Every time you make a move

Doing all right, part 3

"It's just... back home, most young mothers have a reputation for being senseless and... all I want is the best for them." She put her hand on her mouth to muffle her sobs.

"Well," he giggled slightly. "I think you will find that wherever you may go, but easy... I don't think you're senseless. You are still with the daddy of the babies, and you have a lovely home..." he rubbed her back.

"But I eloped with a rockstar-well, moved in, I should really say," she wiped her tears. "And most people question if I know what it is that I am doing."

"I assume that you're following your gut the whole way through, am I right?" Phoebe whispered.

"Absolutely... If I didn't know what I was doing I'd stop immediately. But when I found out I was pregnant we'd been together for almost a year, it just felt so... well, aside from the misunderstanding it still felt so right."

"What misunderstanding?" Phoebe suddenly asked.

"Oh... did Freddie not ever tell you?"

The fact that Phoebe was new to such a story spoke volumes. As a personal assistant, Phoebe too knew that there were things about
Freddie not tell to people, but perhaps the were things that Freddie had chosen to hide from him.

"No... what happened?" He was a little more curious.

She sighed, hating when she had to recollect painful memories.

"Basically, we'd been talking about it here and there.. having a child, I mean. Then, I suspected that I was," her hand took hold of her other wrist uncomfortably as Phoebe listened, all ears. "Freddie had noticed that I was hiding something. I was away from home longer because I wanted to work more hours to earn more money for the baby... but he mistook that as me seeing somebody else."

"He never told me any of this!"

"To be honest, I don't blame him... because I don't think he has ever really forgave himself for the way he treated me after he saw me talking to a man at a club... it was the same day I found out I was pregnant actually."

"Did all hell break loose?" Phoebe asked.

She nodded silently, "...He was verbally abusive when we got home that night, I just had to ruin the surprise to shut him up... I ran to Deaky and Veronica's for refuge. Turns out that when I was asleep, John had telephoned Freddie to let him know of my whereabouts... he'd proposed to me that weekend after we'd made up and everything." She gently twisted her diamond ring on her finger. "...But I do think he feels that our engagement was overshadowed by the misunderstanding."

"...I know Freddie has a temper, but I-I won't ask for details." He finally responded, dumbfounded.

"I don't think he trusts himself as a father, Phoebe," she continued. "I tell him to follow his paternal instincts but he says his temper is too short... when he knows he's about to lose his patience, he panics and that's when he gets you or me to step in. All because of what happened that night. And that arsehole of a doctor didn't help either, those things are going to knock his confidence, you understand?"

"Of course I do, absolutely!" He assured her.

"Don't tell him anything about what I just told you... he can't know that you know about the misunderstanding, alright?" She pleaded, beginning to panic when she heard the door open in the distance.

A man in a white coat appeared with a team of nurses rushing behind him, wheeling a metal bed frame.

"Who's next on our list... Bulsara..?" He murmured, eyeing the clipboard schedule.