Life After High School. Is It Scary? You Bet.

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: I look into the mirror of Erised® and I see myself owning the LOTR Characters. If you don't know what the mirror of Erised is, I suggest you read Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone (Sorcerers Stone).

Summary: Gee, let me think. Nah can't tell ya.

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(Emma's POV)

Everyone was really glad that I was back, Billee especially. I gathered that he had been having some problems with Elladan and Elrohir. Apparently the twins didn't think much of their new brothers and made no real secret of it. Elrond hadn't noticed and Billee had told no one except Legolas. When I heard, I felt guilty for going away and leaving him to cope on his own, but he assured me that, apart from being a little depressed, he was holding up fine.

Boromir was also pleased to be reunited with both Kane and me. As I watched him with Kane on our first day at home, I believed that I had made the right choice, at least for Kane. But that did not stop me feeling sick as he tried to kiss me. When he asked what the matter was, I told him that I was just tired. He was very understanding, even offering to take Kane so that I could go back to Bag End and get some rest. I declined and then broke the news that I wanted to marry him as soon as possible. As I expected, he was a little surprised, but thrilled all the same. I somehow believed that once I was married to Boromir, I would be able to forget about Damon. That's what I was hoping anyway.

Although we had not set a definite date, Jaime and I started making plans immediately. Or should I say Jaime made most of the plans. She was far more excited about the wedding than I could even pretend to be. She did most of the planning and organising and I just went along with it, giving a half-hearted suggestion here and there. If anyone asked what was wrong, I just said that it was wedding nerves. It wasn't a lie, not really. I was nervous, so nervous in fact that I started throwing up in the mornings. Since I got up much earlier than anyone else, in order to avoid sharing a bed with Boromir for longer than I had to, no one found out for a couple of weeks. Until one morning Billee got up and found me throwing up. When I had finished, he took me downstairs and made me a drink, before suddenly turning very serious.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked. I shrugged.

"A couple of weeks" I replied. "Since I came back, I guess. I figure it's wedding nerves."

"No I think it could be more than that," Billee said quietly. "Emma, I know this is pretty unlikely, but do you think there is any chance that you could be…pregnant."

"No way" I said quickly. A little too quickly. "They gave me that operation after Kane was born. Remember? So I wouldn't have any more children."

"I know" Billee said quietly. "But although it is very reliable, there is still a small chance it could fail. Benny told me that himself and he knows what he's talking about. I think you should go and have a check-up. Just in case."

"Billee" I reached across and took his hand. "I'll do it. But I want you to do two things for me."

"Anything."

"First, I want you to come with me. And second, I don't want you to mention this to anyone, not even Legolas. Because if I am pregnant, Billee, I am in one hell of a mess."

"Want to tell me about it?" he asked gently. "You can trust me, you know that."

"I've been sleeping with Damon," I blurted out. "Since Christmas. And I haven't slept with Boromir since Kane was born. So if I am pregnant, Boromir is going to know that it isn't his."

"Shit"

"I know. And now I've made the decision to marry Boromir, for Kane's sake, and stop seeing Damon. But this will spoil everything."

"I think the most important thing is to find out if you are pregnant before we start panicking" Billee pointed out logically. "Because we may be worrying about nothing. If you aren't, then we have nothing to worry about. If you are, well then we are in trouble. But let's find out first, okay?"

"Okay." I agreed. "I'll make an appointment as soon as possible. Thanks Billee."

The doctor told me that he could see me in three days time. Billee and I slipped out, telling the others that we were going for a walk. No one had any reason to suspect anything. We were able to go in almost immediately and he asked me some questions and then did a scan. Then gave me the answer I had been dreading. The operation had failed. I was in big trouble.

The doctor must have seen that I was shocked, because instead of warning me about the dangers and so on, he told me to take some time to think about what I wanted to do and come back and see him in a week or so.

When we got outside, Billee put his arm around me and we started to walk home. I was in a daze, I couldn't think straight.

"What am I going to do?" I asked him. "How can I explain this?"

"Don't say anything," Billee said immediately. "I won't mention it to anyone and hopefully no one will guess. After all, according to them, you can't have any more kids. Then a couple of months after you get married, tell Boromir that you got drunk one night while you were away, that it was a one-off, a mistake. You know that he'll forgive you."

"Perhaps" I agreed. I needed more time to think about it. This changed a lot of things and I didn't want to rush into any decisions. Unfortunately as soon as we got back, Jaime was waiting for us, a big smile on her face.

"It's all arranged," she said happily. "You are really getting married, Emma. Two weeks today. Boromir sorted it this afternoon."

I forced a smile as I looked at Billee, who looked very worried. There was nothing I could say, I had said that I wanted to get married as soon as possible and to back out now would look suspicious. So I accepted Jaime's hug, gave Boromir a kiss on the cheek and generally acted like I was looking forward to it. But deep down, I wasn't. Not one little bit…