Love, Rosie Page #3

Tell me that's not yours!

No!

What, you're a nanny now?

Yeah! You know, at

least it's good money.

Uh, I thought you were

going to Boston with Alex.

Oh, no, no, no,

I realized children are

the only education you need.

So, who's the dad?

Ah! Oh!

Get it off! Get it off!

I've got to go!

Bye, then!

Alex.

What are you doing here?

Just back for the weekend.

Thought I'd surprise you.

Great! Uh, yeah. Let's

go for a coffee then.

Ah! No, no. Let's stay here.

Why don't you put the kettle on?

So, what have you been up to?

Oh, just this and that, you know?

Nice haircut by the way.

Yeah, thanks.

You okay? You seem stressed.

No! No!

Uh, so, how's medicine?

Fascinating. Yeah.

We've just been doing

obstetrics, in fact.

Really? Mm-hmm.

So much to learn.

How do you find these

breast pumps, by the way?

Some women don't like them.

Oh, total nightmare.

Oh, God.

How did you...

Bethany.

Fast work.

I was gonna tell you, Alex, I promise.

I didn't want to hold you back.

She's had colic for months.

My whole life is feeding,

winding and nappies.

All I can think about is poo.

How much, when, what color.

I hope you mean hers.

What happened to Greg?

He miraculously got a job

in Ibiza the minute he heard.

Can I be godfather?

I'd love nothing more.

I think not telling you

was a way to keep the

dream alive, you know?

So there was at least someone out there

who still saw me as Rosie.

And not this strange,

new person I've become.

So, the last time I

looked that depressed,

I tried to hang myself

with my favorite tie.

Hi, I'm Phil.

Alex.

I've been sent to play fairy godmother.

You don't look the part, mate.

My sister's been driving me crazy.

She wants to know, would

you buy her a drink?

Which one is she?

The hot girl from class? Sally.

The bright sunflower in

the family window box.

Hey! Hey!

Everybody has been wondering why

the cute British guy looks so sad.

Sorry.

It's time to realize

you're here with us.

And that we might be fun to be with.

Katie! It's your first Christmas!

I hope you got my present!

Thanks for the book, Alex.

I know she'll love it one day.

What is it?

This is my new apartment.

What's this you're doing here, darling?

Um, handmade hearts.

And here, we have my favorite

Back to the Future poster.

It would look so

special in the bathroom.

Walk to Mommy.

Come to me. Good girl!

Katie, darling, it's

your fourth Christmas.

Did, uh, Mommy get my Christmas card?

Really?

She wants me to tell you she

can cycle and count to five.

Three, four, five!

Me, I've got a job and finally

moved out of Mom and Dad's.

Miss Dunne! Welcome back to the hotel!

I believe it's the

penthouse suite for you?

That's right, thanks.

Mommy, Mommy!

It's the first day of school!

Um...

I heard some beds

were being stolen recently.

Isn't that strange?

Yes, Mommy.

This way, no one can

come in and steal ours.

Mm-hmm.

Are you my daddy?

No! No, he's just a nice man

that's helping Mommy

out a bit, that's all.

Damn! What?

It's the wrong key!

Ow! Oh!

My head! Come on, whinger!

Over there! Over there!

Come on, keep going.

Quick, quick, Mommy!

Excuse me.

Oh!

Love you.

Love you, too.

You dreamt you were an inanimate object?

Yeah, I mean, come on. An

arrow flying through the air!

That's pretty cool.

I don't understand.

How can you be a thing?

I don't know. I've always

had dreams like that.

It sounds to me like

self-esteem issues, sweetie.

You may need to talk to someone.

You know, there are razor hairs

in the bathroom, again today.

Really?

You know it gives me allergies.

Next time you have one

of your weird dreams,

maybe you should dream

you're something useful

like a vacuum cleaner.

We have a cleaning lady.

What do you want?

For her to think we're

a pair of f***-ups?

That's exactly what we are.

Whoo!

You okay? I've got sand in my eyes.

Look at Mommy!

I dreamt I was an arrow.

What have you told the poor brat?

No! Just that he sent me a

ticket. I've got no expectations.

Well, good, because

he's got a girlfriend.

Although you know it's funny, her name

didn't come up once.

Yeah, well, Katie's

mature enough to know

that when it comes to

men, it doesn't matter.

Yeah, well, Katie also knows

that something must have triggered

his sudden enthusiasm to see her mom,

who, by the way, knows

him better than anyone,

and is clearly the best person to judge!

Oh, and, uh...

All right! All right! Good to see you!

So, tired? Hungry?

No. Why?

Come on.

Do you want another?

Um, yeah.

All right. I'll be back, okay?

So, you're new here. I'm Jonathan!

Rosie!

Rosie? So what do you do, Rosie?

I'm a mom!

Is that some kind of,

uh, performance thing?

You're a drama major?

I'm a mother of

a 5-year-old girl!

Cool! Cool!

Um...

Can I get you a drink or something?

A gin and tonic.

Cell? Car keys? Oh, dude. Come on.

Guys, guys, guys, no, no, no!

Come on, come on! Come on!

Please! It's gonna happen!

One, two, three! Okay, okay!

Rosie, Rosie, come on, come...

Can you give me a hand?

All right.

Come on. Come on! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh.

You're looking way too

hot right now, Rosie.

Come on, all right, okay.

If you want it like that.

No, no, no!

- You stink.

- I stink?

You haven't bathed.

Bananas?

All right. One, two...

Any good? No, it's sort of...

Catch.

All right.

"You will live a long

and happy life. " Sweet.

Oh, can I switch?

'Cause you prefer mine? I prefer it.

I do, I do. I don't know

what I'm talking about.

Well, you do go here, so you probably

should know what you're talking about.

Strange to think that

I could have lived here

and been part of it.

But I don't regret Katie, you know?

I mean, how could I?

She's the most amazing kid.

The weird thing is

that she reminds me

more of you than Greg.

That's probably just 'cause I love her.

We should go.

Yeah.

- Seriously cute.

- Aw.

It was a ball of fluff.

No seriously.

Sally. Rosie.

Rosie, Sally.

Good morning.

Hi.

Wow. This should be in a museum.

Oh, it's nothing.

Just quail egg and asparagus

in filo pastry with a

cream of rocket sauce.

Well, my regular is baked beans.

Good old British baked bean.

Zero nutritional value.

Yeah. But good on toast.

Oh, you know I can't drink.

Of course.

But how are we going to cope without

the numbing haze of alcohol?

Why can't you drink?

If that's not a rude question?

Alex?

What?

Didn't... Didn't...

Alex and I are pregnant.

Twelve and a half weeks in.

That's wonderful.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Alex, you didn't tell me?

No, I... Sorry, I thought I did.

That's...

Oh!

Let me help!

Sh*t!

Ah-ah-ah!

Daddy's antique table! Alex, quick!

Oh, bollocks. Language, please!

Oh, f***! No! Why can't

you just say fudge?

Oh, oh.

Look what you made me do.

It's fine. It's okay.

We have Herb's vernissage

in an hour... It's...

Everything is gonna be fine.

I'm so sorry.

Sally had this planned for weeks.

It's not for long, okay? I promise.

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