It hasn't been the same.

It hasn't been the same since she came home from the doctors, although, she does a good job of covering up her emotions, but she is an award winning actress so I'm not surprised really.

For an entire week all I've seen are fake smiles, distance, and a hint of self consciousness in her actions. Whenever she's around me everything she does is fragile, as if I'm going to just snap in anger and scream at her in frustration.

She is tip-toeing around me and I don't like it. I don't like this sudden change, I don't like how she's acting but whenever I try to talk to her about it her eyes avert to the floor and she quickly changes the topic of conversation.

I've know her for three and a half years, I dated her for a year and we've been married for two years; in all that time she has never been so frightened. The only time I can think of her acting strangely was when we were dating and she was arranging my highly secretive surprise birthday party, she was quiet, fidgety.

And she acted that way because she was hiding something from me.

I push the thought away.

You've probably realised by now that I'm very possessive over Emma; she is my heart, and soul, my entire life and reason for being. We know each other inside out, every gesture, the familiar sound of our voices, our likes and dislikes. Every single thing. So when she acts different, I pick up on it immediately and become concerned.

I know that if I leave her to herself and let her have her own space, she'll probably tell me in her own time; but then again, I can't help but be paranoid. The last time I accused Emma of something I had no evidence for it, it was just pure paranoia and jealousy; I hated the lack of attention I got from her and it was a whimsical accusation that I'm not proud of.

Anyway, enough of that. Emma's seen George almost everyday this week. I forgot how genuinely nice that guy is, he's always been there for Em's and he's a great actor. I remember the first day I met him, a big welcoming smile on his face and a firm handshake, he was very supportive of mine and Emma's relationship and he has been a good friend to us since we've been together.

I was really glad when I saw him again at the beginning of this week, Emma had invited him to our house for lunch, after we'd prepared a homemade salad. It was nice. She seems a lot more optimistic when he's around, like everything is back to normal and she's just being herself, so I don't mind when they're together because she's the old Emma, and that's all I could ask for.

Yesterday he told me that him and his girlfriend had a baby seven months ago. A little boy that they named Peter, he was born on a Tuesday weighing nine pounds and two ounces; George went on to show me photos of the baby, a coy smile dancing on Peter's lips and bright red chubby cheeks that I'm sure his nana has already pinched. Peter is very cute, and it made me think of me and Emma, and the family that we'll have one day.

I smile involuntarily at the thought, I want nothing more in this world than a family, I love children, and mine and Emma's would be spectacular. I can just imagine a curly haired toddler running around downstairs, their tiny feet padding along the cream carpeted floor, and deep dimples indented in their cheeks as me and Emma chase them playfully.

That day will make my life complete, a family is the only thing I could ever want or ask for.

I'd like a girl first I think, although I'd be blessed with either if I'm being perfectly honest. And I'd like multiple children, three, maybe four, I'm not really sure. I think that's something that me and Emma have to discuss; we have actually talked about having children in the past, we both come from very close families so it's quiet important to us to have children.

I know she's just as excited as I am, although due to our careers we haven't really had time for anything of the sort, we decided that it wouldn't really be fair on the child and to wait a little bit longer. However, that was a year ago, and after watching Lux and Brooklyn grow from babies, into toddlers, into children, I'm more than excited to have a child of my own now. I think we're ready.

My green eyes flutter over Emma as she stirs in her sleep, I've been watching her for a while now, I don't really know how long considering I've only been paying attention to her. But I know that I've lost track of time since I started.

I smile as I glance at the two rings clad tightly on her ring finger, the ones that symbolise our eternal love and adoration for each other, the ones that simply bind us together. She was sleeping so peacefully when I woke up and I couldn't help but gaze at her perfect and faultless features.

Don't get me wrong she still looks at mess, as does everyone in a morning; her hair is sticking up everywhere, her top is crooked, her fluffy socks are different lengths, her shorts are rolling up, and to top it all off she's spread into a starfish shape over the surface of the bed. But despite all that, she's still perfect to me.

Her hazel eyes open groggily and she lets out a reluctant groan, she isn't really a morning person if you haven't already guessed, the furthest thing from graceful you can get, but I love her nevertheless. I laugh at my own thoughts as she stares up at me, I know she'd agree if she could read my mind, I'm just being honesty after all.

