September 2nd 2013

I sat with Emma in hers and Newt's bedroom. I'd been at their apartment a lot since Lindsay and I broke up. Partly because I didn't want to be alone, partly to be there for Emma.

'I can't believe you still haven't told him,' I told her.

Emma sat cross-legged on the double pale blue bed, wearing one of Newt's jumpers and baggy grey tracksuit pants.

'I can't seem to find the right time,' she mumbled.

'Doesn't matter. Newt should know he's going to be a father,' I said.

It really was getting ridiculous. Emma was almost two months pregnant and she still hadn't told Newt.

'Look, I've known Newt since as long as I can remember,' I said quietly. 'I'm telling you he'll be nothing but happy.'

Emma took a deep breath and nodded.

'Okay, okay. I'm going to tell him soon.'

'Have you told anyone else?' I asked.

'Teresa,' she said. 'She thinks I should tell him too. I was going to tell Lizzy, but when I called her I think she was at a party or something because there was really loud music playing in the background.'

I nodded. Lizzy had moved to Hollywood last month. She had always wanted to be an actress and she had just gotten the role for a movie about a girl called Brie who is a geek at first and then becomes a superstar or something - some teeny rubbish like that. It was being filmed in Hollywood. We were all really happy for her. Also I was kind of glad she left, she'd been acting so weird since that kiss.

We heard a door open. Newt was home. I looked at Emma with an are-you-going-to-tell-him-now look and she responded with a no-freaking-way look. I shook my head, patted her shoulder and got up to talk to Newt. I walked through to the kitchen where Newt was standing behind the bench and looking down at it.

'You okay buddy?' I asked, sitting down on a red stool on the other side of the bench.

Newt looked me in the eyes, but I couldn't quite read his expression.

'She's starting to show,' he said softly.

I sighed. I didn't think Emma could hide it from Newt much longer.

'You know?'

'Of course I know,' Newt spat. 'I'm not a bloody idiot.'

'Hey, calm down man,' I said, Newt's face had gone bright red.

'Why won't she just tell me? What is she, scared of me? Thinks I'll yell at her? Thinks I'll take it badly?' Newt slammed his elbows down on the bench and put his head in his hands. 'I thought she knew me better than that.'

I sat silently. I didn't know what to say.

'I'm the father, right?' Newt raises his eyebrows.

That was my moment to talk.

'Wha- of course you're the father!' I blurt out. 'How could you think for a second that you're not?'

'Maybe because she's not telling me I'm the bloody father, Minho!' Newt raised his voice. I told him to be quiet, Emma could be listening in.

Newt shook his head, and tears started flowing down his cheeks. I'd only ever seen Newt cry twice before. Once when we were six and Lizzy broke his favourite toy truck, and once when we were twelve and he broke his collarbone. But this was a different sort of crying. He was in a different kind of pain.

I got up from my seat and gave him an awkward hug. I couldn't think of anything else to do. He slapped me on the back after a while and broke away.

'You should confront her, Newt,' I told him.

'I want to see if she tells me first.'

'Newt, she's absolutely terrified. And she's just worried that you're going to be terrified too. You need to make the first move. If you go up to her, tell her you know, tell her you're happy, that would be so good for her,' I assured him. 'You are happy right?'

'Oh yeah, yeah I'm happy. Not happy that she's hiding it, but happy all the same,' Newt offered me a weak smile.

'Go tell her now,' I suggested.

Newt nodded, wiped away his tears and took off towards his and Emma's room. Thank God, they were finally sorting this out.

Then for some random reason, I thought of Lindsay. I hadn't thought of Lindsay in a while. With a pang I realised how much I missed her. I sat back down and pictured her perfect face in my mind.

'Please come back to me, Lindsay,' I whispered to no one.