"Emma." I feel my heart in my throat as in my throat.
Niall approaches her, but she steps away.
"Dad, what did Uncle Niall just say."
"Emma." I say getting up and walking towards her.
She gets up on the stairs trying to step away from both of us.
"Dad. What did he say."
Her voice was shaky, her blue eyes crystal pools about to overflow.
Niall turns to look at me, urging me to tell her.
"Your Uncle Niall said your mum was pregnant Emma."
"Oh." she says, releasing her heartbreak in one syllable.
"Emma, I wanted to tell you another way."
"No, dad. It's fine."
She gets down from the step and extends her arms to me, just like when she was little.
"Ems, nothing is going to change." I get on one knee so I can hug her to me tightly.
"I know." she says burrowing her head into my shoulder. Her blonde hair rubbed against my cheek as she refused to let go.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, princess." Niall says looking at both of us guiltily.
Emma turns to look at him and puts on a smile, "It's fine. I'm just happy mum isn't really sick."
"Really?" She pulls away from me and goes to hug Niall.
Niall looks at her face, tipping her chin towards him, "Then why are you having a cry then?"
"I'm happy." she says as tears still drip down her face.
"Princess, people don't have a proper sob when they're happy."
"I do." She says wiping her face with her jumper.
"Are you really okay?" I say as I place a hand upon her back.
She turns and faces me, smiling, "I couldn't be happier."
"Come and sit baby." I say motioning to the table.
She nods and sit down in front of me, Niall sitting on the side.
"Emma. Baby. Are you really okay with all of this?"
Emma nods and smiles, "Of course I am."
"It's understandable if you're not. Okay? But you need to tell me."
"But I am."
"Emma, it's going to be a big change. I know we just all settled down and you're finally adjusting, and I'm sorry that this is happening..."
"Dad, it's okay. How many times do I have to say it. I'm happy I'm going to be an older sister. And you said it yourself, nothing is going to change."
"Yeah, nothing is going to change. At least not our feelings towards you, other than that well, Ems, we're going to have another human being living in this house."
"Geez, Harry, you make it sound all weird and shit." Niall says fiddling with his snap back.
"I'm not trying to. I just...I wasn't prepared to tell her yet, so I don't really know what to say."
"Do you want me to pretend I didn't hear you?"
"No, baby. Well..." It would give Edie the chance to tell Emma...
"That way you and mom can tell me together, and I can just not cry."
"That sounds like an ace plan." Niall says with a smile, "Now you and Edie can both tell Ems about the baby."
"She already knows?" We all turn to see Edie coming into the kitchen and I hit Niall in the back of the head.
"What the bloody hell." Niall yelps.
"Swear jar." Edie says reaching for the top of cabinet and pulling out the jar.
"Bullshit is what this is." Niall fumbles for his wallet as Edie jiggles the jar in front of him.
"Now then, Emma knows?" Edie says as she places the jar back into its place.
Emma gets up from the table and wraps her arms around Edie.
"I'm going to be a big sister." She says hugging Edie tightly to her.
"Yes, you are love." Edie looks at me and mouths 'Is she okay?'
I shrug, not really sure what was wrong with Emma. It had to be some coping mechanism or something.
"Well, now that Edie is up, we can have desert." Niall says getting up and heading towards the fridge.
"No, get out of my house. You ruined my surprise twice, twice Niall!" I say jokingly.
Niall simply laughs as he pulls out the ice cream he always keeps in our fridge.
"Are you feeling better mum?" Emma says leading Edie to the table so she can sit down. Edie pulls Emma onto her lap and smiles widely.
"I couldn't be any better, love."
What was I supposed to say? What could I say?
My mum dad are having a baby, that normal, happy life...it doesn't seem like it's...
I close my journal and place it upon the dresser next to my bed. Uncle Niall pops in the doorway and walks into my room. He sits on the edge of my bed, like he always does.
"Are you okay?"
I wrap my comforter around me tighter, and he notices.
"You only do that when you're upset."
"I do not, it's chilly."
"We have the air on."
"Emma." He comes closer and rests a hand by my side, "Your parents love you more than anything in this entire fucking world. So do I, so do your uncles for that matter."
I smile, "I know."
"So when things get bad, if you feel like the world is out to get ya, remember we'll always be here. Even if you think we aren't we are. Okay?"
"I love you, princess."
"Night, Uncle Niall."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
He turns off the light as he walks out. I open my eyes in the darkness, the light from the hall way coming through the crack in the door.
And I could already imagine, how different things were going to be.