Hiii you guys. Hope you're all doing well. I'm glad to see so many of you survived through new year. It's always a plus. So, replies to reviews at at the bottom. Sorry again I didn't do them for the last chapter. I may not have time to update after this until friday, as I have an exam. YAWN. I know. Anywhoo, on with the chapter,and to find out what Dougie's up to.
xo

Chapter Twenty Six

"Get off me!" I shrieked, hitting his arm with my free hand, hoping he would loose his grip on me, but to no avail. This side of Dougie was a tad un nerving.
Disturbing.
Scary.
He dragged me in to the make shift music studio he'd made out of one of the spare rooms.
He locked the door behind us.
What's he doing?
His grip on my wrist tightened.
I began to panic.
"Don't hurt me." I sobbed into his chest. "Please don't hurt me."
He sighed, releasing me immediately.
I watched, mute, as he walked over to a draw, opening it and pulling a small piece of card from it.
He handed it to me.

"I was in the ambulance with you. I was first at the hospital. They took you straight in for the ultrasound." He spoke quietly. "I was so relieved when I heard the heartbeat." I couldn't bring myself to say anything as I watched tears trickle quite effortlessly down his cheeks. "And then everything changed when they said they had to abort it. I had to sign the forms, allowing you to have the op." He brought his hand to his face, wiping away the droplets of water. "I know I don't show that I care, well, not in the best of ways. I know I'm a dick most of the time, and I'm sexist, age-ist, and anything else that offends you. But please don't think that I don't love you. Please don't end this because I'm an idiot. If anything, end it if you don't love me back, or ... or... because I'm responsible for what happened..."

"You weren't to know I was going to miscarriage." I snapped.
"No... I... It was my fault. Our baby was alive at the hospital, it was my signature that killed it. My signature on that fcking piece of paper." He almost yelled.
"I would have died if they didn't operate. I'm glad you signed the paper." I smiled slightly, speaking for the first time in ten minutes since he'd had his outburst. "And maybe it was a blessing in disguise."
"You mean it wasn't meant to be this time round." He looked up at me.

This time around?
How many more times did he think I was going to be pregnant?

"Yeah. I mean. I'm seventeen. I'm not going to be ready for kids for a while yet. You know?" I shrugged.

I noticed he looked a little disconcerted with what I'd just said.
I'm not ready for emotional baggage like a baby.
Really not.

"What are you getting Dougie?" Tom asked Danny, leaning over me in the backseat of the car.
I hate riding in the middle. I always manage to feel queasy.
Dad watched us suspiciously from the rear view mirror. Well, not me.
Mainly Danny.
We'd only just got the window and door handle repaired from the last trip to the TV studio.
"I don't know. The big Three Zero. It's a big day." Danny shrugged. "Gabrielle said I should get him something different than usual."
"Why? What do you usually get him?" I asked.
"Porn." The three men chorused. Gabrielle, who sat in the front of the car next to Dad simply tutted, whilst I snorted rather unattractively with laughter.
"He'll be making his own this year." Danny smirked, glancing at me for a split second.
The Cheek!
Not that it was far from the truth mind.
Dougie's birthday plans had been sorted.
He was having a quiet night in on his own.
While I was sleeping at Tiff's.
Which, as you know from many other occasions, means otherwise.

"When is his birthday?" I asked.
I honestly don't remember.
He doesn't like to talk about his age a lot.
It's cause he has a gorgeous super young girlfriend.
She acts like a twelve year old most of the time.
Have to wonder why he's attracted to me.
Kiddy Fiddler.

"Tomorrow." Tom replied.
"What? I thought it was next Friday!" Danny exclaimed. "Thanks a lot you guys."
"Dan, mate, fifteen years you've been buying him birthday presents and you still can't remember what day he gets them on?" Dad laughed.
"Well, I know it's on the 4th. Everyone knows that." Danny rolled his eyes.
"It's on the 30th!" Gabrielle coughed.

Gen: Awh don't worry babes. It'll all be clear now. Ahaha. You're addicted! Shocking!
crazededgefan: Nahh, he's not out to hurt her, intentionally anyway. He could do worse. Or is it that the worst is yet to come?
Londnchck: Yeah, but it just goes to show the trust that there actually is between father and daughter, or how much trust that both want there to be. Glad you like.
McFan of Dougie: Eeep. People often note that about my writing. I probably go in to too much depth where thoughts are concerned in other fics. This is quite mild lol. Thankyou. Means a lot.
Rockchick182101: Thankyou, love. Glad you like and yr still reading! xo
Ninavs2: Awwh, sweetie. Best cure for a hangover, I find is either quiche or lotsa pineapple or orange juice. Or, if you're hardcore, go for vinegar, it breaks all the acidy stuff up in your stomach. Bleurgh. lol. Awh, you just found it? I admire your patience reading through it all so far! Thankyou!
Zukielove: You were right hun, it was something completely innocent all the time. he just can't show it any other way. xo
littlemisscookie: Woah now! Someones verrrr involved in the storyline. Don't worry love. It's all gonna be okay in the end, maybe :P
Alexis Rage: More up above, love. :)