"Poppy?" George asked me for what seemed to be the millionth time as I finally snapped out of my daze, looking down to him as he was sitting with Harry playing with toy cars the grass.

"Huh?" I asked him trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Whats wrong love?" He asked with a furrowed brow as he examined me.

"Nothing, you're just, really good with children." I nodded looking down as Harry played with his race cars beside George.

His lips curled up into a small coy smile.

"I am not a child." Harry frowned cutely crossing his arms with a huff.

"Erm, Mr. Harrison, George, may I have your autograph please?" Caroline asked as she emerged into the backyard from the back door of the house, clutching tightly onto a magazine with his face on it between the two of her hands with a pen.

"I'd love to." He nodded taking the pen from her and signing the magazine with a huge grin, mirroring Caroline's elated expression.

"Thank you so much, gosh this has to be one of the best days I've ever had." She exclaimed smiling at George, soon looking over to me.

"I'm so glad I've gotten to meet you." Caroline smiled genuinely, coming over and hugging me tightly.

"I'm glad I got to meet you too." I whispered warmly returning her hug.

George smiled watching the moment I was sharing with my newly found sister.

"Sing for us?" Harry asked George excitedly uncrossing his arms and tugging on his arm.

"Harry." Caroline hissed turning around to him scolding him.

"What song?" George asked Harry with a large smile that exposed his fang-like canine teeth.

"Can you sing "Do You Want to Know a Secret" please George?" Caroline begged excitedly clapping her hands together, her mood instantly changing once hearing George's willingness to sing for them.

George gave me a sideways glance with a smirk and my cheeks tinted with red at the choice of song.

"Sure." George nodded at Caroline.

"I'll go get the guitar!" She exclaimed with a squeal.

"She has good taste in songs." I bit my lip shaking my head.

George chuckled.

I became somber feeling my stomach churn watching his contented expression. I couldn't tell him about everything I was worrying about.

I don't know what I'd do with myself if I were to make him do something he wasn't ready to do. If I really was having a baby, I know George would feel obliged to marry me, but him and I both knew we weren't ready for marriage and children yet.
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I kept to myself for the rest of the day and I thought George had begun to notice. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought that I might be with child. I felt like it would ruin everything, I wasn't ready to be a mother and I knew for a fact George wasn't ready to be a father.

He would be away so often with touring and other work that it would practically be like raising a child on my own.

It seemed like the exact opposite of what I had intended when I let go of George so he could move to London and live freely. I felt almost guilty, like it was selfish of me to have come to London in the first place. I'm sure George would've forgotten about me completely if I would've just stayed out of it.

When George and I were driving home at the end of the day, I was trying to keep myself composed. The entire day I had tried to push it to the back of my mind but now it was eating away at my every single thought.

"Poppy love, is something wrong?" George inquired softly glancing over at my anxious expression as I mindlessly bit at one of my nails.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled over at him wearily snapping out of it.

"Are you sure? It seems like something's been bothering you." He observed reaching over and grabbing my hand gently in his.

"George," I began, staring at our intertwined fingers, "do you think we're making a mistake?" I asked guiltily biting down on my lower lip knowing that I've only just made things worse.

"You think we're a mistake?" George looked slightly taken aback by my statement, his grip on my hand loosening.

"No, no, of course not. I just meant that, maybe you aren't ready to be tied down just yet, between touring and all the screaming girls-" I looked sadly at his softening expression.

"-Poppy. I love you, alright? There's not a single person I'd rather share my life with than you." George assured me solemnly giving my hand a small squeeze.

"Promise me, no matter what you'll still love me?" I asked, my voice crackling faintly.

"Always." He smiled at me once more before switching his attention back to the road.

It eased my concern slightly although I knew he hadn't any idea about the potential severity of the situation.
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I was a wreck for the next few days, I kept myself busy by painting some pieces back at the flat to try and clear my head. I couldn't muster up the courage to tell anyone, because I'd only be pushed to go to the doctors, and if I really was pregnant, I wasn't sure what I would do with myself.

Today was the day that the boys had their final scene of the movie, when they'd be preforming their new songs for a crowd.

I thought if I would just be able to make it through going to watch the boys today I would go to the doctors tomorrow, the uncertainty driving me insane.

As Brian and I walked into the venue for the boys' performance, I gawked in amazement at the size of it. The seats were yet to be filled since we'd arrived early enough to see the boys only beginning to tune their guitars up onstage.

As George's eyes fell onto my uncle and I, he waved with a gigantic smile. My uncle looked to me with a smirk. It seemed he had just understood that George and I were together again, it seemed like he was even overjoyed about it.

I waved back to George although I got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Forcing a smile on my lips, I waved back watching as a elated expression rose on his face.

My uncle greeted all of the boys onstage merrily as I hung back behind him with extremely reddened cheeks.

I looked away from the stage avoiding eye contact with George and spotted Cyn, Julian, Jane and Mo sitting near the back beckoning for me to go over to them.

I pushed back everything that was on my mind and excused myself from my uncle to go sit back with the girls.

"Come sit! Julian has something to show you." Cynthia patted the empty aisle seat next to her. Jane and Mo sat beside the two of them with elated expressions as they watched.

"Show Poppy what you learned Jules." Cynthia sang brightly.

"Mmmama." He managed to speak out for himself.

"Good job Jules." I congratulations him with a gigantic grin.

"I want one." Maureen whined absolutely in love with Julian's cuteness holding out her hands wanting to hold him. Cynthia chuckled and handed him over to Maureen who was eager to make him laugh.

I gulped and slouched back in my seat slightly, I might actually be having one.

"What's wrong?" Cynthia asked quietly as a conversation sparked among the other girls as they tried to make Julian smile.

"Can we talk later? I have something I need to tell you, just, not here." I whispered impulsively, feeling my stomach doing backflips.

Cynthia nodded her head attentively.

I looked back to the stage where the boys were preparing for the crowds to start coming in.

I stared guiltily at George's upbeat aura. I loved him with all of my heart, I'd hate to do anything to make him upset or stressed out. I was so lost, I needed to confide in Cynthia or I thought I might completely break down with emotions.