Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Sienna's POV

I sit on Liam's sofa in his living room staring into space, whilst I fidget with my bracelet. I feel on edge and I'm stressed. I didn't sleep well last night, I literally tossed and turned all night. I should have been tired, the jet lag alone should have made me desperate to sleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't switch off, I couldn't forget everything that was going on in my mind and I kept myself up all night worrying about it all. I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn and everything he said to me at Eleanor's party. I really hate him, even though I know he had every right to say what he did last night. He has the right to be involved in this if he is the father. I know the only person in the wrong in all of this is me. I'm the one who has been lying and being deceitful, not him. I was hoping today I would feel better and perhaps I would have had time to think about what I could do, I don't though. I am more confused than ever and I know this is only going to get worse over time. The longer my lies carry on, the harder it will be to tell the truth. The truth terrifies me, the truth could ruin me.I stare around the room and there is something strange about being sat in Liam's apartment again. Everything here is familiar to me, the surrounding, the furniture and the décor. It weirdly feels like it's a stranger's home though and not Liam's. I don't feel like I ever lived here or that I ever spent a period of my life calling it my 'home'. It was never my home though, it was his home and I was only ever a guest whilst I was here. He had wanted me to stay here last night, I didn't though it felt wrong. I couldn't face sleeping in the same bed as him or lying beside him, so I insisted I needed space and I went back to my hotel. I missed LA when I walked into that hotel room, I missed the confinement LA provided me with. The hotel room felt cold and lonely, I ended up regretting not going back to Liam's in some sense. I seemed to want the best of everything and in reality I don't think I would have been happy wherever I stayed last night. I wouldn't have slept well wherever I was or whoever I was with. Liam ended up texting me early this morning to see if I was awake and of course I was. He called me as soon as I text him back to say I was awake and he insisted on coming over to pick me up. I didn't argue, I agreed and I spent the entire time waiting for him at my hotel, preparing to tell him the truth. I convinced myself that telling him the truth was the only way to fix this mess. I figured it all out that I was going to tell him the truth and if it meant doing this alone then I was fine with that. I convinced myself I could do this, but as soon as I saw him I knew I was lying to myself. I knew I didn't have the guts to tell him the truth. He was just so happy to see me and I didn't want to ruin his good mood. I knew as well that I couldn't do this alone, I'm not strong enough. I am terrified. I am terrified that I am going to screw this up and I need someone beside me, helping me through this. I need someone to make sure I don't make a total mess of this innocent baby's life, I don't want to mess it up like I did with my own. He picked me up and we came back to his apartment. He was really attentive and he insisted I ate some breakfast, even though I declined. He didn't give me a choice and I ended up with a bowl of porridge placed in front of me. It was overly sweet, barely warm and lumpy, but I ate it. I ate it all because he had gone to the effort to make it for me. I started to remember why I was in a relationship with him for as long as we were. He was a good boyfriend, kind and caring. He showed me elements of the Liam I had missed. He was so enthusiastic about everything, me being back and the pregnancy. He made me feel safe and like everything was going to ok. Then he mentioned going to see his mum and dad and telling them our news, he caught me off guard. I couldn't think of an excuse quick enough to get out of it and that's why I am sat here now, waiting for him, so we can tell his family I am expecting his baby. I have tried to think up a million and one excuses since then to not go, but none of them seem legitimate enough to use. I have left it too long now to make up a good enough reason. I am even sat here now trying to pluck up the courage to tell him the truth, but every time he pops back out of his bedroom my mouth dries up. I get tongue tied and I have no idea how to even bring the topic up now, let alone tell him the truth. I am a bad person and no amount of therapy or counselling will change that. There isn't any help out there that can change what's inside, they can't change your personality or your traits. I wish they could, if only they could everything would be so different. Liam walks into the living room, he's now had his shower and he is dressed in just a pair of navy jogging pants. I find myself staring at his toned chest lustfully and I feel myself blush as I quickly look away. It isn't really appropriate for me to be checking him out, especially when we aren't back together. I just can't help myself sometimes. The problem is I don't know where we stand at all right now. I don't think I even want to know where we stand. This is already complicated enough and I don't want to make it worse. I don't know what it is, but ever since I got pregnant I have had the desire to mount any half decent looking guy. It is pretty embarrassing when you have fantasies about practically every man you see and you can't hide the wanting for them on your face. I am just thankful I haven't acted on any of my urges and nobody has commented on my perverted gaze either. I quickly stare down at my hands, trying to ignore the filthy thoughts in my head.

