She's a well known model, while he's known for his music. Will these two stay together and work through their problems, or give up and call it quits? Read more to see where this goes 🤭
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After our two days together, it was back to our regular schedule. I had photoshoots for the next two months, and Brent is either on the road or in the studio. We'd FaceTime here and there, and the text messages got short again. I'm currently in the middle of a shoot, when I feel sick to my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I figured it would help but it didn't.
"Excuse me," I said and walked quickly to my dressing room.
Going to the bathroom, I let out whatever I had on my stomach. My assistant peek her head in.
"Girl you good? You been real tired lately," she said and rubbed on her stomach that was beginning to grow.
"I think it's something I ate," I told her.
"Girl you got your usual," she replied.
"I know," I sighed deeply and flushed the toilet.
"You think you might be...," she trailed off and I looked at her like she had two heads.
"Girl that's not even a good idea," I shook the thoughts but they slowly settled in my mind.
"I'm serious, you know y'all be going at it heavy," she said.
"No lie told there, but girl our careers are in full swing," I told her and then rinsed my mouth out.
"Okay and!?! Bitch you can have it all. Pull it together and take this pregnancy test," she said and pulled one out of her purse.
Closing the door, I relieved myself on the stick and then carefully placed the cap back on. Getting up, I washed my hands and dried them. Going out into the room, Harley sat on the couch taking a phone call. I sat next to her.
"Girl, what was your first reaction when you found out?," I asked her after she ended the call.
"I was scared shitless, honestly," she admitted.
"But with the support of my family, his and you I got this. You need to know you got a lot of people supporting you and riding with you til the wheels fall off," she said and reassured me.
I nodded my head and got back up to read the results.
Pregnant
I dabbed at my eyes and wrapped the test up. Placing it in my bag and then went back to finish the shoot. An hour later, we finally finished. Slipping on my sweatsuit and then my boots.
"What were the results?," she asked me as our driver pulled up.
I waited until we were inside the vehicle.
"Pregnant," I replied.
"Let me see," she requested.
I pulled the test out of my bag and let her view it.
"How do you feel about the results?," she asked me.
"Scared, nervous and excited," I told her honestly.
