Cheryl's POV

"Is it done yet?" She asked standing beside us

"Babe, it said 3 minutes.. it's been 3 seconds!" I laughed lightly as she became more impatient with each second

"Agh! This is taking forever!" She groaned going over and setting the toilet lid down before sitting herself down picking away at her nails

"Stop that! You know how much that makes us cringe!" I said scrunching up me face with each flick of the nail

"What? You mean this *flick* makes *flick* you *flick* cr-" I went over and pinned her hands down

"Would you stop that!!" I snapped making her giggled at me reaction

"I can't sit still!" She said wiggling beneath us like a stubborn child

"God! You're worse than Julie" I tutted releasing her and standing beside her with me arms crossed getting impatient meself, I glanced over at the counter filled with rows and rows of neatly aligned pregnancy tests

"Didn't know you had so much wee in you" I said making her giggle

"It's you! Making me drink tons and tons of water.. I'm surprised I didn't burst" she argued standing up from her seat

"I didn't make you do anything" I said taking quick glances at the bathroom sink

"Do you want to check?" She whispered stepping closer to us taking us in her arms

"I'm kind of scared to check now" I admitted

"Let's do it together"

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Julie's POV

What am I meant to tell my parents now? They were already getting suspicious of my constant asking of their autographs.. Turns out the whole office found out who I was and who my parents were. Damn it! Now I have to get them all signed photographs of my parents to keep them happy, I'm not even supposed to be going to visit Sophie this much.. Apparently 'they'll get attached to strangers' I'm the one getting attached, not the other way around.

I decided to walk to the orphanage today, because Mam keeps asking me 'where do you keep disappearing to?' and the excuse of 'The office' is being over used. Walking helped me think, allowed me to take a minute to appreciate where my life had come to. I sighed happily with a smile that seemed to be plastered permanently across my face. My facial expression changed within seconds as I furrowed my eyebrows confused at the sound of whimpering coming from the alleyway. I walked over quickly and ever so cautiously

"Awww you little baby!" I cooed crouching down at the little Siberian Husky puppy that had white and grey fur with piercing blue eyes

"What are you doing here? You are a cutie!" I giggled as he licked my face whilst I held him in my arms. He was still a little baby, making whimpering and squealing noises, I couldn't leave him here. So I did what any teenager would do; that would be to take him home of course

"I'm going to take you home, I'm going to feed you, give you a bath, and we are going to have endless cuddles. Aren't we? Yes we are" I cooed holding him tightly against my chest walking through the streets rushing to get home as fast as my feet could go so I could take care of him

"I'm going to need you to stay quiet" I said to him as if he could understand a word I was saying

"Aww you're falling asleep, I'm going to eat you right up! Stop being so cute!" If someone were to see me now they'd think I was going crazy talking to a puppy. I walked through the gates of my house anticipating my parents reactions to the puppy I had just picked off the streets, I could already hear Mam saying 'you don't go pickin' up stray puppies off the streets' I just rolled my eyes thinking about it. I sighed to myself before opening the front door slowly to be met by screams and shouts

"WHAT!? WHAT'S HAPPENED!" I shouted making the puppy jerk in my arms. My parents ran down the stairs screaming their head off

"WE'RE HAVING A-" They stopped their shouting and screaming and looked at the puppy in my hands

"What's that?" Mam asked as if it wasn't obvious

"WE'RE HAVING A...." I said waving my hand in the air indicating for them to go on trying to take the attention off the puppy in my arms

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" Mum squealed jumping in her spot and running into me squeezing me and the puppy to death

"Y-You're having a b-baby?" I gulped loudly feeling my head go into a light haze suddenly not being able to stand up straight. I walked into the front room sitting myself quickly down onto the sofa with my parents following close behind

"Hey.. Did you hear that? A baby.." I spoke in half a whisper as my voice began to crack the whole time looking at the puppy, I could feel my parents eyes on me

"A baby" I repeated as the first tear made it's way down my cheek

"Hey Bubba.. What's the matter?" Mam said taking the puppy off my lap and placing him on the sofa beside me

"Look at us" she said tilting my head up to meet her eyes kneeling down in front of me

"Come here baby" She said seeing the evident tears on my cheeks. She took me into her arms sliding me off the sofa and onto her lap sitting us both on the floor. I didn't want to show how upset I was, I was happy, sad, angry, depressed. I was all over the place with mixed emotions

"Come on, tell us what's wrong?" She asked once more stroking my hair as I cried softly against her chest

"I-I'm happy.. Honest" I hiccuped

"Come let me hold you" Mum said sitting beside the both of us holding her arms out

"N-No I want Mam" I said holding onto Mam tightly shaking in her arms

"Bubba wrap your legs around us so I can take you upstairs" she instructed me and I did as she wanted. She held me tighter wrapping her arms around me as she walked us both up the stairs and into my room laying down onto the bed and cuddling me

"Come on, tell us what's wrong?" She soothed me; spooning me from behind as she snaked her left arm through my shoulder whilst her right hand rested against my waist. Her cheek pressed against my own, we were one in that moment, breathing in sync. She always found a way to calm my nerves and put me at ease.

