As I hung up, I realized that I was finally happy about this pregnancy. I rubbed my stomach and whispered a small hello.
Christmas came and went, and we told everyone at Christmas dinner. We saw no disappointment in anyone's faces. We smiled and entangled ourselves in a hug. All three of us.
May 7th, 1996
I gripped Dhani's hand so hard, I feared it may break.
"And he's here, Mr. Harrison and Ms. McCartney." The doctor handed him to me and I began bawling. He was the most beautiful little boy ever, and as he lay on my chest, breathing his first gulps of air, he opened his little eyes.
They were just as brown as his hair, and he looked just like his father.
"This is so unfair, Dhani," I complained . "I'm the one who put up with little Georgie's shenanigans for nearly nine months, and now he looks exactly like you. "
Dhani stuck his tongue out at me in response, but leaned in to kiss my forehead. "It just happens that way. I look just like my Dad, and he looks like his." Dhani smiled .
"I don't think you're mature enough to take care of him, Dhani," I teased. He went bright red and made grabby hands, signaling that he wanted the baby.
As I passed Georgie over, my parents came in. My mom promptly took George from Dhani, causing him to pout.
"Dhani boy, you'll get to see him plenty," I cooed.
" But they get to live with him until we're older, " Dhani whined. He was already enticed by our son, and I love them both more than life itself.
"Hi Georgie, I'm your GrandPaul..."
" He's not calling you that. " I snapped. My Dad's natural pout became more prominent and he looked up at me. "No, Dad." I scolded him. Mum giggled and Dhani bit his lip to keep quiet.
Uncle George and Aunt Olivia walked in and their expressions already poured love out to this baby.
"Louise, are you sure that this isn't just a Dhani clone?" George inquired.
"I asked you if I even had a part in Dhani's genes," Olivia mumbled.
Skip a few months
"Kids, we can't keep this from you any longer," Dad spoke solemnly . "Your Mum has cancer."
We sat in shock, and cried. We stayed and cried in the living room until the dead of night.
A few more months
" Dhani, we're sorry we had to hide this from you, but I'm sick. " George explained. "I have throat cancer."
I patted his shoulder and handed Georgie to his Dad. He cried into my shoulder for ages. I only wish he'd been there to comfort me when my parents told us.
April 17th, 1998
"Mum, you can't go. George won't remember his Granny." I sobbed .
"You and his granddaddy will make sure to tell him all about me, I just know it." She whispered . "I love you all, and I'll be smiling down from heaven"
November 29th, 2001
"Where are you going, Daddy?," George asked
" To visit Grandpa, " Dhani explained to a confused five year old.
He didn't come back until the next evening, his eyes red and puffy, paired with tear-stained cheeks. I pulled him to the couch and we hugged for a long night. He eventually fell asleep on my chest, leaving only a little space between him and my stomach.
