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For whoever it was who asked, Mia, Lily, Tina, etc are all around 25-26. Michael is a couple of years older. Dane is twelve.
Chapter 7
Tuesday 14th April: 4:30 pm: Plaza
I truly cannot believe this. I am pregnant. With child.
Michael's child…
After we looked at the results Mom sort of stared at me. I was totally in shock and she said,
"Mia? Are you ok?"
"Y-yeah. Mom, I'm pregnant."
"I know. What are you going to do?"
"Do?" I asked, feeling all shocked.
"Yeah, do. Are you going to keep the baby?"
"Of course. I couldn't have an abortion or anything."
"Then… you have to tell Michael."
"What? No! Not yet, anyway. I still need to adjust to this. Oh my god. I'm pregnant." I said, totally out of it. Lars came in, looking very smug. He'd obviously just won another game. He took one look at me and asked,
"What's wrong?"
"Lars… I'm pregnant." He stared at me. Then he asked,
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I took three tests. All of them are positive."
"This is so…" He couldn't finish his sentence. Mom looked at her watch.
"Oh God, Mia, I have to run. I'm opening a gallery in an hour. I'll come back ASAP."
"No, it's ok. Have fun." I said. Mom smiled, and left.
Lars was still staring at me. I frowned.
"What?"
"I just can't believe it! Congratulations, I guess."
"Yeah… I guess so."
"Are you going to tell Michael?"
"I'll have to. God, Lars, what am I going to say?"
"I don't know. I've never been pregnant."
"I could do without the jokes right now."
"Who says I was joking? When are you next seeing him?"
"Tonight. But Tina and Lilly and her family are coming over in about an hour. Lars, I don't know what to do."
I looked at him. I was truly at a blank. As if my life wasn't screwed up enough at the moment, this had to go and happen. Great. Lars put an arm around me and hugged me tightly.
"Don't worry about it."
"Lars, if the press get hold of this, I am dead. There is no way out of this!"
"They won't get hold of it. As long as a certain blonde, smug prince doesn't get hold of it first."
"There is no way one earth he is knowing about this." I said.
8:30: Plaza, of course.
I told Lilly and Tina.
I was talking to them and then Boris and Michelle went downstairs to get some ice cream and I looked at Lilly and Tina.
"I have something to tell you guys."
"What is it?" Tina asked. Lilly was looking sort of suspicious. I took a deep breath, and said it REAL quickly.
"I'mpregnant."
They both kinda gave me this blank look and Lilly said,
"Now trying breathing between words."
"I'm… I'm pregnant." I whispered. Tina squealed and hugged me tightly.
"Oh Mia! That's so exciting! Are you and Michael going to get married? Oh, can I be a bridesmaid?"
"Well, I kinda haven't told him yet." I said, walking over to the window, to let some fresh air in. Lilly exploded then.
"You haven't told him? GAWD MIA! When are you going to?"
"ASAP. Hey, I only found out this morning! Mom suspected something so she made me take some tests."
"Have you called him yet?"
"No. I was going to later, and ask him to come over."
"Mia, you have to tell him now. You're leaving the country on Sunday!"
"OK! I'll call him, and ask him to come over."
So I grabbed the phone and dialled his mobile number.
"Michael speaking."
"Hey, it's me." I said nervously. He said,
"Mia! Are you ok?"
"Um… yeah. I need you to come over. As soon as possible."
"Um, ok. I'll come straight over."
And then, an hour later, there he was. He smiled and Lilly and Tina left. Michael sat on the bed and grinned at me.
"What's up?"
"Michael… I… um… well, the thing is… I'm…"
"Mia, just say it."
"We're… we're having a baby." I said.
Total silence.
"W-what?" He stuttered. I swallowed.
"Baby. You. Me. Having."
"I don't believe this…" He said, running a hand through his hair. I sat down on the bed, feeling tearful.
"I know. I only found out this morning."
"Mia… I have to… I'll call, ok?"
"Where are you going?" I asked, kinda hysterically.
"I need to think about this. I'll call." He said, before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.
And I just burst into tears. Now I am lying here in bed, still crying. For my love has departed me, and my soul has been shredded. He still hasn't called. Lilly is furious with him. I'm going to go to sleep now.
Wednesday 14th April: 10:42 – Plaza
He still hasn't called.
I don't even know where he is. No one has seen him. Not Lilly, not the doctors' Moscovitz.
What am I going to do? Lars keeps telling me not to worry, because this is Michael. Michael who always sticks with me.
If he always sticks with me, where is he now?
Mom and Mr G have totally given me their support, and Danae can't wait to have a niece or nephew around. They're prepared for this, they're ready.
But I'm not. This is a total nightmare! What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't know. I really want to talk to him. I have to talk to him. We're both responsible for this! Why isn't he helping, for God's sake????!!!!
Oh yeah. Because I can't find him.
Sebastiano and Vigo don't know. I'm not going to tell them either. It's not exactly got anything do with them. They're making more plans for the Ball. They're getting really nervous, since it's only two days away.
I'm scared. I'm actually scared. Terrified. I have this tiny little person growing inside of me and I don't know what to do about it.
Lilly's just arrived. I'll write more later.
Plaza still – 12:13Lilly was totally supportive. She'd arrived with a whole load of pamphlets and magazines and books and stuff on pregnancy. I think Lars got a bit freaked out by all the pictures of wombs and stuff, because he went to play chess. I asked her if she'd seen Michael and she got this grouchy kinda look and said she hadn't.