"I'm almost ready" he tells me.

I nod as he picks up his protein shake from the coffee table and he starts to drink it.

"You look nice today" he smiles.

"Thanks" I say quietly, playing with my bracelet.

I don't feel nice and I know he is just being sweet. There is nothing nice about jeans and a jumper! There is something about Liam and the way he treats me that always makes me feel like a princess. It's sweet, he is sweet.He stands talking about something irrelevant, the weather I think. I hardly even listen to him, even though I try to look like I am. His phone starts to ring, breaking up our one way conversation and he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"It's Louis" he tells me "Hello" he says answering his phone.

I watch him and his face instantly changes from happy to a look of concern, which makes me stand up quickly.

"Ok calm down" he says soothingly.

I feel worried wondering what is going on and my concerns are instantly with Eleanor. I get a sick feeling in my stomach telling me there is something wrong with my friend. He places his hand on his head and he starts to pace the room. I feel worse with every second that passes by and my stomach tightens in worry.

"What's going on?" I ask, moving closer to him.

He holds his hand up to me and I immediately stop where I am.

"Louis listen to me calm down and stop shouting" he says calmly "Put Eleanor on" he says.

I can tell he is starting to panic, he isn't good in difficult situations and he never has been, the past has proven this.

"I'm coming now, Sienna and I are coming" he tells him.

He quickly ends the call, putting the phone in his pocket and he runs into the bedroom.

"What's going on?" I ask, following him into the bedroom that we once shared.

I instantly feel uncomfortable being in here, especially when I see my perfume still sat on the dressing table that I once used. It almost looks like I never left. He quickly pulls a t-shirt over his head and he drags on his trainers.

"Louis and Eleanor are arguing" he looks concerned "It sounded serious" he tells me.

I instantly give him my full attention.

"Ok let's go" I say and he nods.

I quickly rush into the living room, grabbing my handbag from the sofa and I rush out of the flat after him.We take the lift to the ground floor, which seems to take forever and when we finally get to the ground floor, we rush to the underground car park. We get to his car and I am out of breath when we get inside. He quickly starts the car up and he pulls out of his space, quickly driving to the exit. We are soon driving to Louis and Eleanor's house and I have finally managed to catch my breath again.

"Tell me what he said" I say to Liam, knowing he can now tell me since we are on our way.

I am getting more anxious and concerned with every second that passes by.

"He said she wouldn't leave and he wouldn't be responsible for what he would do next if she didn't go" he says, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"What about Eleanor? Did she say anything in the background?" I ask, worrying for my friend.

"No, I could just hear her crying in the background" he advises "They've been arguing a lot lately" he explains.

I stare at him confused.

"What about? They were fine when I left" I say.

They did have a few arguments, but nothing ever serious. They've never had an argument were they have had to get Liam or anyone else involved that I know about.

"A lot of people were fine when you left" he mumbles.

I was waiting for him to have a dig about me leaving, there is the first one. I don't say anything back, I don't know what else to say to him. We are silent for a moment and then he speaks again.

"They've been distant lately, Louis has been quiet, but he never said to me they were having problems. I just picked up on it, we all just sensed it" he advises.

"She never told me" I say sadly.

How have I managed to be so out of touch with my friends? Have I been that self-involved that Eleanor hasn't been able to tell me what's been going on with her and Louis?

