It's My Spotlight

Chapter 6

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition!
I am poster girl with no poster
I am 32 flavors and then some
I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might wanna turn your head
Cause one day you might find you are hungry
And eat most of the words you just
Said, said, said....
Elle Varner - 32 Flavors

        I was sitting at the table of the food court with Brielle sitting in the chair next to me as she stuffed her face with a soft pretzel.  We were waiting on Sharon before we started shopping. "Chanelle, girl, it's been so long. I missed you." Sharon greeted as she walked up to me giving me a hug cheerfully.

        I observed her, and noticed that she was maybe a shade darker.  She had been gone to the Bahamas with Nick. "It's been a minute, hasn't it? How was the trip?" I grinned.

        Brielle bounced in her seat excitedly when she noticed Sharon sitting down. "Auntie Sharon!" She cheered running over to Sharon's side and sitting in her lap.

        "Hey munchkin! I missed you too," Then she looked over at me.  "The trip was absolutely amazing! I can't wipe this grin off my face."

        "I know what y'all have been doing the whole week." I said giving her a smirk.

        Sharon rolled her eyes. I assumed that she was going to be spilling her guts soon.  "You know me so well. Nick couldn't keep his hands off of me.  This chocolate got that--" she paused when she realized that Brielle was still sitting at the table and listening. She going to say 'got that ass whipped'.  "man whipped." She grinned.

        I laughed at her and reached for Brielle. Brielle walked over to me and sat down in her chair once again.  I stroked her hair for a moment as she finished the last bit of her pretzel. I gave her my phone and let her play a game on it so she wouldn't been all up in our conversation.  I looked up at Sharon.  "I can tell, you're glowing so hard that the sun is probably jealous of you."

        She cracked up in laughter. "It is that bad?"

        I nodded my head. "So where did y'all do it?" I asked.

        She counted on her fingers as she listed the places. "The hotel room, the beach,  the hotel elevator, the janitor's closet, in every single room of our hotel suite, in the back seat of his car, the front seat of his car, on the private jet, and before I came here." She blushed.

        "Alright, keep it up. You're going to receive one of these." I pointed indirectly over to Brielle.

        "About that." She paused slightly smiling.

        "Don't tell me you're pregnant." I paused waiting for her to answer.

        She nodded her head. "I'm just 3 weeks." She sang happily.

        "How could you keep this from me for three weeks?" I asked alarmed.

        She sighed. "I was in denial--well I still kinda am, but I'm beginning to embrace it. I wanted to tell you when I was like a month or so." She answered.

        "Does Nick know?"

        She shook her head. "Nicholas is going to flip his wig once I tell him.  He's going to be trying to touch on my stomach 24/7." She replied rolling her eyes.

        "I knew you we're a freak, I knew you were gettin' it in too, but I didn't know y'all had already started going raw. I'm not suggesting that he has anything, but I knew you didn't want kids for awhile."