An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 8!!! xxx :)

OK IF THIS IS ALL CRAPPY PUNCTUATION AND WRONG WORDS (YEAH WORSE THAN USUAL) IM ON MY IPOD SO THAT'S WHY!!! Xxxx OKAY ENJOY!! :)

My face instantly went pale. The baby. Oh my gosh, oh my lord what if it's got... Brain damage?? Or... or worse? I took a deep breath well a shaky breath.

"wh... wh... what??" my voice was crumbling breath after breath.

Mum clasped her hands to her head and slumped against the mellow wall which now just looked sickening.

" it, it's something to do with its size. Look babe I'm not exactly sure either. It, it's the size and the blood pressure. It just got too much for Paris and the baby to handle."

I blinked a few times and sort of nodded my head.

"so, so is it ok now?"

"I think it was just a one off reaction type of thing but they're keeping Paris here for a while just to be on the safe side."

I leant against the wall beside her. And let out a very small sigh I'm not sure if it was relief or not. A nurse came out the room followed by Luke, he looked absaloutly petrified.

"ok then any more visitors?" I stood up in a shot and near enough ran into the room.

I was greeted by green and red flashing lights and a constant beeping sound that made my spine twitch.

She was lying on a white metal bed, she just looked too still kinda almost dead like. No! Not like dead at all just... Deep sleep like.

I leant over and touched her bump slightly. I felt a kick and breathed out. It must be ok.

"Hold on ok?" I whispered. I kissed paris' head and left.

Mum stayed behind to chat with the nurses so I had to go home with Luke. The car ride as you can imagine had lack of conversation and a hell of a lot of awkwardness.

I'd decided to go into the kitchen when we got here and left him in the lounge. I'm pretty sure he's sat staring at the wall. Then I realised he was probably pretty damn worried.

I poured two glasses of coke and went back in the lounge.

I put his on the coffee table and sat down on the armchair opposite.

"cheers"

We sat in more awquardness for about 5 minuets until I decided to speak.

"so um... are you ok?" he was clearly going to say no or just ignore me but at least I'd said something.

" I've had better days." he ran his hands through his hair.

"yeah."

"You?"

"Well you know I'm probably the same as you, worried about the baby." suddenly I was sweating for some reason.

"Yeh and Paris."

I didn't expect him to say that. Okay so he was a good guy and yes he was going to support the baby I just wasn't sure about Paris.

"I do like her you know. Paris I mean."