"Don't be upset about it babe" he gives me a small smile "I wouldn't have known about it either if I hadn't been around Louis all the time or been there when they were arguing" he sighs.

I nod "I know, I just never thought they would be going through a rough patch. They always seemed to have the perfect relationship, I always wanted to have a relationship like them" I say glumly.

I always thought if I was half as happy as them then I would have a great relationship. It seems though their 'perfect' relationship was all just an illusion. They have had just as many arguments and fights as the rest of us.

"I know me too" he agrees.

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel and he moves the other onto the top of my leg. He gives me a small smile as he gives my leg a gentle squeeze. God I have missed a man's touch! I should feel more fondness that it is Liam touching me, but I don't. I think I'd appreciate anyone's touch today and I know that is one of the reasons why I am in trouble today. The guilt inside makes it too difficult to enjoy the affection that he shows me. I can only hope that the guilt goes away one day, hopefully it will one day soon.We eventually turn the corner onto their street. We have managed to get here fairly quickly and Liam parks the car as quickly as he can. He turns off the car engine and we both jump out of the car. I run to Louis and Eleanor's house, hearing Liam's loud footsteps rush after me. We both get to the front door and I open the door, allowing us both to enter. I hear screaming and shouting instantly once we are inside, I recognise the shouting is coming from Louis. My stomach tightens when I hear Eleanor crying, well I'd say more wailing. I run up the stairs, following the sounds of Louis and Eleanor and Liam rushes up the stairs behind me. I know I am getting myself too worked up and stressed, I'm sure all of this can't be good for the baby. I can't help it though. I am worried about my friends and what has happened to make them argue like this. I reach their bedroom and I force open the door and I instantly stop in my tracks, shocked by what I see. Liam bangs into the back of me and I feel his hand on my back as he takes in the scene in front of us. I watch Louis hold Eleanor's wrists tightly and he shakes her violently, whilst screaming in her face. What the hell has happened?

"YOU ARE USELESS! YOU ARE FUCKING WORTHLESS! WHAT KIND OF WOMAN ARE YOU?!" he screams only inches from her face.

My heart breaks for my best friend, the woman whose face is bright red and covered in tears and snot. Her hair is all over and she sobs hysterically, not putting up a fight as he screams at her. She doesn't fight back or defend herself, she just cries and I can see it in her face that she is defeated. I've felt like that, I know how it feels to be that low. I remember Mitch making me feel like that every day I was with him and I start to get upset seeing her living my life. She is living the life I managed to escape from, but I never thought she would be going through what I did. I never thought Louis would put her or anyone else through this. The Louis I remembered and saw last night isn't the same man who stands in front of me now. The woman crying like this isn't the Eleanor I know either. She wouldn't put up with this, she would be fighting back and it scares me to think how long this has been going on. If he has made her feel like this and taken away everything that is her, how long has he been doing this for? How long have I missed the signs for?I can't stand back and allow this to continue, even though inside I am terrified. It takes a lot to stand up in a situation like this. It took me a long time to finally stand up to Mitch. I can't let her go through this ordeal any longer though.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask horrified.

He doesn't notice me though, he probably can't hear me through all the shouting and crying. He just continues to verbally assault her and she allows it. I can't help myself, I rush over to him, unable to stand this abuse any longer. I grab him roughly by his arm and I try to pull him away from her. He doesn't even turn to see who's trying to grab him, he just throws his elbow back hitting me in my left breast and I instantly fall on my bum on the floor with a loud thud. I am about to get back up to give him a slap, but Liam charges over first. I can tell he is furious and he literally picks Louis up by the t-shirt and that makes him release his grip on Eleanor. He lets go of her and Liam drags him away from her. Liam slams Louis against the nearest wall and he pins him to it, so he is unable to move.

"You need to calm down now!" Liam demands.

