"I...I'm...pregnant..." I looked at Robbie's hand. "Yes babe... don't sound so shocked... the amount of times we've...erh" Robbie winked at me. "Erm... y...yeah.." I half smiled and blushed. "Lets go home then!" Robbie stood up putting his hands on the wheelchair. "B...but...what about..." I turned around and looked at Gary. "Oh... don't worry Yasmin... Mark's coming later..." Gary gave me a soft smile. It was obviously fake. "If you need owt Gaz give us a call okay?" Robbie smiled. "I will mate i will... now go on you two have fun... and congratulations to you both." Gary nodded. "T....thanks..." I couldn't even look him in the eye. Robbie wheeled me down the ward. "Are you okay Yaz?" He stroked my arm. I was lost in my thoughts again. What if Gary's the Dad? Once the baby's born Robbie will know... it wont look like him. "Uh...huh...just a lot to take in..." I smiled softly.
We arrived home. Thank god i didn't need a wheel chair! "Come on Mummy." Robbie opened my side of the car. "Rob... i'm pregnant not elderly." I smiled. "Sorry babe... i'm just excited... haven't been this happy in a long time." We walked into the house. "Right you go upstairs you need your rest. I'm going to make you a light snack and we can lay in bed and pop a DVD on. How does that sound?" Robbie hung our coats up. "But-" Before i could get my words out Robbie placed his finger on my lips. "No buts." He smiled and walked into the kitchen. I walked upstairs and changed into my nightwear. It was a pink silky night dress quite short just ending before the knee. I looked at myself in the full body mirror. I didn't have a bump yet, but i will soon. Slowly i stroked my stomach up and down sighing softly. I've always dreamt of being a Mum, but not this way. "You'll be getting a bump soon." I heard a voice speak behind me. Robbie walked in carrying various things on. Including chocolate, two cups of tea and toast he placed it on the bed and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "You're going to make a great Mum Yaz." He rubbed his chin against my shoulder. "You're going to make a great...Dad." I stroked his cheek.
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