Chapter 6 { Fiorella }
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"Yeah, you wanted me to show up back then like a crazy stalker.” She gives my hand another squeeze, leading me over toward the sofa. I plop down onto it, both my hands going to the small bump I’ve managed to keep hidden. Until last night. I didn’t see the paparazzi. I thought I’d made it out of my place unnoticed. I’d been wrong. I had no idea it would be so noticeable that I’d dropped off the map for a while. It’s not as though I’m a movie star or something. I did photoshoots and runway work and had acted in few dramas . Again, I was wrong. The tabloids were hungry to find out why I had been nowhere to be found and why I hadn’t walked in a fashion week for a few months as I also I hadn't taken any drama role.
“Now you have a reason to look him up and not seem like a stalker,” she offers with a giant smile. Part of not wanting to look him up is the fear of rejection. What if I showed up and he told me that it was only a one-night stand. At this point I can pretend in my head that he is as heartbroken as I’ve been about the whole thing.
“Silver lining.” I let out a half-hearted laugh. I’m sure the man I had a one-night stand with will be thrilled to find out I am having his baby.
“When did you find out?” Danielle’s hand goes back to my stomach.
“A few months ago.” I let out a long sigh. I was late to the game. I had no idea I was pregnant. Not even giving it a second thought. It wasn’t until my agent looked at me one afternoon and asked if I’d gained weight that I started to put things together. Of course my agent noticed I’d put on a few pounds. I knew I was a little more hungry than usual but pregnancy had never entered my mind as a reason.
A few months!” she yells, her perfect eyebrows raising all the way up her forehead. I can see the hurt that flashes through her eyes that I’ve kept this from her.
“Sorry.” I cringe, feeling guilty.
“This is why you’ve been so MIA lately.” It’s not a question but I nod my head anyway in response. Dali is a fashion designer, so it wasn’t too hard for me to hide. She travels almost as much as I do. She was the one who took made me model at her first fashion event that got me noticed. From there it was history.
“I was scared.” I rub my hand across my stomach. “I’m still scared. What do I know about being a mother or having a baby?” The word still seems a little unreal to me, even though I know in a few months it will be my reality.
“When you’re scared is when you should be calling me.” I see the hurt on her face again.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I didn’t know what I was doing.” I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into. The only thing I know about babies is that they are adorable. That I wanted them one day in the future. I’ve always wanted to have one of those cute little families you see around. I hadn’t had one growing up and I longed for one more deeply than anything else in the whole world. These were all the things that filtered through my mind when I first found out, scaring me.
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