I am surprised he is handling the situation so well and I am so thankful he is here. I wouldn't have a clue what to do if he wasn't here. I turn to see Eleanor fall to her knees and I scramble over to her as quickly as my body allows me too. She cries her heart out and I don't think I have ever seen someone else cry like this before. I know I've cried like this before and if she felt even a small amount of what I felt back then, I feel so much empathy for her. I wrap my arms around her and I let her sob into my arms, which makes me cry too. I don't know if it's the hormones, the shock of everything that's happened or if I can just relate to how she is feeling. I just cry with her, wishing I could take her pain away.I hear Louis continue his verbal assault and thankfully Liam drags him from the room. I don't want to see his face right now, I don't know what I will do if I get close to him. I will lose my temper and I don't want to do that for my baby's sake. I hate him, I hate how he has treated Eleanor and how he has made her feel. "What happened?" I ask, once she starts to calm down slightly. I need to understand how this has all blown so out of proportion. Surely, no argument should escalate this quickly and so dramatically.

"H...h...h...he...w...w...wants a...d...d...divorce" she cries out, gasping for a breath with each word she says.

I hold her trying to soothe her, I can't help feeling he has said that in the heat of the moment. Why on earth would he want to divorce someone as amazing as her?

"He won't have meant it" I try to convince her.

Although, seeing his behaviour tonight I can't help thinking divorcing him would be the best thing for her. She shakes her head still crying.

"He doesn't love me anymore" she whimpers.

"Course he does, it's just a fight and it will blow over eventually" I tell her, feeling uneasy.

"He hasn't loved me since the miscarriage" she weeps.

I bite down on my bottom lip to stop my emotions from taking over. How could I not know my best friend went through something so traumatic? Why was I so selfish only contacting her when I wanted to talk? I was too wrapped up in my own life to notice what was going on with her and her life. I was too bothered about my own life to realise my best friend was breaking. The guilt inside intensifies and I have no idea what to say to make it all better. I don't think I can say anything to make it all better.

"I am so sorry" I whisper, holding her tightly "I am so so sorry".

She just cries into me without another word and I allow the guilt to fully take over me.

Liam's POV

I drag Louis out of his bedroom and into his bathroom to try and calm him down. I push him inside, slamming the door shut behind us and I lock it from inside. He stands in the middle of the room and he covers his face with his hands. He is visibly shaking and I feel myself shaking too. I am furious with him and it is taking every bit of sanity in me to keep my anger held in. I have no idea what has gotten into him or why he has behaved like this, but I want answers!

"What the hell was that in there?" I ask outraged.

He doesn't say anything or even look at me and it makes me get angrier.

"You're fucking lucky I haven't knocked you out" I snap "If you ever and I mean EVER touch Sienna like that again, I will fucking kill you" I snarl.

He still doesn't do or say anything, I can tell though he is trying to just calm down. This angry side of him is something I have rarely seen in the whole time that I have known him. I can't remember him ever getting this angry in the entire existence of One Direction. He's usually a calm guy, but when he loses it, I know now he loses it big.

"I need you to tell me what is going on!" I demand.

He finally looks at me, his eyes are red and swollen.

"I told her she had to leave and she wouldn't go" he sighs.

I wait for him to keep talking, he doesn't say anything else though. Does he think what he has done is acceptable? There isn't anything excusable for the way he has just behaved and he needs to see that.

"What happened to you guys?" I can't help asking.

"I stopped loving her" he says simply.

I hate that, I hate that someone thinks it's acceptable to treat someone like that, because they've decided that they don't want to be with them anymore. Why be so horrible about it? He could have handled this much better and all he had to do was talk to her.

"There's a way to deal with that and you must know that this wasn't the right way" I say annoyed.

I am trying to remain calm, I know that shouting at him isn't going to get us anywhere. I feel so disappointed in him though, I never thought he would treat someone like this, especially Eleanor.

