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Ema did love Klavier, and was unsure what to think when it came to telling him she had fallen pregnant. Of course, when she told him, a journalist was lurking nearby and jumped straight back to his office and publicised it. Much to Ema's dismay. She spent the next couple of weeks in the newspapers, magazines, all over the web even on television because of the fact that Klavier Gavin – the now solo rock star – got her pregnant. There was no mention whatsoever of the fact she and Klavier needed privacy or that they were even dating before hand.

It wasn't planned and somehow the unborn child knew it. Two weeks after the trouble with the papers had stopped – as she was approaching the start of the third month she had a miscarriage. Blood was everywhere and the damage to her psyche was less than the physical damage to her. She was forbidden from making love to Klavier for a lengthy period of time and she felt ugly and unwanted.

That was two weeks ago and yet the papers still bug her about it…

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On the other side of town, Apollo was already grabbing trash and trying to tidy the apartment he shared with the Wrights to make sure it looked liveable. As the morning paper was pushed through the door he took it as a chance to rest. The red t-shirt he wore to bed was a lot bigger than his normal clothes and it looked more like a dress as he leant down and picked the paper up. He stuck his head out of the door.

"Good morning Mr Justice!" The quirky little paper girl waved to him.

"Good morning." He reached for his wallet on the side. "Get something to eat after you've done." He gave her some money as a tip.

"Of course! Thank you!" The young girl smiled. "Good morning again, Mr Justice." The little girl was an inspiration – no matter what the weather she always delivered her papers.

He smiled and closed the door behind him. He sat on the couch and looked in horror at the front page as – yet again – they were advertising the fact that Klavier's unborn child has 'magically disappeared'. Apollo had the gut feeling Klavier was getting all the attention on purpose, he had spoke to Ema a couple of days ago and while she was suffering terribly she still managed to have a coffee with Apollo and he helped her with her shopping.

"Dang! He's on the front of the paper again?" Phoenix mumbled sleepily.

"Poor Mr Gavin…" Trucy said in her naive and innocent tone.

"Morning you two." Apollo poured himself a coffee and then one for Phoenix and made Trucy a quick drink. "Give me a sec will you…" He crept into his bedroom to get changed; he thought it was inappropriate for him to be the way he was when Trucy was there.

He came out, gathered the cups and put them down on the coffee table. The paper was now open and splayed open on the two pages about Ema and Klavier.

"Why do the papers never say anything about how Ema feels or even that she's Klavier's girlfriend?" Trucy asked as she skimmed the pages and lifted her mug to her lips.

"I have no idea honey…" Phoenix wasn't reading the paper either – just looking at the pictures. "Have you noticed Klavier is wearing sunglasses when he's out at night all the time lately?"

"Now that you mention it…" Apollo hadn't noticed before, but it was true. Whenever a picture was taken of Klavier outside of court (not just at night) he always, always wore sunglasses or shielded his eyes. "Is he trying to hide something?" He was reading the text.

"I would have liked to have the baby…a heir to my well earned fame and fortune…" Said Klavier in an interview. Although he regretted sleeping with the girl without protection he is sad that she has lost the baby. It is being investigated as to why…

"The lying bastards!" Apollo yelled.

"Apollo!" Trucy scowled at him for swearing.

"Sorry Trucy but read the last few lines!"

"What's so bad about it?" Trucy and Phoenix questioned.

"First of all, Klavier didn't want a baby, he yelled at Ema when she told him!" Apollo could pick out three or four mistakes.

"Ok…point taken…"

"Ema's his girlfriend not some girl. He's making her sound like some hooker or a fan girl he just randomly chose to have sex with." Apollo couldn't believe what he had read. "And he doesn't regret it at all! I remember the conversation he had about it."

"Poor Ema… daddy what's a hooker?"

"A member of the oldest profession in the world sweetie."

"Which is?"

"Prostitution." Apollo knew Phoenix would answer 'I'll tell you when you're older', she was fifteen after all. "Oh and farming's just as old…"

"Oh! Ema's not a prostitute!" Trucy barked.

"Then it's being investigated… Ema wants to be left alone, she's miserable enough without Gynaecologists and Obstetricians poking and prodding at her body and investigating the most sensitive areas of her body!"

"Polly, what's a gyna…um whatever you call them and an obstet-thing?"

"Um…I don't think I should tell you that…" He shied away from Phoenix's death glare.

"Daddy?"

"Um…ok Apollo please tell her." Phoenix suddenly clammed up.

"Gynaecologists uh…make sure girls can have babies and that those parts of their

Bodies work right…" I'm sure this is your daddy's or school's job… "An Obstetrician keeps an eye on women, before, during and after pregnancy and child birth."

"…I bet it reminds Ema of it more… doesn't it Polly?" Trucy looked as miserable as she thought Ema would have.

"I'm gonna go see Ema today, her big sister is still out of town and Klavier's working, she needs someone to talk to." Apollo grabs the paper. "Can I take this?"

"Sure." Phoenix smiled.

"Hey open up! Mailman!" Apollo opened the door. "Sign this please sir…" Apollo squiggled his name on the paper. A thick package was handed to him.

"Polly! These must be the copies of your book!" Trucy ripped the packaging off. Apollo had written a book about his childhood from growing up in a home to going to foster families and college. There was some things in there that nobody knew about Apollo. Three copies fell from the packet.

"Trucy, put two of them in the bookshelf please." Trucy took two of the books and slid them into the bookcase. Apollo picked up the last book. "You mustn't give anyone those copies, they have to wait until it gets sold in shops, I can only lend one of my copies."

"Polly can I go with you to see Ema?" Trucy prodded him in the arm.

"Alright, but you have to behave and try and make Ema feel happy ok?"

"Ok Polly!" They ran out the door clutching the book and the newspaper to the bus stop.