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DALLAS EVENT Thursday 6- D Magazine wants to interview the stars of the new reality show. Be sure to answer carefully, Roslyn Taylor is known for tricking interviewees into saying things they regret. [Mandatory]
 
I played with my necklaces as I sat across from Roslyn Taylor from D Magazine. She looked prim and proper and here I was, looking like I had just been through a storm. I was in such a rush to get to the interview that I now my hair was out of place and I had little make up. I was embarrassed at how I looked but I guess it was better than being in hospital and being told off by my doctor. The room was so sophisticated, white chairs, clean table, it also reminded me of a hospital and it made me want to be sick just being here.
 
“So..Saffron is it?” she questioned, I nodded, “Tell me about yourself”
 
“Well,” I stuttered, “I’m 22 years old, I work for a small magazine and I’m 6 weeks pregnant with my long term boyfriends baby”
 
I smiled as she grinned harshly at me, I knew that look, it was the, I guess I can start attacking you with more juicy questions look, another reason why I wanted to be sick.
 
“Don’t you also have major health problems?” She said slyly.
 
“Yeah I do,” I gulped, “I’ve been in and out of hospital since I was 10 but I haven’t been back in a long time, I only see my doctor at the surgery. I have problems with my spleen, removing it would kill me and keeping it just causes me pain”
 
“So why are you having a baby then? Aren’t you worried about how it will affect you?” She jumped in quickly
 
“It was unexpected really, I have thought about how it will…”
 
“But isn’t there high risks to you and the child? Why not abort it?” She butted in.
 
“Yes there are but I don’t believe in abortion, just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I someone has to be killed” I said.
 
“But isn’t that being selfish, especially for your boyfriend?” She questioned, jotting down what I had said.
 
“Yes and no, he knows how I feel towards this and I know how he feels” I exclaimed in a soft tone, she jotted more notes down.
 
“But how do you think the child will feel knowing that it’s Mum can’t be there for it?” She frowned at me.
 
I sat there in shock. I couldn’t answer.
 
“Look at the time, Thanks for coming in for the interview” She smiled looking up from her watch.
I stood up and nodded before ushering out the door to where the rest of the girls where. I felt a wave of nausea now, great timing. I walked past Carlie and smiled, she smiled back before heading over to the seats and sitting down until the wave passed. Was I going to be a bad Mum? I thought to myself. I looked up to see Stella move towards me, I had met her at the Brunch, she seemed stand offish but also seemed to really care.
 
"How did your interview go?" She asked, I sighed.

"She asked me a lot of questions about my health problems. And how I feel about bringing a child in the world with the risk..." I felt tears swell up into my eyes, She patted her shoulder.

"Calm down. She can be a b.itch. But that's what D magazine pays her for." She laughed, I laughed as well but I still felt sad inside.

Sunday 2- The first day of filming! To start things off, all of the mothers-to-be will be having brunch at The Libertine. Bring your best smiles and drama, if you have any.
 
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name/age; Saffron May Williams/22 years
occupation; graphic designer for small magazine
scenario; pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby however she has very severe health problems.
{6 weeks pregnant}
likes; lush products, smell of rain, sleeping in on weekends, macaroons and cupcakes, reading, spring, dancing under the stars.
dislikes; blood tests, constantly living healthy, alcohol, people who judge, yelling, violence, smoking, hospitals, bad news
bio; growing up was hard for Saffron. When she was 10, Saffron was rushed to the hospital with a spleen problem which couldn’t be fixed, she was constantly sick for most of her childhood and had to change her way of living in order to live a longer healthier life. At 20, she met the guy who changed her life, Xavier, after an episode of severe pain and being rushed to the emergency room. She was in for her spleen, he was in for stitches from a bender with his mates and ever since then, they have been inseparable. They have been through thick and thin with each other until now, Saffron is pregnant. With massive health issues and her pregnancy, the chance of Saffron being able to go through the full pregnancy is high unlikely.
 
collection/storyboard; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2074116
model; Josephine skriver
taken by; heartofhannah
 
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name/age; Saffron May Williams/22 years
occupation; graphic designer
scenario; pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby however she has very severe health problems.
 
likes; lush products, smell of rain, sleeping in on weekends, macaroons and cupcakes, reading, spring, dancing under the stars.
dislikes; blood tests, constantly living healthy, alcohol, people who judge, yelling, violence, smoking, hospitals, bad news
bio; growing up was hard for Saffron. When she was 10, Saffron was rushed to the hospital with a spleen problem which couldn’t be fixed, she was constantly sick for most of her childhood and had to change her way of living in order to live a longer healthier life. At 20, she met the guy who changed her life, Xavier, after an episode of severe pain and being rushed to the emergency room. She was in for her spleen, he was in for stitches from a bender with his mates and ever since then, they have been inseparable. They have been through thick and thin with each other until now, Saffron is pregnant. With massive health issues and her pregnancy, the chance of Saffron being able to go through the full pregnancy is high unlikely.

collection/storyboard; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2074116
model; Josephine skriver
taken by; heartofhannah

>describe your family; Well my family is quite a small family. I grew up in a household of just myself, and both my parents. My father, George, works as a mechanic and my mother, Louisa, is a stay at home mother. She use to work as a lawyer but after finding out I had massive spleen problems she didn’t want to take any chances of not helping me out when I needed her. She has been the biggest support. Xavier’s family doesn’t like my family however and when we first started dating, he told them if they weren’t going to accept me as his girlfriend then he didn’t want communication with them any longer.
>how do you feel about being pregnant? I’m more nervous than excited knowing the risks involved with going through with the pregnancy but I really want it and yes I am scared but at the same time, I know what can happen and I am prepared for what might happen. I’m more worried for Xavier.
>why should you be chosen for What To Expect...? I think this is a very different thing that most people don’t hear about. I want to show people determination and how someone could care so much to have a child and disobey doctors and bring something that could mean so much into this world.

