Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 100~

three months later...

"Still negative," I sighed, staring at the single line on both pregnancy tests. We had been trying for a baby for three months now, but I still couldn't get pregnant.

"I-I'm so sorry baby, I-I don't think this is gonna work," I started to cry and Dalton pulled me into a hug to comfort me.

"Baby, I'll be here with you, I promise, we're in this together," he cooed.

"I-I'm just afraid that all our hard work would end in another l-loss like what happened with O-Oliver," I sniffled.

"I know it's really scary, but I'm here," he reassured and wrapped his arms around my body. He ran his fingers through my hair and softly kissed my head. He picked me up and carried me to our bedroom, gently placing me on the bed.

"Mommy?" I heard Imogen's voice outside the bedroom door.

"C-come in," I sniffled. The door creaked open and she walked into our room.

"Mommy, are you crying?" Imogen asked and I shook my head, not wanting to put my stress on her.

"You're lying," she frowned.

"Daddy, why is Mommy crying?" she asked Dalton. He whispered something into her ear and she came closer to give me a hug.

"Don't cry Mommy, you have me and Leonel," she wiped my tears away.

"I'm here too," Dalton smiled. He kissed my head and I lightly smiled.

"That's the smile I want to see," he kissed my lips and ran his fingers through my hair.

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"Baby, I'm going to Taylor's house, she invited me to come over. She wanted to collaborate on a song with me and Selena for her new album," I said to Dalton.

"I'll drive you there," he said and I nodded. He picked Leonel up and took the car keys. We then went inside the car, Imogen following behind.

"Mommy, are you going to Auntie Tay's house?" Imogen asked.

"Yes Piccolina, we're gonna work on another song together. Auntie Selena will also work with us," I answered. "Oh."

"Wanna come with me?"

"No thank you, I'm sleepy," she said.

"Okay," I chuckled. Soon, we pulled up at her house.

"Be good to your Daddy," I said to Imogen and Leonel.

"Okay Mommy," Imogen replied.

"Be careful baby," I kissed Dalton's lips.

"I will, don't worry. Call me when you're done, I'll pick you up," he said and I nodded. I got out of the car and he drove away. The security let me in and I pressed on the doorbell.

"Hi, come in," Taylor greeted as soon as she opened the door. She was holding her son in one arm.

"Hey," I smiled. She then led me to her living room and she put Ronan down to let him move around. We then decided to wait for Selena.

"Ronan's getting big," I said to her.

"Yeah, he just turned one a few days ago," she smiled, "he just walked his first step last week."

"How's Leonel?" she asked, "I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's actually doing great, he just learned how to stand," I answered.

"That's great," she smiled. The doorbell rang, it must've been Selena. We stood up and she opened the door.

"Hey girl," Taylor smiled and led her in.

"Hey, and hey Ari," she smiled. "Hi."

"Wait, you're really nicely dressed, where did you go? Did you get yourself a date?" Taylor smirked and she blushed.

"Um, nowhere, I'm just in the mood to dress up nicely."

"Oh come on, you know you can tell your bestie anything right?"

"Okay," she breathed out, "I have a boyfriend."

"Finally! You were single for too long. Spill the tea," Taylor smirked.

"His name is Noah, and we had been together for two months. He's a businessman. He's not famous, so he wouldn't be in the spotlight."

"I'm so happy for you," I smiled. "Thank you so much."

"We need pictures!" Taylor smiled.

"Alright," she chuckled, taking her phone out. She then showed us a picture of her and a brown haired man with hazel eyes. He looked familiar. That's when I figured out who he is.

"Wait, that's Dalton's cousin from his mother's side," I told her.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, Noah Lopez, am I right?"

"Yeah, so you know each other?"

"Yep, I only met him once in a family reunion last year."

"Oh well, this is a small world after all," she chuckled.

"He better not break your heart or I'm throwing hands," Taylor said.

"Well, thanks," she smiled, "I guess it's enough about my boyfriend, let's get to work, shouldn't we?"

"Alright," Taylor smiled, taking out her notebook, "this is what I had written so far. It's called Another Heart On the Wall, which is a song about feeling like you're not special. It's from an insecured teenage girl's perspective. It's purely my imagination, and I wanted to give you both the honor to write your own lines."

"Can you try singing the lines you have written so far?" Selena asked and she started singing the lines. We then started coming up with more lines and wrote them down. The song was finally completed. We went through the lyrics and changed a few things that didn't sound right. We then sang the song together.

"Perfect," Taylor smiled and hugged both me and Selena.

"We should make this the lead single, it sounds catchy," Taylor said and we both agreed. We then heard a small thud behind us followed by Ronan's cries. He tripped on one of his toys. Taylor approached him and picked him up, making sure he's okay.

"I'm so sorry Ronan," she cooed, softly rubbing the part of his knee that hit the floor. She placed him on her chest and rubbed his back. He stopped crying and soon fell asleep on her chest.

"Thank goodness," she breathed out, "it's really hard to calm him down sometimes."

"How's Imogen doing, by the way?" she asked.

"She's doing great. I asked her if she wanted to come with me, but she's sleepy," I giggled.

"She's so cute, I'm sure she gives everyone who sees her a baby fever," Selena said, "she makes me want to have a baby, but I guess it's still too early because Noah and I just started dating."

"It's going to be worth the wait, I promise," I smiled.

"We might also consider adoption though, my lupus makes it risky for me to get pregnant," she said, "I'll need to get extra monitoring and probably a lot of hospital stays. We also have to make sure my lupus is under control."

"That's scary, I wish you two the best of luck with whatever decision you make."

"Thank you so much."