George's POV
I hold Kara's hand as we ride home. I slowly stroke her soft skin with my thumb. We are both quiet on the drive. Though excited about the news, we've already exhausted ourselves from it. We decide not to tell anyone just yet, wanting to wait until Kara is a bit farther along in the pregnancy. When we get home, Kara goes upstairs to rest and I make us some lunch. Miss Judy must be out running errands. I bring the food upstairs. Kara and I watch cartoons as we eat. We are in such a bliss.
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*Two Weeks Later*
Kara's POV
George and I decided that for this tour I should stay home, for multiple reasons. Since I would most likely be overcome by paparazzi because of George and I getting married, we decided that it'd be best, safety wise, for both me and the baby, that I stay home.
We told Miss Judy I was pregnant. Since she'd be the first to find out anyway since she sees me every day. She was thrilled with the news and took to caring for me even more. She helped in the wee hours with my morning sickness, rid the home of any scents that made me nauseous, and put up with all my odd cravings - which often caused her to make many trips to the market each day. Yet through all that, she never once complained, instead welcoming every moment of it. She was so involved, seeing as George really couldn't be.
That's why hers was the name I screamed that night.
I awoke to blood all over the bed. I screamed and screamed at the sight. It was mere seconds before she whipped open the door and rushed to my side. She gasped at the sight. She went into motion, immediately drawing a hot bath and plunking me in it. She tore off the bed sheets as I numbly soaked, my skin turning red from the heat of the water. She quickly made up the bed with new sheets and eventually helped me climb into them.
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I spent the next four days on the bench seat underneath the bedroom window. I never once moved aside from using the restroom. I never changed my clothes nor washed. Miss Judy just let me be.
She continuously came in to replace the cold, untouched food with new, hot meals. As often as she came in, she always respected the silence. Knowing that when I was ready, I'd come down.
I finally emerged one afternoon. She was reading in the front room when I descended the stairs. She stood when she saw me enter the room.
"Hi honey." She said, closing her book.
I nodded.
"Can I get you anything?" She asked, prepared to do whatever I may need.
"Lauren." I manage.
She nods and immediately leaves the room to phone George's mother. I curl up on a chair as I wait. Knowing, if anyone can help in this situation, it's her.
