Spotlight Girl //a Jeremy Jordan Fanfic//

Nine: The Results

Jeremy's POV

I can't remember what time I finally got to sleep that night, my brain was in such a whirl. It just didn't feel quite real what was happening to me. It felt like a movie. A movie I didn't know I was cast in and there's no script, no lines to run by or rehearsals to go through...it's just happening at a speed I'm really not comfortable with and I've been thrust into the deep end of it all without a life jacket or any sort of direction to go in!

Walking into the apartment, I knew Ashley would be asleep. It was around 11pm and while she usually waits up for me, I knew she would've most likely have dosed off on the couch or even in bed, which I didn't blame her for.

I was exhausted, my brain a fuzzy cloud of all the questions that had popped into my mind in the last few hours of learning of the crazy notion of having a daughter. I mean really? A daughter? Who prior to meeting her today I knew absolutely NOTHING about and just pops up out of the blue 16 years later.

In the moment, I was shocked, baffled, confused, completely flabbergasted, but another part of me believed it to be true, and I haven't the foggiest idea why.

Making my way to the bathroom, I grab a glass and fill it up with water. In the bathroom, I empty 2 painkiller capsules from a bottle into my hand from the bathroom cabinet and chug them down with the water before brushing my teeth and washing my face.

Cracking the door open, I peak my head around to check if Ashley was awake. The light was still on and it appeared she had fallen asleep reading as her kindle was still in her lap. I tiptoe over to her, carefully take the kindle from her hands and place it on the nightstand.

I got into my pyjamas and slide into bed next to her, turning on the light, ready to sleep off the last couple of hours...but I just couldn't.

Tossing and turning, my mind wouldn't stop racing with the series of events that had taken place over the course of the evening show. So many questions crowded around in my mind and all of them were screaming at me at full volume:

Why wouldn't Julia tell me she was pregnant? What was with her last email to me? Is this Jamie girl really who she says she is? Am I being toyed with here? Should I make her get a blood test, just to be sure? Is this some kind of con to get money out of me??

Thank god I took those painkillers cus' I think my headache would've gotten worse as these thoughts and questions continued to persist.

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I check my messages again, the message from Jamie lighting up the screen. My heart felt jumpy and weird, my brain was like mush and I didn't know what to think, but somehow, I knew what had to be done.

I typed out a message:

Hey Jamie, it's really late and you're probably asleep, but can we meet up tomorrow for coffee? Around 10? We have a lot to discuss and I still have a million unanswered questions

After I hit send, I lock my phone and put it back on the nightstand. What follows next is a few hours of staring at the ceiling, my head spinning around and around in a whirlwind, but eventually sleep finally comes and I'm able to have a couple hours of dreamless peace...

That didn't change the fact that I woke up groggy and insanely sleep deprived.

I held off making myself a coffee, deciding upon walking into the kitchen to grab one when I met up with Jamie. Ashley was lounging on the couch with a glass of orange juice in one hand and the tv remote in the other.

"Morning sweetie." She smiles upon seeing me emerge from the bedroom, I smile back her, my eyes still half closed as I lean down and kiss her.

"Morning beautiful," I mumble into her hair before kneeling down so that I'm level with her bump. "And morning to you too baby girl." I whisper, kissing Ashely's belly before standing up.