Chapter Fifty Five

The weeks rolled by. Slowly. Harry and I made steady progress. Harry's psychiatric sessions had ended as the clinicians were pleased with how well and how suddenly he had recovered from his PST and soon, he was well enough to be discharged. I had told him that I had removed mine and George's possessions from his house, and although he was surprised and saddened to hear this news, he understood my reasons and he made arrangements for our stuff to be transported back up again so that I could sort it all out when I was well enough to come home as well.

He came to visit me everyday and soon I was well enough for him to take me out for "walks" around the grounds in my wheelchair. I hated being stuck indoors and it was a lovely Autumn; cold but dry and I was starting to go a little crazy being confined to my hospital room all the time.

As the weeks passed, I became more and more aware of the little life growing inside of me and knew that before too much longer, it would become obvious to those around me as well. Having made up my mind to keep the baby, the doctors insisted that I had regular scans to check that all was well with the baby, following its rather traumatic start in life.

During one of our afternoon strolls, Harry parked my wheelchair next to a bench and sat down. We looked at the view over the outskirts of London and chatted. Suddenly, a nurse making her way over to us, accompanied by Danny and Tom, called over to us. She reached us and after we had greeted them, the nurse said. "The police are here to see you again, Mr Judd". She turned and walked away, wrapping her cardigan around her, as it was getting quite chilly.

"Ok, we'll head back in," said Harry.
"I think they want to talk to you alone," said Tom.
"I'll push roller-girl round the block and then catch you up!" said Danny. Tom and Harry headed off in front of us. Danny was still chuckling at his joke, when I realised I had to tell him. I turned to him and said, "Danny, can we just hang on a minute. I need to talk to you about something."
"Ok" said Danny, a little taken aback. "What's this about?" He walked around to the front of the chair and said "What is it, Alex?"
Suddenly, I didn't quite know what to say. "Danny, I'm pregnant!" I said.

Danny gaped at me. "Wh…wh…what? Really?" He spun around and put his hands on his hips.
I knew he wouldn't be best pleased, but I had to tell someone and I felt he had a right to know. He turned back around to face me. "Is…is it mine?"
"I don't know!" I said. "It…it could be…" my voice tailed off as I began to cry.
"Oh God, Alex, I'm sorry" he said, rushing forwards and crouching down in front of me. "I'm sorry! That was a really bad reaction! It's just, just a little unexpected, you know?!"
"Tell me about it!" I said, laughing in spite of everything.

"Does Harry know?" he asked, seriously.
"Not yet" I replied. "I thought I should tell you first!"
"Why?" he asked. "It's much more likely to be his than mine! We only did it once and you guys were at it like rabbits! Bet you're getting proper frustrated, stuck in that chair!"
"Not helpful, Danny" I said, punching him on the arm.
"Ow!" he said, rubbing his arm in mock pain. "Sorry" he apologised again. "So what are you going to do?"
"Well, I'm keeping it, but I thought you should know so that we can sort out its paternity when it's born."
"See if it comes out with curly hair, you mean?" he said, jokingly.
"Something like that" I replied. "But seriously, Danny, I thought you should know, but for God's sake don't tell anyone you know I'm pregnant or that it could be yours!"
"Don't worry!" he replied. "I have no intention of doing either of those! How far along are you?"
"About twelve weeks and I'm going to tell Harry today as well and he has no reason to suspect it isn't his, for the time being. Once the baby is born, we can have a paternity test done in secret and as long as it's his, he need never know anything about 'us'".

"And if it isn't Harry's…" Danny asked.
"Then, then we'll cross that bridge if we come to it!" I said.
"Got this all planned out, haven't you!" said Danny. He was right, and I sounded like a proper conniving so-and-so, but I knew that wasn't how he meant it. It was how I felt though. I despised deception and lies, but I felt that telling the whole truth could cause more hurt, possibly for no reason.
"I've had a lot of time to think about it!" I replied simply.

We arrived back inside just as the police were leaving. Harry told us later what had been said.
"They've finished their forensic examination of both our cars," he said, looking over at me "and they've found that both cars had all their brake lines tampered with. Both had been cut with a sharp blade of some kind, but not all the way through, so it was a ticking time bomb as to when the brakes failed."
"So it was definitely sabotage then?" I said, looking at him in horror.
"I'm afraid so" said Harry, looking grim. "And it appears that the brake lines had been cut by the same blade on both cars."
"Meaning it was the same person?" asked Tom.
"Likely, but not definitely" replied Harry. "It could have been different people using the same blade".
"So what happens now?" I asked.
"They've asked me to come up with a list of anyone who has ever threatened either of us, seriously, or who might hold a grudge against us, together with reasons. They say they have already questioned a couple of people their enquiries threw up, but they need to spread the net wider."
"Well, we're always getting inappropriate messages from fans, from all over the world, but not death threats!" said Tom.
"Yeah" agreed Danny. "It wouldn't be a fan. They usually want to get in your pants, not kill you!"

After a while, Tom and Danny got up and left us to it. I was still processing the news that I had to make a list of anyone I thought could wish harm on Harry or myself. We chatted for a little while and both came up with a few names. Hardly any of them knew both of us, so why would they want us both dead?

I was starting to feel a bit tired, from the fresh air and the exertion of recalling the names of my enemies, so Harry helped me back into bed. As he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I knew I had to tell him. I looked up at him. "Harry," I said suddenly. "I…I'm pregnant!"
Harry opened his mouth, closed it again, frowned and looked away. "Oh no!" I thought to myself, "He's angry". I looked away, tears pricking the back of my eyelids.
"Pregnant?" he said, taking my hand. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes" I replied, turning back to him, not able to stop the tears from escaping from my eyes. "Very sure."
"That's…that's wonderful!" he said, taking both my hands in his. "Wonderful!" he reached up to my face and brushed a tear from my cheek. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I didn't know how you'd react!" I said, honestly.
"You should have known I'd react like this!" he replied. "I mean, obviously it's a shock and I kind of thought it would be a while before we had kids, but we've already got George, and it would be great for him to have a little brother or sister!" He placed his hands gently on my stomach and leant his head in.
"Hey little one," he whispered. "I'm gonna be your Daddy!"

I gently rested my hands on his head and stroked it. His hair was growing back, but still felt rough, like Velcro. I liked the feeling! Harry raised his head up and kissed me. "Congratulations, Mummy" he said and then sat back down on the bed.

He exhaled sharply and said "Woo! I never expected that when I came here today!"
"Me either" I agreed.
"We should get married," he said, suddenly, turning to me, excitement evident on his face. "As soon as you're well enough to!"
"Ok" I said, laughing at his excitement. "What's the rush?"
"I want this baby to be born a Judd and not a Jones!" he replied.

I smiled at him. "You and me both, Harry" I thought. "You and me both!"