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"Dad!" I ran into his arms.

"What happened?" Danny said from behind me.

"She collapsed on the kitchen floor."

"Is she okay?" I ask adjusting myself.

"She's stable. She woke up about an hour ago for 5 minutes."

We nod, then walk into the room. There laid my mom on the hospital bed fast asleep with the only sound being her heart on the monitor.

We all walk to her side. I grab her hand gently and stroke it. As I did that, her eyes fluttered open.

"Hi mom." I said with a small smile on my face.

"Hey sweet cheeks." She said weakly with a smile.

"Hey mom." Danny said grabbing her other hand.

"Hi my love."

"How are you feeling?" Danny asks.

"I'm okay."

I knew she was lying. She must be in so much pain at the moment, but I know she doesn't want to put us down by telling us that.

"Hi Lori." Quinn said standing beside Danny.

"Hey Quinn. How are you and the baby?" My mom asks.

"We're doing well." She said placing a hand on her now fuller stomach.

"Do you guys know what your going to name her?"

Quinn shakes her head. "Not yet."

My mom nods. Her eyes were so droopy. You could tell that she was tired.

"Mom, why don't you rest for a little while." I say rubbing her shoulder.

"Where's Rosie?"

"She's with Harry." I answer.

"Here?"

"No, back in LA. If you want I can go get her."

My mom nods. "If you don't mind."

I shook my head. "Not at all mom."

I went out to the hall to call Harry.

"Hey Em." He answered on the third ring.

"Hey Harry." I paced down the hall.

"How's your mom doing?"

"She's okay right now. She's strong." I answer.]

"That's okay. Send her my love. Um look Em, don't get mad."

I stopped pacing."What happened?"

"I think a pap saw me and Rosie."

I was so angry when I heard this. I wanted to keep Rosie out of the spotlight. "What the fuck Harry! You were supposed to be careful!" I yelled into the phone.

"Yeah I know. I think a pap followed me to your apartment, and took a picture of me leaving."

"Oh my god." I run my hand through my hair. "What are we going to do?"

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