The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Cradling Katy in my arms as George and I finished off watching the end of the movie that we had been trying to watch all afternoon, I looked down at her sleeping on my bump and smiled. She still had no idea that in just a few months she would be a big sister to two little brothers or two little sisters or a little brother and a little sister. Even if we ended up telling her now, she was still too young to fully understand it. It would change everything. She was so used to being the only child and being spoilt rotten by everyone because she was the only child and in just under six months she would have to share all the attention with two little strangers. George and I would be shattered all the time from dealing with two newborns who depended on us entirely. Mum warned me that Katy might get jealous that George and I would have two babies to contend with as well as her but I didn't think Katy would be the type to get jealous. But nobody really knew how everything was going to turn out. In my head, I imagined that Katy would help me in any way she could - not by doing the night feeds or babysitting them while I took a shower or nap, I mean by behaving so we could pay attention to the twins when they needed us or by sharing her toys with her baby siblings. But until then, Katy was my only baby and I was going to enjoy every single moment I had left with her being an only child. 

"We need to tell her before someone else tells her," George whispered as we both looked at Katy as she slept with her head on my stomach. 

Part of me wanted to tell her so she could get excited with me over the twins' upcoming arrival and could help me choose out baby clothes and do all the things I did when I was waiting for her to make an appearance, but part of me also wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible so I could cherish Katy as she was now. God only knows how she was going to react. I know if I had to be told I was going to have not one but two baby siblings at her age, I'd have disowned both my parents and relocated to Neverland. 

"I know," I reluctantly sighed.

"But when?" George asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Can we give it a few more weeks yet?" 

George looked at me. I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't agree with my suggestion of prolonging the wait. "I know you don't want to tell her yet but the longer we give her, the longer she has to get used to the idea." 

I knew George was right but that didn't stop me from thinking of all the reasons why he was wrong too. 

"Sammy, we need to tell her today."

I nodded, hoping that agreeing with George would make him drop the matter. “I was thinking about booking a little break away somewhere for a few days since you’ve got a bit of time off and I don’t have to have the album finished by January.” 

“Sammy, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What?” 

“I know what you’re trying to do. You think that if you change the conversation subject, we won’t have to tell her, but we have to tell her. We have to tell her today.”

Hesitantly, I nodded. That didn’t stop me from trying again with my conversation subject changing tactic. “I’m going to go shopping tomorrow in the morning. Is there anything we need? I was thinking we could do a proper family meal in a few weeks.”

“That sounds great,” George smiled. “We can tell everyone together then. I know my parents know and your parents know but it’d be better to tell them all together than having them find out through the media.” 

I groaned silently to myself as the conversation went back to telling people about our news. There really was no escaping it anymore. It was obvious I was just going have to give in and tell everyone. I knew it was inevitable but I liked it being our secret now. I’d grown to love dressing up to hide my baby bump and I loved the fact people weren’t fussing over what I was doing or if I needed any help with carrying something. That was one thing that I couldn’t stand when I was pregnant with Katy and the majority of people that we knew already knew our news. I wasn’t able to do things by myself as people kept telling me I shouldn't be doing certain things, especially in my ‘condition’. My independence had gone. I didn’t want that this time.