"I tried to tell her, I swear I did. I just ended up letting it all build up and then everything exploded" he now says regretfully.

It's too late for regrets though, the damage and hurt has already been done.

"Do you not think you should let her stay here?" I ask "This house is as much hers as it is yours".

He glares at me "I paid for this house, I pay every month for it" he states.

I knows there isn't any point getting into an argument with him about it, he is still being an unreasonable arsehole.

"Ok. She can come and stay with me until you have sorted it all out" I say.

He shakes his head "I don't want to sort it out, it's over" he tells me.

I stare at him surprised that he is so willing to let his marriage end without putting up a proper fight. I need him to see sense, he needs to realise that what they have is worth fighting for still.

"Listen, this isn't just a fling. This is the woman you married, you vowed to love her until death! She's your wife, it's Eleanor. The girl who loved you before the fame. She's the one who has kept you grounded. She loves Louis, not Louis from One Direction. She stood by you when you chased your dreams and she supported you every step of the way. You can't just let this end, you are supposed to always love her" I try to make him see sense.

"I can't help that I stopped loving her" he shrugs.

I sigh realising that nobody will understand what he is thinking or what has happened. The only ones who know the truth are him and her.

"Single life isn't all it is cracked up to be" I tell him "It's lonely and sad. There will be different girls to sleep with every night, but none of them will stay to hold you through the night. They won't want to know you, they will want to know Louis from One Direction. You need to really think about this, because you will regret it. You'll regret losing her and by the time you realise it you'll be too late. Look at Zayn, he was too late for Perrie and he regrets that every single day" I plead with him.

I just want him to really think about this and not jump into ending this.

"This isn't just a decision I have made over night! I have been thinking about this for months. I can't even explain to you how I feel. I just know that I can't be in the same room as her anymore without getting angry and hating her even more. I can't help how I feel!" he says.

I sigh giving up trying to make him see sense. If this is what he wants who am I to stop him? It's clear he gave up on saving this relationship a long time ago. I just hope for Eleanor's sake that she is ready to give up too.

Harry's POV

The photographer's follow us and they take mine and Paige's picture as we walk inside the expensive jewellers, in the heart of London. It is early in the morning and from the moment we woke up we couldn't wait to get here. I couldn't wait to let Paige pick her engagement ring. The paparazzi line up on the outside of the shop and I don't care that they are taking our picture. The whole world will soon put two and two together and realise we are engaged. I am quite happy for everyone to find out that way. I hardly slept last night with excitement and yet there was a part of me that was worried. I was worried she would wake up today and regret agreeing to marry me. There is always some element of self-doubt these days. She didn't though and thankfully she was just as excited this morning as she was last night. I certainly didn't have any regrets this morning, I was more sure than ever that this was the right thing to do. She is smiling still, even now. Her smile is literally from ear to ear and making her happy is all that I want. It makes me happy knowing I am giving her everything that she wants. We walk around the jewellers and we admire all of the beautiful rings in the glass cases. She stares into the displays looking at the cheaper rings, not that any in this shop are particularly cheap. I think that just goes to prove that she isn't with me for my money or the fame, she doesn't want anything expensive. The ring isn't about money, it's just about love and the love we have for one another.

"I love that one" she smiles, pointing at a ring in the glass cases.

It's nice, gold with a small diamond in the middle. It isn't good enough though, not for her. I want her to have something spectacular. I want her to realise how special she is to me every time she looks at that ring.

"These ones are nicer" I say, pulling her over to the platinum gold ring designs.

I see her eyes light up and they are instantly drawn to a striking heart shaped diamond which is surrounded by bead set diamonds all around it. I can tell instantly that's the ring that she wants, but she won't say as they are expensive.

"They're too expensive" she whispers.

I knew she would think that!

"Nonsense" I tell her.

I call over a member of staff and I point to the ring that her eyes were drawn too. She can't hide the smile on her face as they take the ring out of the cabinet and she slips the ring onto her finger. It sparkles in the light and I can tell she loves it, even though the one she tries on is too big for her slender fingers.

