"Harry came home to see me in the hospital dad. I was very ill and Harry's trainer wouldn't let him leave to see me..." I paused. "so he quit and hopped on the first flight back to London."
"Oh baby, what were you ill with?" My mother exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically.
"Uh, well. I was..pregnant at them time....our baby had a rare disease and it was killing us." I took a deep breath and stared at Harry's hands as I spoke. "Our friend Louis drove me to the hospital when I began vomiting blood. They had to remove the baby or neither of us would survive" I muttered. A uneasy silence filled the room as I tried to compose myself and hold back the evil tears threatening to spill over. I refused to cry again.
"Well I'm glad you're alive. Dear lord I couldn't imagine life wi