"Morning." I smile, placing a light kiss to her forehead and getting out of the bed to brush my teeth.

I'm in work later with the lads, we're doing a few rehearsals for the upcoming tour, preparing our choreography and outfits, it's something we'll be doing for the next couple of weeks. Just preparation really, nothing exciting.

Emma, however, has a day off today and from what I know of, she hasn't got anything planned. I had an idea to ask her to come to work with me, I know how much she loves seeing the lads and all of the crew, I thought it would be a good way to spend her day. I'll have to ask her though.

She walks quietly into the bathroom, just as she's done everyday this week, pulling the shower curtain closed before hopping in without a word. This is how it's has been. Nothing but a deafening silence between us, and I find it highly frustrating.

Her current attitude is testing my patience.

"I'm going to go make breakfast babe, come downstairs when you're ready." I inform her, hearing a gentle 'thank you' as I leave the steamy bathroom.

My bare feet pad against the soft cream carpet as I descend the stairs, heading in the direction of our kitchen. I don't think I've ever really appreciated this house, there is an incredible view out of every window, green trees and grass, flowers blooming all the time, wildlife going about their daily routine. It really is perfect when I think about it.

I know that Emma loves crêpes so I've decided to make her a chocolate and maple syrup one for when she comes down. I've done it for her before and her mouth watered, so I've taken that as a good sign.

Pouring the mixture into the pan I keep my eyes on it, making sure not to burn the batter; when it's done I place it on a plate, putting the thick chunk of chocolate on one side then rolling it to make a crêpe, the warmth of the cooked batter makes the milk chocolate melt inside. I finish the dish by drizzling some maple syrup on the top and placing it on the counter, ready for Emma.

"Thank you." She mumbles, pecking my cheek sweetly before grabbing her plate.

"You're welcome," I smile, this is what I like, when she's somewhat happy and content. "Listen, considering you've got the day off, I was wondering if you wanted to come into work with me?" I smile over towards her, watching as she enjoys her breakfast. "You know, to see the lads and all of the crew. I know how much you love seeing everyone." I smile, the meal going down quickly as she savours each and every bite.

"I can't Harry, sorry." She utters quietly, almost scared of my reaction.

My eyebrows furrow at her words, I thought that was a perfect idea an I don't really understand why she isn't more interested in the notion, "w-what, why?" I ask confusedly, she normally loves to come to work with me.

"I'm seeing George." She tells me, her eyes focusing solely on the last forkfuls of food left on her plate.

"But you love seeing everyone?" I argue in an almost whine, I don't understand what is going on with her.

"I know, sorry." That's all she says to me as an answer. "I'll see you later, I love you." I receive a light peck on the cheek again, before she places her empty plate into the dishwasher and leaves the house.

I feel anger trickle through my veins, I hate this, I hate how she's changing, how she's so different now. I hate that we hardly see her; I live in the same house as her and I hardly see her, it's like she's avoiding me and I hate it. I need her with me, we all need her, and I hate what she's doing to us.

To me especially.

She's leaving us to go and see George, she's done this every single day; before work, after work, even during work in her lunch break! Every time I try and talk to her she pushes me away, and it doesn't get us anywhere. I've been calm, trying to ignore her behaviour, I'm sure it isn't permanent.

My mind possessively wanders to the worst possible situation. I don't even want to consider that as an option, she wouldn't cheat on me, that's not something Emma would do. I've accused her once with no evidence and it was the worst thing I've ever done, I didn't trust her and I've learned my lesson. She wouldn't do that, I know she wouldn't, I'm being paranoid. It's just in my mind.

I shake my head from the thought and decide to go upstairs and get dressed for work in an attempt to calm myself down; I have to take my mind off of these ridiculous thoughts. I'm being stupid and I need to stop.

I get changed into some plain black skinny jeans and a black v-neck, pulling on my familiar black boots considering my brown ones are covered in holes. I had to get new ones because my feet got wet every single time I stepped into a puddle, and I live in England, so stepping in puddles is a daily occurrence.

As I stand up properly, my eyes catch something sparkling on the smooth surface of our chest of drawers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I wander over to the source, having to take a second glance when it suddenly dawns on me what it is.

That's when my heart sinks to my stomach and I feel a surge of betrayal and disappointment wash over my entire body.

This can't be happening.

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