When the skyfalls

Chapter seven: "I'm sorry to tell you but..."

Hey guys! I'm back again with my usual, messy upload schedule! This chapter is sort of  the turning point in this book and as such, it does start to get a little more mature/ slightly darker in places.

After a fitful nights sleep, the day had finally arrived where the young couple could see their second child for the first time. No matter how many times they would be able to experience this process, this excitement, each time will always be just as special as that very first time. Rolling onto her back, shuffling up the bed a little and allowing her hand to trace her ever-growing bump, Dianne sighed in contentment as she considered what her life had become: Her sleeping husband, (curled up into her side), their very energetic four year old (Currently having the time of her life with Nanny) and a new bundle of cells growing in her uterus- her perfect little family of three and a half. Ten years ago, 26 year old Dianne's main focus had been being a successful dancer, moving her life to the UK and continuing to tour the world, doing what she loves but now, her life had u-turned. Dancing was still her main passion but it had taken a step-back this past year, with her choosing to take a year out of Strictly in order to spend more time with Charlotte and Joe and of course, leading to her second pregnancy. This morning, despite her morning sickness and the sense of unease she felt, all Dianne wanted to do was dance.

"Joseph my love, are you awake? We need to get up and ready, today we get to see jellybean for the first time! And there are a few things I want to do before we have to go. Come on love, wakey wakey." Gently stroking his hair off his forehead, the redhead rouses her sleeping husband in a similar way to which they wake their daughter; simple yet effective. Sitting upright, rubbing his eyes and stretching maniacally, Joe pulls his wife into his chest for a quick morning cuddle, ghosting his fingers over the swell in her stomach before dashing off to the bathroom. On his way back into their bedroom, he pauses on his wife's side of the bed, taking both hands in his and lifting her gently to her feet, holding her close to him and swaying side-to-side in a waltzing motion.

Having met the woman of his dreams on a dancing show, Joe remained determined to keep his basic dancing skills up to scratch so they could still dance together from time to time. Unaware of the grin of his wife's face, he continues the rocking motion until the giggles disturb their peaceful dance; "What are you laughing at you weirdo, i'm not that bad!" he mutters, kissing the top of her head and running his hands up and down her spine. "I'm not laughing at you as such, just how well you know me. I've been up for a while now and all I have wanted to do is dance...and like you knew what I was thinking, you got up and danced with me. I love you." She whispers against her husbands chest, just enjoying the blissful moment, temporarily forgetting the feeling of dread she had felt earlier, before the chaos of getting ready begins.

The normal morning routine continued as Joe showered, Dianne made a quick breakfast of fruit and toast for both of them, coffee for Joe and a glass of orange juice for herself and baby before tidying up the kitchen and heading back upstairs to get dressed for the day. Entering their room, she smiled, noticing that Joe had lifted out her favorite gym leggings and her favourite of his jumpers, leaving them on the bed for her. It's the little things that remind her just how special their relationship is- unbreakable even. Once both were dressed and ready, make-up done and car ordered, the nerves hit again. "Joe, what if something is wrong with the baby? We both know that I've struggled a lot more with this one, didn't realise i was pregnant quick enough. What if..." Noticing the fear rising, Joe turns to her and runs his finger soothingly through her hair, knowing how to calm her for now. "Dot love, nothing is wrong with this baby, each pregnancy is different and we know that! And if, only if, there is something wrong with baby, then we will deal with it together okay? No matter what, i'm right here. Now, the car is here, have you got everything? Let's go see our baby." Keeping her close as they journeyed to the hospital, Joe knew better than to push the conversation, choosing to travel in silence and let her process the feelings going through her busy head.