Love, Rosie Page #2

It would be so much

fun, and it would be...

Did you ever want more, Dad?

Do you know what your

Gran's favorite phrase was?

"Not for the likes of us. "

When you told us of your plan,

it was the first thing

that popped into my head.

I could hear her voice

in the room saying it.

I don't want that voice

in your head, ever.

Here, let me.

I want my own hotel one day.

Is it crazy to think like that?

I've been winging it

with you for 18 years,

pretending I was the one in charge.

You're amazing, Rosie.

There's nothing you can't do,

if you put your mind to it.

But if I go to Boston, Mom

will never speak to me again.

Well, if you don't go, I won't.

The choice is yours.

Dennis!

And do me a favor.

Come back and take that prick's job.

Good evening!

"Dear Miss Dunne, congratulations!

"We are pleased to offer you

a seat at Boston University!"

Oh, my God! Oh, my

God! No way! Oh, my God!

Oh, hey, Clare, is Alex in?

He's tied up.

I can come back.

He'll be down in about three minutes?

Cup of tea?

Baby! Oh, baby!

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, baby, show me, come on, baby!

Yeah, yeah...

Oh, my God, is...

Is that? Bethany.

So, when you said he was...

Tied up. You actually meant...

Tied up.

Um, I should go. Any second now.

Oh, Alex. "Oh, Alex.

Where did you learn "Where did you learn

to do that? "to do that?"

I know. It's so gross.

Hello?

F***! I'm coming!

Are you supposed to smoke in here?

My parents own the place. They want

me to help out? I'll set the terms.

What's up?

Oh, right. Um, I've been

feeling sick like, every day.

Maybe you could just give

me a pill or something...

Any diarrhea? No.

Fever? No.

Stomach cramps? No.

Well, have you missed a period?

Yeah.

Uh, no. Virgin?

No, but I took the morning-after pill!

90% safe. 10% is the catch.

There's a loo here

if you want to use it.

F***, f***, f***!

Bollocks.

I'd love to, but Bethany's parents

are taking us out to

dinner at the Hazel.

How posh is that?

Okay. I'm sorry.

Um, I... I...

I've got news.

Me, too. Read it.

Scholarship to Harvard!

Alex, that's so great. Congratulations.

It's unbelievable, right?

Have you heard back

from Boston College, yet?

No.

Yeah, you'll get in.

Yeah, what about Bethany?

Have you told her?

She'll be fine.

She's got this... Oh, God, she's

got this thing about my hair.

Yeah. But she literally yanks it.

And she pulls this funny

face during sex like this...

Enough. Enough... I think she likes it.

Don't you care what she's gonna think

about you rushing off like this?

All right, what is it?

What?

Well, you're defending

Bethany. What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

I thought you'd be happier.

We're on our way to

Boston! Come on! Hey?

It's great. It's great, really.

Well done.

What, come on, you're coming, too!

My flight's in three days,

which gives me time to get

settled in before term starts.

You need to go ahead

and book your ticket.

Sure.

I have got some stuff to sort first,

but I'll be there.

Don't get blown up by terrorists. Okay.

Or lose cabin pressure

and fall out of the sky.

Rosie, wait, wait, wait... Or fly

into a flock of birds. I mean it!

I can delay, if you need me to.

No. You're getting on that plane.

I've got you something. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Give me your finger.

Okay. Keep it there.

North America.

Keep in touch, okay?

Okay.

See you in two weeks, so...

Boston.

This way?

If I'd told him, he'd never have left

and his whole life would

have been ruined, too.

I mean, what's the point?

How noble. I'd have

forced the bastard to stay.

Oh, no, no. He's not the dad.

That's just some other loser.

You are turning out to be

a lot more interesting than you look.

Why don't you just get rid of the thing?

My parents are Catholic. I don't

believe in all that, but I can't!

Oh, I had it all sussed!

Move to Boston, study, get a great job,

at 27, come back and open a hotel.

Then get married and have kids.

Wow. A whole life in bullet points.

Yeah, well now, it's pregnant,

have sprog, full-time mother,

wave goodbye to career, live off

benefits, grow fat, lose hair.

Yeah. You might as well

just kill yourself now.

I can sort the drugs.

Look. There's loads of people out there

that want a kid that can't have one.

Give it away.

I could still move to Boston.

I can apply to college again,

or get a job. I don't care.

So it would all be the

same, just six months later.

I don't even need to tell Alex,

I could just think of an excuse.

Whoa. That's major denial, babe.

Yeah.

I just happen to think

it's the way to go.

Who's that? Alex.

Have you told him yet?

I'm sending him my

arrival time in Boston.

That's all he needs to know.

Oh. All this fibbing is

gonna catch up with you, girl.

Whoa!

The way that thing burst out of her.

That might happen to you! It might.

Her whole belly will erupt.

Blood and guts.

And this freakish alien will

leap out and bite your head off!

Stop it, the pair of you!

Pregnancy is a sacred thing!

It can't hear us. Yes, it can!

And don't refer to it as "it. "

It's a girl if you must know.

You found out?

I asked at the last scan.

I thought I should tell the social

worker so he can start his plans.

A girl! What about names?

No, um, I'll let the new parents decide.

- Give us a peek.

- Hey!

A woman's body doesn't become public

property just because she is pregnant.

Be my guest.

Look at that!

Oh, my God!

She's got hiccups!

Little thing's got hiccups!

Oh, bless!

Whatever.

Baby, can you hear me?

Try holding your breath like this.

There you are, Katie girl!

That's probably not going

to be your name, okay?

It's coming! Towels! Hot water!

- Where's the midwife?

- I don't know!

Come in now!

Come on!

Come on! Midwife's here!

Let's go! As quick as you like!

She's just right down the hallway.

All right, okay, breathe, breathe!

Get out!

Breathe, breathe, everything

is going to be all right!

Being a girl sucks! Yeah.

Oh.

Hello.

That'll be the social worker.

Would you like to hold her?

Or should I bring her

straight downstairs?

Katie.

Sweet little Katie.

I promise, Katie,

I'm going to be a good Mommy.

Katie.

Katie. Shh...

It's gonna be okay.

Please. Katie, it's gonna be okay!

Shh...

My life's over, Dad!

Wait 'til you become a grandparent.

Katie, Katie. Shh.

Shh.

You know, I still

remember the drive back

from the hospital when you were born.

You screamed blue murder,

the whole bloody journey.

I was so scared, I

jumped three red lights.

Lost my license.

You never told me that before.

You weren't part of the club.

Ugh.

In battle to preserve sanity,

must remember following rules.

Number one, never breast

feed in a public place.

Two, never bounce Katie

on knee after feeding.

Ugh.

Three, try not to cry when she cries.

And four, the most important of all,

never assume trouble isn't

around the next corner.

- Laters, girls.

- Bye.

Rosie? Oh, no.

Tragic. Are you okay?

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