Chapter 22: Cabo.
"Oh My God!!!" Alicia yells, touching my baby bump.
"Stop over exaggerating." I tell her, laughing.
"I'm not. It's just bigger in person." She says and I chuckle.
"I'm officially in the second trimester. It feels like yesterday I was finding out that I was growing a little human and I'm almost halfway done." I tell her, grabbing a pillow from the couch, putting it behind my back.
"I'm so happy for you." Alicia says with teary eyes.
"Don't cry." I chuckle, wiping her eyes.
"It's just you've been through so much, this is God's way of finally giving you peace." She tells me and I nod.
"Does he know yet?" Alicia asks me and my mood instantly changes.
"No." I reply, desperately wanting to change the subject.
"You can't hide this from him forever. Sooner or later, the media will get a hold of this. You're going on vacation next week and I know your dumbass is gonna be out in them beaches wearing swimsuits." She says and I laugh.
"You know it." I retort, laughing.
"The paps are definitely going to get a picture of that bump. How do you think he'll feel when he finds out through the news?" She tells me and I shake my head.
"I really don't give a fuck about his feelings. And besides he won't even know it's his. He's a dumbass." I tell her.
"What if he does? What are you going to do then? You can't just keep him out of the baby's life." She tells me and I stay quiet.
I know it's kind of bitter of me to keep this vital piece of information from Zachary, but it's not like I have a choice. He is getting married in three weeks. If I tell him now, the media is gonna turn on me again and say that I ruined Sabrina's life. I just don't need that bad energy and drama in my life right now.
"I'll think about it." I tell Alicia.
"That's what you said the last time." She says folding her arms.
"I'm serious." I assure her. "Now, I want some Chinese." I tell her.
"Already calling their number." Alicia tells me and I chuckle.
"That's my girl." I tell her. Tiffany climbs up on my lap and sits on it. She lays beside my bump as I stroke her fur.
"Do you want some spring rolls?" Alicia asks me, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder.
"Duh." I reply.
"That's prime ribs, shredded beef with green pepper, diced chicken in chili sauce, fried pork chops in the signature brown sauce, dumplings and some spring rolls." Alicia tells the person on the other side of the phone.
"What's your address?" She asks me.
"Number 657, Main Street, Roosevelt Island." I tell her.
I turn on Netflix on the television and I play You.
"They'll arrive in thirty minutes." Alicia says, placing her phone on the coffee table.
"How's married life treating you?" I ask her as she sits beside me.
"Well, Spencer is gone most of the time. I'm not complaining about it, I mean this is how it was before we tied the knot, but you'd think some things would change." She says, rolling her eyes.
"He's a model, he has to do his job. And you can always travel with him." I tell her, not paying attention to what's playing on the TV.
"I can't. I have a life here in New York. I have a job too." She tells me.
"You guys really need to find a balance because in the long run, this thing you guys got going on isn't gonna work. You're newlyweds, now is the time to be as intimate as possible before the kids come." I tell her.
"Kids?" Alicia says, appalled.
"I am not having kids anytime soon. I got too much going on. And besides, why would I bring a child into an unstable home." She says and I chuckle.
"Your house is not an unstable home." I tell her, laughing.
"It is. Spencer is always in LA, I feel like I'm in a long distance relationship." Alicia vents.
"Then just move to LA." I tell her.
"It's not that easy." She retorts.
"It is actually. What's keeping you in New York." She opens her mouth to reply and I interrupt her. "Apart from your job." I add.
She doesn't respond.
"Exactly. Los Angeles is filled with a lot of jobs. You're a stylist, you'll thrive in LA." I say, encouraging her.
"Why do women always have to compromise?" She says, pouting.
"Spencer is a model and he has been modeling for Gucci since he was in High School. He is a very valuable asset to them, he is not going to leave LA for you. As harsh as that sounds." I tell her. "But I understand your pain. Look, you're not giving up on your dreams by moving to LA. You're only broadening your horizon. I promise I'll make a few calls when you get there, you'll get a job in no time." I tell her and she stares at me. She pulls me into a side hug and I lean on her shoulder.
"If I move to LA, you'll have no one." She says and I laugh.
"I have my parents and my baby, I think I'll be fine." I say, chuckling.
"You'll have Zachary too if you tell him." She says and I roll my eyes.
"Let's watch some Netflix, shall we." I say, changing the subject.
***
Cabo San Lucas.
The resort of my dreams.
I'm currently sipping on a virgin pina colada as I enjoy my day on the beach. The cool breeze blows my hair all over the place, making it stick to my lip gloss
"You look so beautiful." Max says and I blush.
"Keep it in your pants Mr. President." I tell him and he laughs.
"You're literally glowing. Pregnancy looks good on you." He compliments and I smile at him.
"Thanks for being here." I tell him.
"I wouldn't let a pregnant woman go on vacation by herself." He says and I stare at him.
This man is literally a president and he dropped it all to come on a vacation with me.
And no, I didn't ask him
He offered.
If he wanted to, he would.
"You're being really nice to me. Why?" I ask him.
"Because you deserve it." He says without hesitation.
"Thank you." I tell him.
"There's a camera over there." He informs me and my mood is instantly ruined.
Don't get me wrong, fame is good and all, but the paparazzi make it torture.
I mean they literally killed Princess Diana. Their bad reputation precedes them.
"Let's go back to the room." I tell him, standing up.
"No, don't let them ruin your vacation. They are gonna take pictures regardless." He tells me.
He's right.
The paparazzi is gonna be a part of my life whether I like it or not.
"You're right." I say, stretching. "Infact, I'm going to give them something to talk about." I tell him, taking my see through jacket off.
"Are you sure you want the world to know?" He asks me.
"I'm sure." I tell him. "Let's go swimming." I suggest.
"I'm right behind you." He says taking his shirt off.
Stop drooling over his body, Valarie.
I wasn't.
Sure you weren't.
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