Love, Rosie Page #4

believe in all that, but I can't!

Oh, I had it all sussed!

Move to Boston, study, get a great job,

at 27, come back and open a hotel.

Then get married and have kids.

Wow. A whole life in bullet points.

Yeah, well now, it's pregnant,

have sprog, full-time mother,

wave goodbye to career, live off

benefits, grow fat, lose hair.

Yeah. You might as well

just kill yourself now.

I can sort the drugs.

Look. There's loads of people out there

that want a kid that can't have one.

Give it away.

I could still move to Boston.

I can apply to college again,

or get a job. I don't care.

So it would all be the

same, just six months later.

I don't even need to tell Alex,

I could just think of an excuse.

Whoa. That's major denial, babe.

Yeah.

I just happen to think

it's the way to go.

Who's that? Alex.

Have you told him yet?

I'm sending him my

arrival time in Boston.

That's all he needs to know.

Oh. All this fibbing is

gonna catch up with you, girl.

Whoa!

The way that thing burst out of her.

That might happen to you! It might.

Her whole belly will erupt.

Blood and guts.

And this freakish alien will

leap out and bite your head off!

Stop it, the pair of you!

Pregnancy is a sacred thing!

It can't hear us. Yes, it can!

And don't refer to it as "it. "

It's a girl if you must know.

You found out?

I asked at the last scan.

I thought I should tell the social

worker so he can start his plans.

A girl! What about names?

No, um, I'll let the new parents decide.

- Give us a peek.

- Hey!

A woman's body doesn't become public

property just because she is pregnant.

Be my guest.

Look at that!

Oh, my God!

She's got hiccups!

Little thing's got hiccups!

Oh, bless!

Whatever.

Baby, can you hear me?

Try holding your breath like this.

There you are, Katie girl!

That's probably not going

to be your name, okay?

It's coming! Towels! Hot water!

- Where's the midwife?

- I don't know!

Come in now!

Come on!

Come on! Midwife's here!

Let's go! As quick as you like!

She's just right down the hallway.

All right, okay, breathe, breathe!

Get out!

Breathe, breathe, everything

is going to be all right!

Being a girl sucks! Yeah.

Oh.

Hello.

That'll be the social worker.

Would you like to hold her?

Or should I bring her

straight downstairs?

Katie.

Sweet little Katie.

I promise, Katie,

I'm going to be a good Mommy.

Katie.

Katie. Shh...

It's gonna be okay.

Please. Katie, it's gonna be okay!

Shh...

My life's over, Dad!

Wait 'til you become a grandparent.

Katie, Katie. Shh.

Shh.

You know, I still

remember the drive back

from the hospital when you were born.

You screamed blue murder,

the whole bloody journey.

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