they say only fools fall in love...
well, they must've been talkin' about us...
love had been uneasy for ariana, but happens when she met the one and only dalton gomez on one fateful night?
warning ⚠️: includes mature themes
content can be triggerin...
I stared at my phone as I scrolled through Twitter, talking to my fans. I hadn't been talking to them for a while, because I had to balance out between being a mom and a pop star at the same time. It was stressing me out, and Scooter was pissed off at me for being less productive lately. Dalton yelled at him on the phone last night because he was putting so much pressure on me, which triggered my anxiety pretty badly.
(bold: fan, italicized: ari)
girl, are u alive?
i'm here, just pretty busy and stressed out lately, had to balance out between being a mom and a singer
she's alive y'all
how's ur little family?
we're doing great :)
will there be a positions tour?
probably next year, it's probably gonna be a combined tour like the swt 🤍
WAIT, there's another album coming?
working on it 😉
HOLY SHIT
EVERYONE MOVE
are we seeing any pictures of ur baby girl soon?
most probably not, we decided to keep her life private for her safety and privacy
i hope we get to see her soon tho :(
girl, c'mon, i'm sure that child has good genes, there's nothing to hide
it's not abt her looks, i realized that keeping the lives of my loved ones private helps me to protect them 🤍
I talked to my fans a little more and realized that there were so many questions about Imogen, so I decided to respond to some of them in a single tweet.
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After posting the tweet, I decided to put my phone down and bond with Imogen. I carefully picked her up from her crib and placed her on my chest. My beautiful little girl. She's getting big. How I wished she would never grow up. She wouldn't have to understand how cruel the world can be if she would never grow up. I placed a kiss on her forehead and without realizing, a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Mommy loves you so much, little one," I whispered, "don't grow up too fast."
She looked at me curiously, trying to understand what I said. She then started making little noises, the kind of noises she would make when she wants Dalton.
"You want your Daddy? He's busy meeting a client," I frowned. She looked at me blankly. I chuckled at her cuteness. How is she cute and beautiful and the same time? She started tugging on my top and I lifted it to feed her. She immediately latched onto my nipple and gently began sucking.
"I'm home," I heard Dalton's voice downstairs. He made his way to our room and wrapped his arm around my waist, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"How's the meeting?" I asked him.
"I sold the house," he smiled.
"I'm so proud of my baby," I kissed his cheek, making him smile.
"How's our little blossom?" he asked, caressing Imogen's cheek. She was still latching on my nipple, but her eyes were looking at him.
"She was looking for you earlier before she decided that she's hungry," I chuckled.
"She looks more and more like her Mommy everyday," he smiled.
"Do you think she's gonna have straight or curly hair?" I asked him.
"I hope she's gonna have your curls," he said, "I wanna have two curly haired princesses."
"I hope she's gonna have your straight hair, though. I used to get bullied at school for having curly hair, I don't want her to get bullied for the same reason," I frowned.
"Well, no one's messing with our daughter," he said.
"Definitely," I smiled. Imogen stopped sucking on my nipple and let out a little burp before stretching her arms towards Dalton. I passed her over to him and he smiled at her as he tapped on her nose.
"My little blossom is getting chubby," he smiled, caressing her cheek.
"She's getting big," he added.
"I know right?" I frowned, "I wish she wouldn't grow up too fast."
"Don't grow up too fast, little one," he pouted, "Daddy's gonna miss holding you in his arms."
"In a little over two weeks she's gonna turn three months, can you believe that?" I asked him. He shook his head, still looking at our daughter with pure love.
"It's almost been three months since you brought her to the world," he said, making me emotional.
"I love our little family so much," he smiled.
"Me too."
"I can't wait for our family to grow," he smiled.
"I don't know if we can have more kids like we wanted," I said, trying not to cry, "there's something wrong with my body, remember?"
"I'm so sorry baby, I shouldn't have brought that up," he frowned as he rubbed my back. Tears started to escape from my eyes. Out of all the people, why should I be the one with fertility problems? Dalton kept on apologizing and I felt terrible for making him feel bad.
"I'm so sorry baby," I sniffled, "I might not be able to make our dreams about having three kids come true."
"Baby, look at me," he said, looking into my eyes, "we have to believe in miracle, okay? Believe me, miracles come at the most unexpected times, just like how we had Imogen, and please don't blame yourself for that, it's not your fault."
I lightly nodded and softly kissed his lips. Imogen, who was still in Dalton's arms looked at me, trying to understand what's going on. She started making little noises and made a funny face, making me giggle a little. I placed a kiss on her forehead.
"That's the smile I want to see," he smiled, "believe me, Imogen wants you to be happy too."
