It was late on Sunday night and I was round at Ambers with Stefan. Me, Amber, Stefan and Ashley, we were all sat in her living room drinking tea when Amber went into labour. Ashley and Amber went to hospital and me and Stefan, went to see them the next day. Amber had given birth to a girl, they called her Rosie, and she was small and cute. Amber looked at me when she saw us. Amber’s parents and Ashley’s parents were there. Stefan asked if he could hold her and Ashley said he could. He looked really happy when holding Rosie. Then she got passed to me. I really didn’t want to hold her. I really didn’t like babies. But I had to hold her. It wasn’t too bad, but like 30 seconds later she started crying so I gave her back to Amber. Ashley and Stefan went to go get a drink, Amber and Ashley’s parents had gone too. “Amber what am I meant to do when I become a mum, I can’t even hold Rosie for like a minute with out feeling really sick, no offence” I said. “I know, maybe the more time you spend with babies the more you’ll like them” “Maybe” I said, worryingly. “Hold her” and Amber mad me hold her. “Hold her like you mean it then” And I did. I smiled. “See it’s not that hard” “Okay, maybe I could learn to like babies” Amber just smiled and put Rosie back in her cot. Then the boys came back. Stefan gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “I can’t wait until we are a family like them” I just kissed him. “She lovely, but we really must be off, we’ll see you soon” Said Stefan and we were off.
Two weeks later and I was round at Ambers. Stefan was at work and so was Ashley. I slumped down on Amber’s sofa, Amber gave me a drink. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I’ve missed two periods and I think I’m pregnant” Amber just sat back and laughed. “Well congratulations” she said sarcastically. “Shut up, I’ve not told Stefan yet, because he is worse than your mum when it comes to babies, oh my god, he is worse than a broody middle aged woman” I said. “You might not be pregnant” “Unless I’m going through an early menopause then I’m quite possibly pregnant” “True, do a test, Ashley will be back in like 20 minutes and we can nip the shop” “Fine, how is Ashley taking to father hood?” “Really well actually” “good” Ashley soon came back and Amber and I went to the shop. We bought three pregnancy tests. They were all positive and it said I was 8 weeks gone. Fuck. “You’re going to have to tell Stefan” She said to me whilst driving me home. “Yeah you’re right” I replied. I still lived in my dingy flat. But I was moving in with Stefan next week. I text him. I text him saying “I’ve got some good news, come round to mine as soon as possible x” And come round he did. I sat him down on the sofa and said “Stefan I am 8 weeks pregnant” It took every ounce of courage to say those 6 fucking words. Stefan’s face lit up like a bonfire on bonfire night. He was so happy. He jumped up, hugged me and span me around. I actually felt like dieing.