Delilah
So my brothers impromptu visit was the calm before the storm, a little over an hour after he left my phone blew up, publicists, the artists I worked with , even the designer I got my stage clothes from. They all wanted to know what what going on? Whether it was a mistake or my favourite whether I was getting married because I was pregnant.
The last one had made Doubles eyebrows shoot yo into his hair line and I had to be quick to reassure him that I most definitely wasn’t pregnant.
“Are you sure?” His eyes travelled from the back. Sandwich at my lips to my stomach and then back up again.
“Yes I’m sure, the belly you see now is all doughnuts and bacon thank you very much…” I took a huge bite. Making a show of it. I liked food , and I wasn’t about to change for anyone. Not even
