Some People Have It and Other People Don't

"Emily, when are you going to call the baby's father, and tell him about what happened?" My mother asked me after a nurse informed me that in 12 hours I would be released from the hospital.

I bit my lip. I was thinking about this for a few hours and I had finally come up with an answer. "I was thinking that it'd be best if William...didn't know. He still has a few more weeks on tour, and I'd rather he not be burdened by the thoughts of my little accident. I'm fine, the baby's fine, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

My mother scrutinized me, and then she leaned back with a "hmph."

But being pregnant and nearly losing the baby had taken its toll on me and it wasn't long before I fell asleep again.

When I awoke, I had only a few hours left of my hospital stay, in which my mum and Kiera stayed with me to keep me entertained. Every so often, Kiera would run her small hands over my protruding stomach and ask, "Am I really going to get a nephew?" and I would answer, "Yes honey, you will."

When my stay was finished, I removed the revolting hospital robe and put on the equally despicable maternity clothes. Kiera led me to the street, one hand in mine, one hand on my stomach and my mum hailed a taxi.

It seemed to take twice the usual time to get back to our apartment, and it probably did. My mother was being extremely overprotective, as was her nature, and even had the audacity to tell the cabbie to take it extra slow.

I was overjoyed to return to my room, away from my overprotective mother and doting little sister. I noticed my mum changed the sheets, and for that, I was grateful. I did not want to see the bloody reminder of what might have been.

As if on cue, my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my jeans and looked at the caller ID. It was William. Again.

"Hey William," I said, brightly. Excuses flew threw my head as to why my mother had called him so many times yesterday, and I discarded each one. I was grasping at straws.

"What happened yesterday?" he asked, not even greeting me.

"I, uh, it was actually just a mistake. My family thought there was an emergency going on, but it was just a misunderstanding."

"Emily, you are such a liar. Your mom called me yesterday. She told me everything. About you almost losing the baby, about you not wanting to tell me, everything. Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"She obviously didn't tell you everything then. I wasn't going to tell you because I knew you would flip out and do something irrational. And if you didn't, I knew you were going to feel guilty about not being here, even though there was nothing you could do. I would've told you when you were back in America."

"I would not have done anything irrational."

I was about to respond when I was interrupted on something on his line. Flight 294 from London, England to New York, United States of America is now boarding

"Not done anything irrational? You've probably cancelled the rest of your Asian tour seeing as you're in an English airport where a flight to New York is boarding. Your Asian fans will probably have to wait another two years to see you guys again."

"Emily, you're making this extremely difficult right now. I love my fans with all my heart, but honestly, my girlfriend and my child come first. I'm sure they'd understand. Besides, we only had a few more dates left."

At this profession, tears came to my eyes. I couldn't help myself, I started to sob.

"Oh my God, Emily, what's going on? Please tell me you're alright," he said, panicking.

"No, no, I'm fine. It's just that if this were Damien's baby, he wouldn't give a rat's ass what happened to me, let alone the baby. A few months ago, if someone told me that there were guys in the world who care about their one night stand and the baby that is the result of it, I would have never believed them. But here you are, cancelling tour dates, to be with me."

"Shh, shh, it's alright. I'm really sorry, but this plane's going to leave soon whether I'm on it or not, and as much as I love to talk to you on the phone, I'd much rather talk to you face to face," he soothed.

"It's fine, I'll see you soon,”

"I love you."

"I love you too."

As cheesy as it is, I waited until he hung up first before hanging up.

I wandered out into the family room, and selected a movie to watch. I put the first Harry Potter movie into the DVD player, and plopped on the couch to watch it.

Four Harry Potters later, Harry was just about to ask Cho to the Yule Ball, and there was a knock at the door.

Kiera ran past me and started jumping up to look through the peephole. I paused the movie and started to get up to do it myself, but she shouted, "No!" I turned around to watch her lock the chain lock, unlock the deadbolt, and open the door. She peered out briefly before shutting the door, unlocking the chain lock, and welcoming a man inside.

"Emily," William said, striding over to where I was relaxing on the couch. "You look..." he paused, searching for words.

I jumped in, "It's okay, you can say it. I look fat, hideous, ugly, disgusting-"

"Beautiful."

I scoffed. "Yep, I look beautiful. Me with my fat stomach, messy haired, back-from-hell look. Beautiful."

"Emily, you're carrying my child. Yes, you have a larger stomach, but that's because your baby is big and strong and needs room to grow. Your messy hair and your back-from-hell look came from your victory of a frightening situation. I could never carry another life inside of me like you can. You're an amazing woman."

"That was the sweetest, corniest, and most full of shit thing I've heard in my life," I said, but smiling.

"I missed you, love," William said, sitting next to me and kissing me.

"I missed you too," I said, kissing him back. I felt the baby kick, which gave me an idea. "Here, I want you to feel something." I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.

His eyebrows furrowed, knowing what I wanted, and trying to feel a kick for himself. We stayed in that position for a few minutes before I felt the baby kick again. I looked at William and saw his expression change to one of delight. "I... I felt it kick!"

"Him."

"You're having a boy? Oh, Emily, I love you."

"Would you love me less if it were a girl?"

"No! No, that's not what I meant at all!" He said, his voice panicky and his eyes getting wide.

"Chill William, I was just teasing you," I said, smiling. He frowned at me and I kissed him lightly. His frown turned to a smile and kissed me back.

He wrapped his arm around me and I unpaused the movie, so that he could join me in watching Harry Potter get turned down by Cho.