempts to light it. Once a huge puff of smoke escapes his nostrils and mouth, he cocks his head to the side and says:

"We can't forget about Margo now, can we?"

Margo comes from out of the kitchen too, and runs to hug me. A little girl totters after her, and I can only presume that this gorgeous child was Madison.

I wish I had a daughter to dress up and do her hair...

... No Ros! Don't think of that!

I argued with myself. I was too happy to even be thinking of this baby right now, however I had everyone there, here, with me! Shouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to tell them all?