The fluorescent lights beamed of the ground of the doctors room, I adjusted myself in the chair, grasping Xavier’s hand. I hated being at the doctor’s, after spending almost my entire childhood in hospital, who wouldn’t hate doctors after a while? I couldn’t tell if they were telling the truth or lying to my face. I was nervous, I started to breathe heavily. What if I was pregnant? Would it mean I would have to give up the baby knowing the chances of me dying during childbirth was a massive choice I had to make? These thoughts ran through my mind. I was stressing, I started to feel a little faint, I looked over to Xavier who was sitting there trying not to worry but I knew he was worrying deep, down inside of himself.
 
“Shh, it’s going to be ok” Xavier cooed, “We are going to get through this together”
 
“Hello Ms Williams” the doctor came barging through the door, “Sorry for being late, it’s incredibly busy today. I’m Doctor Edgeston”
 
He put out his hand to Xavier and shook it; I squeezed Xavier’s hand tighter. He flicked through the file, I could tell he was trying to understand my situation, to understand what I had been through and the health problems that could occur if I was to be pregnant. I felt my stomach churn inside, I wanted to be sick.
 
“Well I have the test results” He sighed, “I’m sorry Ms Williams, you’re pregnant. At least 8 weeks pregnant to be exact”
 
I felt my heart drop, I looked over at Xavier who looked more stressed than ever. I leaned over and hugged him. What now? The man of my dreams was stressed out of his brain and what now? What could we both do now. Tears swelled to my eyes as I hugged Xavier tighter and tighter before pulling away.
 
“What now?” I whimpered to Dr Edgeston.
 
“I’ll have you book an appointment with your haematologist and myself and we will work from there” He wrote it down in the file, “I have to go check in with another patient now”
 
We all stood up, Xavier shook his hand and I smiled as we walked out into the waiting room and booked another appointment. I could see fear on Xavier’s face. I had never seen him like this before. I was more worried for him now then myself. I wanted this news to all go away but how could I, I knew what needed to be done, I needed to have the child and I knew that no matter what, I needed to be here to see it happen.
 
{p.s. she isn't going to die but you'll have to wait and see what happens}

I stood in front of my mirror, eyeing off my outfit I had chosen. It had taken me ages to find the perfect outfit and I still wasn’t satisfied with the one I had on. I sighed, trying to adjust the dress a little before grabbing my bag off the bed and walking out my bedroom. I had no idea of what was install for me tonight, It actually made me a little frustrated, however, I knew whatever Damian had install for me, It was not going to be over the top and eccentric. I shuffled down the marble staircase until I reached the bottom. My heels clicked on the last step, I adjusted my necklaces that dangled around my neck.
“I’m going outside to wait” I shouted from the foyer, “Don’t wait up”
 
“Enjoy your night lovey” My mother came scrambling out from the lounge room and gave me a big hug.
 
I smiled as she released me from the tightest hug ever imagined and turned to the front door before opening and closing it. The cold fall air was crispy on my legs; I kicked my boots a little before walking to the gravel drive, cascading down two stairs from the patio. I heard the sound of the a car just up from my driveway, the gravel churned as the car drew nearer to where I was standing ever so tall. It stopped and the window as drawn downwards. I peeked into the car to see a smiling face before opening the door and getting into the car, perching myself nicely in the seat and closing the door carefully making sure not to slam it and clicking my seatbelt on.
 
“WOW! Don’t you know how to brush up in such a small amount of time?” Damian winked as he put the car into drive and out of the driveway, I hit him playfully.
 
“You’re a man of words, aren’t you?” I giggled, feeling red in the face. He winked again, I smiled.
 
“So where are you taking me?”
 
He looked over sly, trying to make sure not to take his eyes of the road as we drove. “I’m taking you to the river, were we both met”
 
He slowed up before parking the car in an open field, I unbuckled the seatbelt and stumbled out, he grabbed the picnic basket out of the back seat. I threw my clutch back into the front seat before shutting the car door. I walked over to Damian whose hand was reached out for mine and grab hold of it, it was warm and soft and so comforting. He locked the car door as we both stumbled down to the gate in front of the river. He opened it, allowing me to go first; I nodded and giggled as he followed behind. We both continued to walk, hand in hand, down the edge of the river until I saw a picnic rug next to a fire place, near where I fell into the river. I held Damian’s hand tighter and cuddled into his chest. He kissed my head ever so slight and led me to the rug.
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“Ok, who was your first crush?” I slurred, after having nearly half the bottle of wine that Damian had brought for the picnic.
 
“She was a red head” He looked a little tipsy trying to remember, “I think her name was Yasmin or something. I was 9”
 
I giggled, letting out a hiccup before collapsing my head onto his knee. I looked up at the night sky, it was beautiful. The stars glistened like diamonds and they were entrancing to watch. I felt him lean back, I shuffled up to his chest, before straddling him; I sat on top of his chest.
 
“What do you want?” he moaned, winking at me.
I leant in and kissed him, “you” I let out a moan. He pulled me in closer to his face, shaking his head.
 
“No, you’re too drunk and I really don’t feel like doing anything while you’re not thinking straight” He grunted from my weight on top of him. I sighed, rolling off him and cuddling into him.
 
“I want to make it special for you, I’m not a full on bastard who only wants a root.” He kissed my head as I closed my eyes. He had just proven he wasn’t going to use me, the first step to realizing he actually cared about me.
 
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