I should of never went with Angelina to Fred's grave. I knew George would be there today but she begged me and I gave in. It had been six months since Fred died and George left me because he said he was too sad to love me anymore. We dated for a year and he was my life. It all ended the day of Fred's funeral. George was a mess he refused to talk to me about anything. He told me that I just wouldn't understand and that maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore. I cried myself asleep that whole week never getting more than a few hours asleep a night. At the end of the week I found out that I was pregnant. I tried to owl George but he refused to talk to me at all so I never told him. I thought it'd be better to just keep it to myself. So here I am standing in front of Fred's grave eight months pregnant watching Angelina crying over her dead lover's gravestone. It was heartbreaking, Angelina was the strong one never letting anything get to her but this last six months has showed the side I never knew. "I thought you'd be here with Ang" a voice said from me startling me. I knew that voice from anywhere it was George. I slowly turned to look at him. "I couldn't let her come here by herself." I said as I noticed George's eyes falling down to my stomach. "You want to tell me something" he pointed at my round belly. "Well…" I was interrupted by Angelina coming up from behind us. "Hey George."