"Do you like it?" I ask her.

She nods shyly and I turn to the sales assistant.

"Can you measure her finger please?" I ask.

They nod taking the ring from her finger and we follow her, so they can measure her finger to get her ring size.I hand over my card shortly after as I pay the £20,000 charge for the ring and I feel like it was worth every penny. The smile on Paige's face is priceless. We have had to order the ring as they have to make it to the size of Paige's finger, so she will have to wait a few days until she can wear the ring. I am handed back my card and my receipt, which I place in my pocket.

"You have made me the happiest woman in the world" she smiles, wrapping her arms around me.

She stands on her tiptoes and she gently kisses my lips. I honestly feel like the luckiest man in the world having her.

"Can we do one more thing today?" she asks.

I nod, anything she wants today she can have.

"Well I was thinking now we are going to be married there is something that isn't right" she says.

I stare at her curiously wondering what she is referring too.

"Go on" I encourage.

"Do you think it's appropriate that you still have Sienna's name tattooed on your chest and that writing on your arm?" she asks.

I am lost for words as this was the last thing I expected her to bring up. I know Sienna got her tattoo removed a long time ago, but it was something I could never part with. I did get close though, quite a few times.

"I hate that when we make love her name is imprinted on your skin" she says "We could go to the tattooist now and have it covered" she suggests.

I don't know what to actually say, but I find myself nodding. I nod allowing her to have her wish and I allow my last pieces of Sienna to be removed from my life.

Sienna's POV

I feel guilty as we drive away from Eleanor's mum and dad's house. She sobbed in the back of Liam's car all the way from her house to her parents. She insisted on being with her mum and I wish she had wanted to stay with me. I would have got her through all of this, I would have been there for her to talk too. She didn't want to talk though, I think she just wants to be in familiar surroundings. Her mum Christine assured me she would look after her and keep me updated with how she is doing. I don't imagine she will be up for doing much talking or be up to replying to my messages.

"Bad start to the day hey?" Liam asks.

I sigh nodding, it has been a terrible day and I'm not in the mood for any more drama.

"It's probably best we leave the trip to my mum and dads for another day" he says.

I am relieved and grateful because I really didn't want to face them. "Ok" I say leaning my head against the window, causing vibrations to go through my body. We get closer to Liam's apartment and I get a sudden shooting pain in my stomach. I wince in pain and Liam immediately notices.

"Are you ok?" he asks concerned.

"Yeah I've just got a few pains" I tell him "I'm fine".

I can tell he is concerned and I don't want him to worry. We keep driving and I get another set of shooting pains and this time I let out a moan. I have a high pain threshold, so I know the pain is strong if it is affecting me like this. Liam pulls over quickly and I am just as concerned as he is now. I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket and I pass it to him.

"Ring the Chelsea and Westminster hospital. Tell them I want a scan today" I tell him.

I know I am being over cautious, but I just want everything to be ok. I have already arranged the hospital I am going to give birth at and my doctor in LA has transferred my notes over there. I pay privately and considering my celebrity status it is a case of what I want, I get. Liam calls them and when he finishes on the phone he passes it back to me.

"They said we can go whenever you want and they will get someone to check you over" he tells me.

I nod knowing that I would get seen whenever I want.

"Let's go now" I tell him, feeling the shooting pains resurface.

We sit in the waiting room at the hospital and I am thankful that the shooting pains have now gone. I am still scared though and I hold Liam's hand tightly. I have a sick feeling inside telling me that something is wrong and I am petrified. I can't help thinking I am being punished for all of my lies. I don't know what I will do if I lose this baby, I can't even think about it. It's a horrible feeling, knowing this could be taken away from me. Liam has given me kind reassuring words and I am so thankful I have him here now. I see the worry on his face, but he tries to hide it for my sake. I know now that I wouldn't want anyone else here with me other than Liam. He's the father, there isn't any other possibility. There wouldn't be anyone else in the world who could care like he does.

