Our Valentines Day. Part 13

6 Months later.

My belly is very big now. Nearly everyone knows. I've left school for about four weeks, as I've been very stressed and ill. I didn't tell mum and Steve about me being pregnant, they found out when I was in hospital- from all the bruises and things in my body.
The doctor had said something about my baby having problems, with the amount of alcohol that went down me. Austin, of course, was furious- he had beat three of the men to death, and was in prison for 3 months. Because of this, my mother didn't want me near him. Steve didn't exactly do anything to the man,after seeing all my marks- and Austins my boyfriend, so why would he just stand there, and let it happen?

I never knew how serious mum and Steve were being- about me not having anything to do with Austin. It happened one night, when Austin came to see me, after he got out of prison- mum threatened him that she'd call the police- again. He didn't leave so easily. He told my mum all sorts, about how selfish she is, and how unloving she is- and I didn't blame him. Shes been involving herself in Steve now, like a lot- and him only, even Lola's getting sick of it.

Lola hasn't spoken to me since she found out about me being pregnant, she stays with her aunty now, and she prefers it there because she gets all the attention she needs. Aunty Karla had told me how stupid I was, and has had words with Austin too- but she loves me all the same, and gave me a lot of money to survive.

We both were out of school now, I got my grades, and they were pretty good- and so was Austin's. As soon as he turned 16, he got a job in a local shop, and saved up to buy us a small house.
Our house was far away from both our families. It was a small cottage, for the us. It was perfect. My bruises had started to go down now, but there was one mark which was never going to go-
the memories.

I've been in the news, the newspapers, and all sorts. I've been all people ever talk about. Gossip! And I've hated it.
The cottage was nice, it made us forget the bad things what had happened- and made us think about the baby.
We've had peaceful nights, talking about things, crying and laughing- and more. I'm so grateful for Austin' I don't know what to do without him- his all I'll ever need.
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I was due in hospital now. The baby was coming, and I needed a lot of checkups to see if the baby was safe- or not.
The doctors were going to tell me if the alcohol had messed my baby up, or if the events had killed my baby, or- if everything is fine, and how lucky I am.
And I was scared. And so was Austin. We were both dreading this. We both wanted our baby to be fine, we wanted it- because we had everything planned out.
But what if it's the bad things we hear,? then what will happen- ?

I'm scared..
I hold on to Austins hand, and wait- for the doctors to see me.