Three months. It's amazing what can happen. You become a wonderful writer, have adoring fans who love you, and you are 6 months pregnant and living in an apartment. Yup that was Emma Daley's life, now.
Emma sat down in her favorite chair and looked through the mail. Bills. Joy.
She put them on the table to be looked at later. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
Turning to any channel she saw something that caught her eye.
The anchorman began to speak. "Bad news for the Museum of Natural History, it caught fire last night. The night watchman has no idea how it began, we will keep you updated now to the weather..." Emma dropped the remote.
Trying her best to stand up which became difficult, every passing month. Finally she got up, though had to pause a moment to catch her breath.
Getting the phone she put in Larry's number, but paused then pressed enter.
After three rings Larry voice picked up.
"Hello?" Larry asked
"Larry its Emma," Emma said.
"Emma?! Oh my god. Where are you?!" Larry asked.
"I'm in London. What happened? How did that fire start? Is Octa---is everyone alright?" Emma asked.
"The cave guys started it, we're all fine." Larry stated, "You're in London?"
"Yes," Emma replied. There was a moment of silence, "How is...Octavius?"
Larry sighed, "Oh Emma he is a wreck without you."
Emma held her middle, "He is not thinking of..."
"Committing suicide?" Larry finished for her. "We don't think so, but he is not doing well."
Remaining silent, that was a relief for Emma. "How was the wedding?"
"Uh...Emma Jed was shot the wedding hasn't taken place yet. He's still in a coma," Larry said.
"What? Is Daisy okay?" Emma asked.
"Yes. But she has been a wreck with out Jed. She spends every waking moment by his side," Larry said.
"He's been in a coma for three months?" Emma asked.
"Yes but don't worry. He is getting better. Daisy said he is showing signs of waking up," Larry said.
Breathing heavily, "Larry..."
"Yes?" Larry replied, sensing the nervousness in her voice.
"D-Do you think..." Emma tried to get it out, but couldn't. "Could you...maybe come out to England?"
"What? Why?" Larry asked. "Are you in trouble?"
Emma's face turned a bright red, "Well Larry...I kind of am..."
"You should maybe sit down," Emma said.
"Why?" Larry asked, "Emma what's wrong?"
"Larry...I'm pregnant," Emma said.
"What?!" Larry asked.
"Now Larry don't go flying of the handle," Emma said.
"Why not? It's apparent now why you did run off," Larry said.
"Larry please calm down," Emma said.
"Who's the father?" Larry asked
"Octavius," Emma said after a moment of silence.
Larry remained silent; "Does Octavius know?" he asked trying to remain calm.
"I-I don't know Larry," Emma said.
"You don't know if he knows!?" Larry exclaimed.
Tearing up, "Larry...please I already feel horrible."
Guilt and sadness ran over Larry. "It'll be okay Emma."
"Please Larry just come and get me," Emma said, "But come alone."
"Alright. I'll be there probably tomorrow," Larry said.
"Okay bye Larry," Emma said.
"Bye Emma," Larry said.
Emma hung up the phone. She dug out the picture of her and Octavius. She cried softly.