I watched intently as George's eyes blink open, he immediately being flooded with a wave of confusion.

He hadn't been fully conscious at all since yesterday when I had come home to find him drunk. I was petrified when he'd fallen unconscious, I had called the ambulance immediately after the scene had gone down. It brought up a horrible memory that I had never wanted to relive having found Brian in the same position.

George had gotten alcohol poisoning and had needed his stomach pumped, all of which had been overwhelmingly terrifying with everything that had already happened. The doctors assured me however he'd come back round in no time which helped set me at ease at least for the baby's sake.

"Poppy? Where are we?" George was squinting from the light in the room, seeming to have no recollection of what had happened whatsoever.

"The hospital." I spoke flatly, my head propped up on my hands as my elbows were on my knees.

He blinked a few times deep in thought trying to search for an answer for the questions he so clearly had trying to recall last night's events.

"You gave yourself alcohol poisoning." I leaned forward impatiently trying to ring some bells, frustrated with him.

I had thought he'd died.

"Poppy," he began shaking his head, a frown beginning as his eyes met my glare.

If I wouldn't have been there, he could've died.

"How could you be so thoughtless? You could've-" I couldn't bring myself to continue, tears threatening to rise as I stared into his eyes that were glazed with a thick fog.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in the sincerest possibly way he could, looking deep into my eyes through my vacant expression.

"Well, I don't know if I believe you." I spoke with a rigid expression, rising from the chair I had been sitting at for the past day waiting.

"I'm going to go get a doctor." I looked back at his lost puppy dog expression stiffly, feeling a part of my heart ache at the sight.

I understood why he had pushed me away now more than before and I had sympathy, though still completely distraught. I was a mess with feelings, and I hadn't a clue where I stood on George. Was it too late to forgive him?

Once I had gotten a nurse, she'd checked his vitals and gone to get a doctor, leaving George and I alone again.

"Please don't leave me." George seemed helpless, looking up to me with a look that made me want to tell him everything would be alright, but I forced myself to stay in place.

It wasn't so easy as forgiving and forgetting.

"I would never leave you, George," I paused, trying not to explode into a fit of telling him everything he's put me through because I was certain he was aware, "I just want to know if I'm still who you want to be with, if we're really starting a family, because I just need a straight answer." I nearly begged him to level with me, watching him desperately wanting to cut in at what I was saying.

"Of course I want to start a family with you. Poppy, it's always been you," George echoed the same thing Paul had said only two days before, tearing away at my heartstrings, "I was so stupid for pushing you away, I just got in my head about what you deserved, better than me, I'm sure." he shook his head, causing me to frown slightly, my empathy getting the best of me.

"George, all I've ever wanted is to be with you." I corrected him shaking my head, lightening his grave expression.

The doctor came in once again, tearing out attention away from one another.

I was thankful, it had been getting heavy even for me. George had truly seemed to believe I would leave him over this.

It took a moment to explain that George was alright but they needed to keep him for a couple more hours to keep an eye on his vitals before he goes anywhere.

A couple minutes into the silence that had fallen between George and I, John had come knocking on the door, confiding George thoroughly as his eyebrows furrowed into a line.

"I called John earlier to take you home, I've got a prenatal class at three." I said looking down to my watch then back up at George, then John.

I had been so angry at John because of what he was doing to Cynthia, but he was a grown man that could make his own decisions, and right now he did seem like my most viable option, which did say a lot.

George kept his eyes to me, looking helpless to the situation.

"Thanks for doing this John." I said with a slightly uneasy smile as I put a hand on his shoulder, he nodding back seemingly uncomfortably as well though he was doing me a huge favour not only because of the class I had to be at.

Looking back once more, I watched George mouth "don't go" with slumped shoulders, his eyes glazed over with pain.

It hurt me to leave him like that, but I just didn't know how to deal with him right now without saying something I would regret, I just needed to clear my mind for a bit away from him.

I had barley even had time to process what had happened with Paul before everything with George. Paul had proposed to Jane and still went ahead and kissed me and made me all the more confused about everything going on though he was making a lifelong commitment to Jane. I couldn't put the blame all on him for what happened, but I felt I was the "other woman" now more than ever, I felt betrayed by Paul for keeping me in the dark.

Maybe that's why he was talking about "letting me go" though he loved me. It wasn't cause I loved George, it was because he was going to marry Jane.

Any way I looked at it, Paul and I could never work in a way that wouldn't tear everything apart, though my mind was put to rest about the nagging little "what if" that had seemed to always been there.
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All through the class I couldn't stop thinking of George. Maybe I had been too harsh earlier, he'd just nearly drunk himself to death and there I was to nag him as soon as he'd woken. Not that he didn't completely deserve it, but it didn't sit right in my chest.

I had understood why he had been pushing me away, he felt the pressure of parenthood, and I was too, I mean I was going to a class about it after all. There was just better ways to cope.

As I drove back to Kinfaus a downpour had begun to mirror the way I myself was feeling. I hoped everything had gone well with John taking him home. I swear if George was back at drinking again I don't know what I'd do.

As I pulled into our driveway, George's slender figure stood out as he was sitting against the wall next to the front door, overlooking his plants and becoming absolutely drenched from the downpour of rain.

I stopped the car immediately when I was close enough, worried about if he was in his right state of mind.

"George?" I called hastily as I opened up my umbrella above me as I stepped out from the car, watching his eyes were already on me as he'd seen the car pull up.

"George?" I called more urgently nearly running over to him.

I watched him stand up which startled me, stopping me in my tracks as his face was overwhelmingly somber.

I watched as he began to walk slowly toward me with a pained longing in his features that tugged at my heartstrings, making me feel awful for sending him off with John.

I found myself walking closer as he had, the both of us slowly picking up the pace to be face to face with one another.

As we crashed into each other, George immediately swept me up and dipped my down and placing an immediate kiss on my lips, sending me into a whirlwind of emotion. My umbrella fell down to my side as I gave into the kiss, running my hands through George's drenched hair, needing him to understand through the kiss that I wasn't going anywhere.

George was very assertive yet gentle with the kiss, making me remember all the reasons I loved him.

Despite all the things we were going through I loved George and I was convinced I would never stop, George making it extremely difficult not to.

George broke away, probably realizing I shouldn't be getting all cold and wet being pregnant.

"Let's get inside, yeah?" He spoke over the sound of the rain, leaning over me with a deep stare into my eyes intently.

I nodded, the sun at the end of the storm seeming to finally come out through the rain outside was still dreadful.