Unexpected turn of events (the script, Glen Power fanfiction)

Chapter 23

"Yes, Glen I'm pregnant again. And when it should be the happiest moment. Instead, it's the most horrible one cause I just found out that the father of my soon to be two children is cheating on me." she told him as she pulled her arm away from his hand and stormed out of her house leaving a stunned Glen behind.

"I'm going to be a dad again," he whispered to himself as he looked at the front door Kate had just run out of. "Fuck," he called out as he wanted to go and run after her but Arthur was still asleep upstairs.

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Kate just walked out of the house. She couldn't handle looking at Glen right now. To imagine that he'd been with another woman, that he'd done to them what he did to her when they were together. She headed for the park behind her house. It wasn't completely daylight just yet but she couldn't handle any of this any more. She was pregnant with Glen's second child, they should be happy, celebrating. Instead, she was wondering the London streets when it was only twilight. Tears were streaming down her face as she sat down on a small bench. Her knees pulled up to her chest as she rested her hand against her still flat stomach.

All these years she'd imagined Glen being there when she was pregnant the first time. To have him there throughout it all but she couldn't handle this in this way.

resting her forehead against her knees she ignored the small chill around her but she couldn't go home. She couldn't go and see Catherine or Will or Harry. they were busy with their newborn baby and the upcoming wedding. And they'd kill Glen for getting her pregnant and then cheating on her.

Glen was sat at home the realisation of him being a dad again settling in. He wanted to celebrate and make love to the woman he loved. They'd made another baby, but she was somewhere in London. He didn't know where he knew she'd left on foot cause her car keys were still on the hook by the door. Slowly as daylight became permanent Arthur came down the stairs.

"daddy where is mummy?" Arthur asked him as he walked up to him and crawled in his lap. "I don't know bud," Glen told him with a tearful and emotional voice as he wrapped his arms around his son. "Has she gone away?" Arthur asked him with a tearful look as he looked up at his dad.

"She went for a walk bud, she should be back soon. How about I make you some pancakes," he told him, not wanting to dwell on where Kate might be. But as morning made way for noon he was getting more and more concerned. He couldn't call William or Harry they'd kill him if he even mentioned that Kate was under the assumption that he was cheating. He couldn't call any of her friends or family and they were so protective of Kate. Deciding to call Mark he was at Kate's house under 20 minutes. "What happened?" Mark asked him as he looked at Arthur drawing at his small desk.

"Someone took pictures of when the girls kissed me and sent them to Kate this week. Then the three girls I slept with before her. God Mark, they took pictures and sent them to her as well and made it look like I slept with them during the tour now. Kate thinks I've cheated on her, I'd never cheat on her." Glen called out as he ran his hands through his hair in a desperate manner. "Did you try to explain it?" Mark asked him, he couldn't imagine how bad it must look like to get those pictures when he was gone all the time.

"I tried but she slapped me," Glen told him as he tilted his head to the side to emphasize what he was saying. "Mark she's pregnant," Glen told him as a smile grew on his face. "Weren't you using protection?" Mark wondered, he didn't think they'd be starting with any more children so soon. they'd only helped him pick out a ring last week. He was going to ask Harry and William so he could ask her to marry him at the wedding of her brother.

He'd already called her grandfather and he'd given his blessing. "She was on the depo shot, it must have failed," Glen said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Mark you have to help me find her," Glen told him in a desperate manner as the clock got later and later.