"It's all going to be ok" he whispers to me and he gently kisses my head as I lean my head on his chest.

I still don't know where we stand relationship wise, but I know I want it to work out for us both this time around. Shortly, a nurse walks into the waiting room and she smiles as she approaches me. She knows who I am and who Liam is and I quickly stand up.

"Hi Sienna, I'm Linda" she smiles.

"Hi" I say nervously.

"Follow me and we'll check you over" she smiles.

She leads the way and we follow her to the treatment room. Liam shuts the door behind us and I can tell she is trying extra hard with me because she knows who I am.

"So Sienna I read your notes" she smiles "I saw you had your first scan when you were around six weeks and ten weeks pregnant, but there isn't anything about your twelve week scan" she says.

I nod "I missed the twelve week scan, my doctor said it was fine as I had the first scan at six weeks and another at ten weeks" I tell her.

I have been over cautious during this pregnancy and any slight pain I have had, I have booked a private scan. She nods and when I look at Liam he looks terrified as he stares around the room.

"Ok so same as your last scan Sienna. If you can lift up your top and lower your pants, then lay on the bed for me please" she tells me.

I nod as she starts to prepare the ultrasound. I quickly pull my jeans below my small bump and then I lay down on the bed, which is covered in paper towels. I lift my top up so my stomach is on show. Liam takes a seat in the chair beside the bed and he immediately holds my hand again.

"Ok relax for me sweetheart" she says noticing how tense I am and I try my best to relax.

"This is your first pregnancy isn't it?" she asks.

"Yes" I tell her.

"Ok what we will do is just check the baby and make sure everything is ok. I've been given the full story from the receptionist you spoke to about the fall" she advises "Once we've checked the baby then we will take measurements and everything" she smiles.

I nod showing her I understand and when I look at Liam he is nodding too. She squirts the lubricant gel onto my stomach and then she uses the ultrasound device, placing it on my stomach. I squeeze Liam's hand as we stare at the screen, desperate for my baby to appear. A picture soon appears, but it all just looks a mess to me.

"There's the baby's head" she smiles showing us on the screen "There's the legs" she continues.

I instantly relax seeing that everything is ok, the baby is ok.

"Do you want to know the baby's sex?" she asks.

I didn't realise you could tell this early on, but then again I am not far away from 5 months pregnant. I stare at Liam and he smiles at me, so I nod showing her we want to know if we are having a boy or a girl.

"You are having a baby boy" she smiles.

I let out a joyous laugh and I look at Liam to see he is grinning happily. He pulls my hand to his lips and he kisses my hand gently.

"A boy" he smiles happily.

I can't believe we are having a baby boy. I turn back to the nurse and I see a look of worry on her face. She stares at the screen intently and I feel myself tense up again as she bites down on her bottom lip.

"Is everything ok?" I ask, panic in my voice.

"I won't be a moment" she gives us a small smile, placing the device back and then she leaves the room.

She doesn't give us an explanation or tell us what is going on and I look at Liam worried.

"Did she look worried?" I ask immediately thinking the worst.

"I don't know, I was looking at you" he says staring at the door that she just walked out of.

I start to panic and just as I am about to get up, she comes back into the room. I am relieved to see her, but then I feel sick as a doctor follows behind her. I know right then that there is something wrong, they don't bring doctors in for any old reason. She has gone for a second opinion on something.

"Hello I'm Doctor Chance" he says "I just want to check a couple of things" he tells us.

He walks over to me and he takes over the ultrasound and he presses the device back on to my stomach. He seems to check various things on the screen without saying anything and then he turns to look at me. He removes the device from my stomach and he gives me a sympathetic smile. I feel my heart rate start to race as panic takes over and then he speaks. He speaks the words that change everything.