"You two can't be here when George gets back." I groaned laid back on the couch after Cynthia demanded I lay down and relax.

"Look Jules understands it's a secret, right Jules?" Cynthia looked from me over to Julian who was playing with some toy cars George and I kept here for when we babysat him.

"There's no baby in Auntie P's tummy." Julian nodded with a small grin as if he were doing something naughty.

"Well that's convincing." I looked up at Cynthia as she set some oatmeal she'd whipped up she'd sworn helped her through her pregnancy on the coffee table.

"Alright, we'll be gone. But you better tell George tonight because I have a feeling John will be finding out soon enough." She sighed glancing back to Julian as he was back to playing.

"I've tried before to tell him, but he's under so much stress right now and Brian-" I sat up shaking my head.

Cynthia sat herself down beside me, grabbing my hands in hers.

"Poppy, he'll be elated. Tell him." She nodded knocking some sense into me.

She was right, I should be more excited than worried after all I'd been through throughout the past week, and George deserved some good news.

"Thanks Cyn." I grinned pulling her into a hug.

Just then the sound of the front door opening made both Cynthia and I tense up.

"Is that him?" Cynthia whispered in my ear breaking away from the hug.

My eyes were wide with horror as I looked over at Julian.

"Poppy?" Eric's voice sounded through the house, making Cynthia and I practically collapse into the couch in relief.

"Cynthia, Jules and I are in the living room." I called over to him as Cynthia beckoned for Julian to come over to her.

Eric's face became visible as both Cyn and I looked over the back of the couch.

Eric was dressed oddly nicer than his usual psychedelic getup he wore, being the lead guitarist of Cream.

In his hands he held a bouquet of pink lotus flowers that had recently become one of my favourites as I delved into the world of Hinduism with George, in love with everything they represented.

"Is this a bad time?" His smile faltered slightly seeing how somber both Cynthia and I were.

"Not at all." I tossed a sideways glance seeing she was smiling and nodding in agreement.

"George isn't home-" I began with a slight frown as he walked over to the couch.

"I know, I thought you might've wanted some company..." He trailed off with a charming grin, extending the followers toward me.

"I remember when you said they were your favourite." He spoke with a gentle voice as I took them, smiling in awe of how beautiful they were.

"Thank you." I smiled getting up and walking to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

"Eric! Auntie P's gonna have a baby." Julian spoke quickly from Cynthia's arms on the couch before Cynthia or I could stop him.

Both Cynthia and I gasped in shock. I turned around looking at Cynthia who shot me a sorrowful frown.

Although I wasn't too content Eric now knew, I was more relieved it hadn't been George who had just come home.

"Are you really?" A smile lifted the corners of his mouth upwards seeing how shocked I was.

I nodded with a blush spreading across my cheeks.

"Congratulations love." He walked over, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

"Have you told George?" He inquired upbeat.

I shook my head shamefully.

"Well I think that's enough excitement for one day Jules, let's get back home before George hears the news from you." Cynthia spoke disapprovingly as Julian realized the agreement we had made earlier.

"Sorry Auntie P." He looked sorry as Cynthia got up, holding him in her arms.

"It's alright Jules." I giggled shaking my head making him perk up.

The two of them left hastily, Cynthia extremely paranoid Julian wouldn't be able to contain himself if George walked through the doors.

"So, how are you feeling then?" Eric sent me a sympathetic grin, running his hands up and down my back as the two of us stood in the kitchen where I had just put down the flowers in the vase filled with water.

"I don't know." I sighed deeply leaning into his shoulder, keeping my eyes glued to the flowers.

"Well, lets just get some air and talk yeah?" He motioned to outside in the backyard.

I nodded, hoping I would feel better if I told him everything because of how pent up I felt with my emotions. He was much more sympathetic about me keeping the secret from George, seeming to understand exactly how I felt.
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The front door opened once again as Eric and I sat together looking through some of the scrapbooks I had looked through earlier.

Talking to him today was very therapeutic, It felt good just talk through everything with someone.

George walked into sight, frustratedly tossing his keys on the counter and going straight to the fridge to get himself a beer.

"George." I spoke warily, looking over to Eric who was gazing at George curiously.

He looked over to the two of us, his eyes sticking to Eric immediately.

He straightened himself up slightly realizing we had company.

"Eric." George nodded before taking a long swig of beer.

Eric and I exchanged worried glances.

"Well, I'm glad you're home, I've got some news." I stood up cheerily for the first time in a week since Brian's death, needing to be completely honest with him about the baby, seeing how desperately needed some cheering up.

"I'm really not in the mood right now." George dismissed me thinking it was an over exaggeration.

"B-" I began suddenly downcast.

He gave me a tired look, causing me to become pushed past my breaking point.

I felt my blood begin to boil and my face begin to redden in anger as my fists were balled up at my sides.

Even if I wanted to tell him he wouldn't allow it apparently. He must've thought he was the only one with real problems to deal with, my angered pregnant hormones began talking for me, feeling like I was overly angered over the situation.

Eric stood up beside me, cutting through the thick tension in the room.

"George-" He began trying to appeal to his senses.

"I think it's time for you to go Eric." George spoke flatly.

He looked to me looking for what I had to say.

I nodded to assure him it would be alright.

Hesitantly, Eric left through the door, leaving George and I by ourselves.

George pulled out some THC brownies he ate in replacement of smoking, causing me to become even more frustrated.

When he was in a bad mood I always kept to myself and listened to how badly John, or Paul, or anything else pissed him off that day. Today, I know I needed him to listen to me.

Lately he'd only become more and more grouchy, and I couldn't take it any longer, I was about to have a child with his man. I needed to know he was capable of being a father.

"How long was he here?" George looked irritated as he pointed to where Eric had just exited.

"Since earlier this afternoon," I shrugged thinking nothing of it yet seeing George's face twist with distaste. "-he was being a friend." I assured him.

"That's what you always think." He nodded shoving the rest of the brownie in his mouth.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with my eyebrows creased together in shock.

"Oh come on," he began like I was completely blind.

"-George if you seriously think Eric and I-" I became enrage watching his expression unmoving.

He shrugged seeming unsure of it himself.

"-George, I'm pregnant." I spoke behind gritted teeth, seeing his face immediately twist, a whirlwind of emotions hitting him all at once.

"-Poppy-" He began in sheer disbelief.

Without another word I ran out into the cold night air trying not to let tears fall, hoping Eric hadn't left the driveway yet.

I realized it was raining as I saw Eric's van pulling out of the driveway. I began to flail my arms like a maniac until I gained his attention, the car tires coming to a sudden screeching stop.

I ran to the passenger side swing Eric's eyes widened as he stared at me.

"Are you mad?" He asked before grabbing a blanket from the back seat and laying it on my lap to allow me to wrap it around my soaked body.

"No, but George is, I just can't handle it all right now." I shook my head, seeing Eric nodding his head understandingly, knowing how angry George could get.

"Do you mind dropping me off somewhere tonight? And promise me you won't tell George?" I nuzzled into the blanket with chattering teeth.

He nodded intently.

"Where to?" He inquired driving out onto the road.

"My father's." I sat back biting my lip with a deep sigh.