"I'm happy Mam, I really am" it was half a lie, but I wasn't going to tell them how I was really feeling. Would you? They'd think I didn't want the best for them, that I wasn't happy to make this family grow.

"What else is bothering you?" She asked almost sensing my nerves

"A-Are you going to not love me anymore?" it came out as a pathetic whisper, no one would have been able to hear me even if they were sitting inches away. She was practically sitting on top of me, so she had to have heard it

"Turn around" She said gently turning me so I could face her

"I know you've been hurt in your past Bubba, but I'm here to take care and love you forever; or as long as you'll let us. I'm your Mam baby, I'll never love you any less I can only love you more if that's possible" She said whilst stroking my cheek never breaking eye contact with me

"You mean it?" I said still needing a little more convincing

"Every single word of it" She kissed my forehead bringing me further into her. We laid there in a comfortable silence, no words needed. Love being transferred and translated in the embrace we currently were in. She was trying to reassure me, make me understand just how much she cared and loved me with just this single cuddle

"Is it alright if I come in?" Mum said popping her head around my bedroom door. I nodded shuffling about on the bed making room for her to join in

"I'm sorry" I said straight away, needing to apologize for rejecting her earlier

"Don't apologize, are you okay now?" She asked wrapping her arms all the way around both Mam and myself

"Much better" I sighed breathing in deeply inhaling the good and exhaling the bad.

"Now that you's are better.. We can drive out to the pet shelter and give that puppy to them" Mam said changing tactics making me shoot up

"What? No!?" I said jumping out of bed and quickly running down the stairs grabbing the little puppy in my hands holding him against my chest as if it would protect him from being taken away

"Bubba, you can't go around pickin' up stray puppies off the streets!" Told you so

"Mam he's not a stray puppy, he's a wittle cute baby! Yes you are" I cooed scratching his head

"Julie, don't go falling in love with him! We're not keeping him!" Mum said

"Mummy please! Look at him" I pouted holding him up

"Kimba don't go falling for her act! We are in no shape or form keeping that thing!"

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Julie's POV

"So what do you want to call the little guy?" Mam asked as we walked through the pet supply shop

"I was thinking Lucky? Seeing as I had just found him" It didn't take much begging for Mam to cave in and let me keep Lucky

"Aye! That's a cute name" she said pushing the trolly and throwing in every item her hands could get on

"Mam! We don't need all that" I gasped trying to take stuff out

"Bubba, he's going to need a lot of stuff! Treats, toys, a bed, bowl for both water and food! Do you know a dog is a big responsibility! I'm not going to be the one picking up after him if that's what you think, and neither is your Mum! She's pregnant she's not going to be touching a thing in the house, let alone pickin' up dog sh!t" She rambled telling me off as she continued to throw items into the trolly

"Ok.. No need to go off on one! Lucky is a well behaved puppy, thank you very much!" I said suddenly feeling the need to defend the pup

"I hope you're right" she sighed

"I'm always right!" I stuck my tongue out walking ahead of her picking up the essentials needed, unlike her I was putting stuff I'd actually use

"Oh by the way Mam" I said turning around stopping in my tracks

"Yeah?"

"I erm.. I need some more signed photographs" I said making her furrow her eyebrows together making me take a loud gulp

"What are you doing with them photos?" She hissed beckoning me to come stand next to her afraid someone would hear her

"I um.. I'm just, giving them out.. You know?" I lied. Terribly

"No I don't know Julie! Who are you giving them to?" She questioned getting impatient with me

"Fans, just fans! Your fans!" I was telling the truth, they were her fans

"And where are these fans then? Where have you been running off to everyday for two-three hours Ms. Tweedy-Walsh?" She said tapping her heel against the tiled floor impatiently

"Mam.. People are staring!" I said under my breath needing her to tone it down

"We are not done having this conversation young lady!" She said giving me a little shove to move my ass down the aisle. That'll give me some time to to come up with a good and believable lie. I don't know why I wasn't comfortable telling Mam or Mum to be exact that in fact I was going everyday to the orphanage to visit a little girl that reminded me of myself and I was finding it hard to get her out of my head. I was falling in love with that girl, and I craved her, I wanted, no I needed to see her each and everyday. I needed to make her feel loved, let her know that someone cared. That I cared, and that I'll always care for her.