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"More fans want a more comfortable option, like clothing that you can just sit and relax in." Hayley says and I nod.
"How about a line filled with cardigans, gentle fabrics, sweatpants, cropped hoodies, comfortable and stylish?" I ask and the team nods.
"Guys, just cause I'm the boss doesn't mean you have to agree with everything I say, if you more suggestions, throw them out there." I tell them and the room laughs.
"Maybe like fluffy, or silky material?" Hayley says and I nod.
"I'll have a few sketches up by next week, then we can choose fabrics and colors," I tell them and they agree.
"Great, one more thing." I tell them.
"We're going to need maternity polls taken on social media, because this is my first time, so I'm not sure what the line will need." I say, smiling as they take in the words.
"No freaking way!" Hayley gasps.
"Congratulations!"
"Congrats!" "That's amazing ma'am!" I smile at them.
"Thank you guys, although I trust every one of you, you will have to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement." I frown, hating like I made them think I didn't trust them, but Axton wasn't joking about the privacy of this. They all nod and get up after I dismiss them.
"Okay, graphics!" Hayley says and I nod, pulling my phone out to call Axton.
"Hey." he answers on the third ring.
"Hi, you okay?" I ask him, clearly noticing the stress in his voice.
"Yeah, just that asshole left without telling me, so I basically waited for nothing, not like he's worth anything." He mumbles and I chuckle.
"Okay, be safe okay?" I tell him again.
"I promise baby. I love you," he says and I smile, he never fails to make me smile.
"I love me too Axton." I joke.
"Oh yeah? That's what we're doing now huh? You'll pay for that later." he says.
"Yeah Yeah, I love you too." I tell him and we both hang up.
"Sophia! Graphics!" I hear Hayley yell all the way from the elevator.
I quickly walk over to the elevator as she hits the sixth floor. The graphics department."
"I can't believe you're pregnant!" she says and I chuckle.
"Yeah, me too," I mutter.
"What do you think it is?" she asks and I really don't have an idea.
"I'm not sure," I tell her as the elevator opens onto the sixth floor.
