Poppy's PoV

My mind was a mess, whirring and going over things with a fine toothed comb. Was it really possible? Did dates match up? What was going to happen with my cancer treatment? I paced around the room from the moment I got up from the bathroom floor and told the others I was too ill to go, to now. I couldn't relax. This was a crazy situation.

At long last there was a knock at the door and I took my pacing over to the door where I flung it open to reveal Sam. He looked worried, which I completely understood after the garbled message I left him to come and see me. His face was twisted with anxiety as he saw my pacing and frantic hand rubbing, trying to calm myself down.

"Okay..." he said soothingly, walking carefully into the room. "Poppy, take me from the top. What's happened?" My thoughts were one hundred miles an hour again, it barely registered when I turned and realised he was no longer at the front door but was now sitting on the bed, waiting for me to answer. How did I explain this? He's going to think I'm careless.

"It's... I... and what if..." Words failed to form sentences and I continued to wring my hands, hoping he would somehow be able to help with something he currently had no clue about.

"Poppy..." he warned, trying to tell me to calm down before he needed to snap me out of it.

"The timing is just... it could be..."

"Poppy!" He suddenly shouted, causing me to jump and freeze on the spot, as if he'd turned me off suddenly. I blinked at him, fearful for a moment. He'd never even raised his voice. This was completely out of character. He let out a heavy breath and stood in front of me, his hands placed on my shoulders as he looked sternly into my eyes. "Slowly. Try again." He beckoned and I nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

"I- I got sick after I spoke to you. I thought it was because I was worried of the diagnosis but Crystal made me think. The dates match up and I'm late on my period. I... I think I'm pregnant." My hands began to wring again, fretting about the safety of the baby whilst I battled cancer. Was it going to be bad for them? Would they be okay? Sam swiftly grabbed my hands in his to prevent me from panicking. When I finally looked up at him, he was beaming.

"This is fantastic news!" He said, letting out a celebratory laugh. "We must get this tested as soon as possible - a blood test will determine it." Well, he didn't seem too fussed about that and my cancer. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I was making out. That or he'd forgotten.

"But what if my cancer treatment didn't work?" I questioned , killing the happy vibe. Sam gave me an insure look.

"Is That why you're so worried?" He asked carefully. I nodded my head. My eyes began to sting as tears welled. I needed to get this under control. "The surgery was great. We just need to check the scan results to see that we got it all. If we need to do more tests or treatments, we'll just have to make sure they're pregnancy friendly if we can. I can't guarantee it though, sometimes we will have to make a tough decision." The words hit like bricks, every decision I made may now possibly affect a tiny being inside me as well as myself. I desperately needed to find out if I was pregnant. "Have you taken a pregnancy test?" He looked around the room, noting a white pharmacy bag strewn on the floor by the bathroom. I nodded.

"Four." I mumbled back.

"And...?" He pressed but I shook my head

"I've been too scared to check the results!" I'd done them around ten minutes before Sam had arrived but I really was too scared to find out. If I was that was amazing news and I knew Calum would be overjoyed - but once again my job would change and I'd end up away from him whilst he toured, just as Crystal was doing. I'd also have to continue to fight cancer with the baby there always wondering if the tablet I was taking or scan I was having would harm them. This may be a very hard time for me. And could I really add even more pressure on Calum? He was already trying to do a world tour and write songs as well as look after me, if I told him he was expecting a child he may go mad! I needed to be sure first. I needed definitive proof that I was pregnant and cancer free before I told calum.

"Well go on then!" Sam shuffled me towards the bathroom door and pushed it open, walking in with me as I took in the four tests that were around the side of the sink. I breathed in and out heavily, not sure if I was ready for the answer. I took a step forwards, and another, my eyes never leaving my reflection in the mirror until I was up against the sink. All I needed to do was look down and I'd see my future. I'd see what plans my life had made for me and Calum. Would I be fighting cancer or would I be kicking it's ass and having a baby? Would Calum and I be taking that next step in our relationship? Would we still get married? Would we be having to buy furniture and a cot and pushchair and paint a nursery?? All was soon to be revealed. With one final look at myself, as just Poppy the woman with thyroid cancer, I finally pulled my eyes down to the four tests - all different brands and types. Two were line tests, the other two were word tests. I glanced at them all one after the other, slowly taking it in and giving myself time to compute it all. In an hours time I was due to find out if my cancer had all been removed but as of right now I was staring at the words on the screen, reflecting the same as the lined tests were. It was official. It was really happening.

I was definitely pregnant.