"When I get my hands on him…" she said fiercely. I held up a hand.
"Lilly, please don't leave my child fatherless."
"He has no right to do this to you! God, it wasn't as if he didn't donate something for it."
"I know but…"
And then I had to stop, because I was crying. Full on howling, sobbing, flailing of limbs. And Lilly was amazing. She just sat there and hugged me, while I dribbled and wept all over her shirt.
"We're going to find him, Mia. He probably just needs time to think."
"I'm the one carrying it! How comes he needs so much time to think about it?" I asked. Lilly shrugged and just held me.
As I stopped crying, she wiped my eyes with a Kleenex and asked,
"Do you want anything? Weird cravings?"
"No…did you get cravings with Michelle?"
"Sure! I couldn't stop eating oranges. And after that it was baked beans. Then oranges with baked beans. And then I moved onto instant soup. I drank at least three boxes a day."
Then I felt sick, and had to run to the bathroom.
Thursday 15th April: Plaza: 10 24 am.
He still hasn't called.
12:54
Still no word. The ball is tomorrow and he hasn't even called. I'm still vomiting all over the place. Mom told that morning sickness goes on for about three months. I've had it for about three days.
I want to die.
No, not really. Part of me is mega depressed that Michael is gone. Another part is angry that Michael is gone. Another part is happy because I'm going to have a baby. Another part of me is terrified because I'm having a baby.
There's someone at the door. Gotta go.
1: 17 pm.
He's here! He's in the bathroom right now! Here's what happened.
I opened the door and Michael was standing there, looking kind of embarrassed. He asked,
"Can I come in?"
"Sure." I said, feeling strangely calm. He came in, and stood around, looking kind of awkward. Then he asked,
"Can I talk to you?"
"Where have you been?" I asked him, the calm turning rapidly into anger. He stuttered but I interrupted,
"For God's sake! What the hell is wrong with you? I tell you I'm pregnant and you run out of here faster than Roger Bannister!"
(A/N: Roger Bannister is the guy who ran a mile in 4 minutes. At least I think that's his name.)
Michael was kind of staring at me, looking really shocked as I carried on screaming at him. As I finished screaming at him he just kept looking at me.
"Please say something." I asked desperately. It was then I realised I was crying. My cheeks were all wet and I was trying to wipe them dry but failing. Then Michael asked,
"Can I please use the bathroom?"
And I nodded. I just nodded. He's still in there.
4:30 pm: Plaza.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, when Michael came out of the bathroom I had this huge speech prepared about what we should do. But all he did was take my hand and say this.
"Marry me?"
He proposed to me. I must have gone into some kind of shock because he said,
"Mia, I love you more than anything. And when I left yesterday I felt terrible. I couldn't believe what was happening and that I'd just left you. I know that when the Press find out you'll be under pressure, and it's my fault. So I went to get this."
And he pulls this gorgeous ring out of his pocket. I swear I have never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. It was gold with these three diamonds on top. Michael smiled and said,
"We're going to have a baby. And I want it to have the best life that we can give it. Because whatever is coming our way, we can face if we're together. So will you marry me?"
"Yes."
I said yes. I am engaged to Michael Moscovitz. He's just gone to find Lars, because we want to go for a walk. I'm not feeling very sick at the moment. I'm too excited! We called Mom and Mr G. They're coming over to dinner with us tonight, and Danae's coming too. The Dr's Moscovitz, Lilly, Boris, Michelle, Tina and David are coming too. I can't wait.
Michael's back, with Lars.
Manhattan Hospital: 6:15 pmHi. This is Lilly Moscovitz. I'm going to put this paper inside Mia's diary. I know how much she likes writing in her diary, so I'm going to update it for now. But I swear that I will not look, tempting as it is.
The reason that I'm writing and Mia isn't is this. Mia has had an accident. It happened about an hour ago. She and Michael were walking to Central Park when they met Rene on the street. They were planning to avoid him, but he started to yell at them. He'd found out about them getting engaged. He'd always wanted to marry Mia, and get onto the Throne of Genovia.
I'm not exactly sure what happened, and Michael's in no fit state to tell me right now. Lars is unconscious. I'll come to that in a minute. Rene threw a punch at Michael's head, but Michael managed to avoid it. Lars stepped in but Francois, Rene's bodyguard, threw out his arm. Lars stumbled and fell, banging his head on the sidewalk. He was knocked unconscious straight away.
Meanwhile, Michael and René were having this huge fight. Mia was trying to stop them, but they were so caught up in their primitive fighting they didn't listen to her. Then René punched Michael really hard, in the face. He stumbled backwards, into the road. A bus was coming down the road, and it didn't have time to brake. But it didn't hit Michael. It hit Mia. She did something stupidly heroic.
She ran forward, shoved Michael out of the way, and got hit. René was in total shock. He ran away, Francois following him. Some passer-by called an ambulance and took all three to hospital. Michael is sitting opposite me now. He's been crying. I can't say I blame him. Lars is going to be OK.
But Mia's currently in surgery. They rushed her in straight away. Her family are here, waiting for news with Michael. He told me about the engagement. Mia just has to get better. She missed my wedding, there is no way I'm letting her miss her own.
Get better Mia. Come back.
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Lotsa luv 'n' huggles
Katie.