"Poppy?" George asked me for what seemed to be the millionth time as I finally snapped out of my daze, looking down to him as he was sitting with Harry playing with toy cars the grass.
"Huh?" I asked him trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
"Whats wrong love?" He asked with a furrowed brow as he examined me.
"Nothing, you're just, really good with children." I nodded looking down as Harry played with his race cars beside George.
His lips curled up into a small coy smile.
"I am not a child." Harry frowned cutely crossing his arms with a huff.
"Erm, Mr. Harrison, George, may I have your autograph please?" Caroline asked as she emerged into the backyard from the back door of the house, clutching tightly onto a magazine with his face on it between the two of her hands with a pen.
"I'd love to." He nodded taking the pen from her and signing the magazine with a huge grin, mirroring Caroline's elated expression.
"Thank you so much, gosh this has to be one of the best days I've ever had." She exclaimed smiling at George, soon looking over to me.
"I'm so glad I've gotten to meet you." Caroline smiled genuinely, coming over and hugging me tightly.
"I'm glad I got to meet you too." I whispered warmly returning her hug.
George smiled watching the moment I was sharing with my newly found sister.
"Sing for us?" Harry asked George excitedly uncrossing his arms and tugging on his arm.
"Harry." Caroline hissed turning around to him scolding him.
"What song?" George asked Harry with a large smile that exposed his fang-like canine teeth.
"Can you sing "Do You Want to Know a Secret" please George?" Caroline begged excitedly clapping her hands together, her mood instantly changing once hearing George's willingness to sing for them.
George gave me a sideways glance with a smirk and my cheeks tinted with red at the choice of song.
"Sure." George nodded at Caroline.
"I'll go get the guitar!" She exclaimed with a squeal.
"She has good taste in songs." I bit my lip shaking my head.
George chuckled.
I became somber feeling my stomach churn watching his contented expression. I couldn't tell him about everything I was worrying about.
I don't know what I'd do with myself if I were to make him do something he wasn't ready to do. If I really was having a baby, I know George would feel obliged to marry me, but him and I both knew we weren't ready for marriage and children yet.
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I kept to myself for the rest of the day and I thought George had begun to notice. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought that I might be with child. I felt like it would ruin everything, I wasn't ready to be a mother and I knew for a fact George wasn't ready to be a father.
