Having The Bad Boy's Baby (new version)

9. Brook

November 30, 2020 (10 weeks and 6 days along)

"What's got you smiling so much?" Mom asked as she and I drove to the car dealer to pick out my new car and I smiled. It's been a week since Jacob asked me to be his girlfriend and I have yet to tell anyone about it. Not because I was worried about them being against it, but more so because I didn't want our relationship to be the center of attention in the media.

"Brooklyn?" I bit my lip and sighed before turning on my seat to look at her, "What's wrong? You just got quiet all of the sudden,"

I noticed that we had stopped at a red light, "Jacob asked me to be his girlfriend," I said and she raised a brow in surprise before she smiled which turned into a frown,

"From the smile you had on I'm guessing you said yes," she said and I nodded which made her smile and nod, "Then why are you frowning?"

"Paparazzi," she made a humming noise before she began driving again when the light turned green, "I don't want him to feel pressured to be with me either. I know they're a-holes and will most likely start making up rumors about why Jacob was suddenly in my life when I've been single for years."

"You're worried that he won't be able to handle the attention of the media?"

"Yeah," I mumbled sighing, "I mean I've been in the media since I was born because of you and dad and now Vic."

"Yes," she agreed, "and we wish we could take it back and keep all three of you out of the limelight and wait for you to decide what you wanted to do with your own lives instead of us having to force it upon you,"

"You didn't force us to pick our careers," I pointed out and she sighed, "Vic has always been interested in being an MMA fighter, Wynter wants to be a dancer and actress while I've always wanted to be a singer ever since I saw Dad in a recording booth."

She sighed as she turned into the parking lot of Land Rover Los Angeles, "you need to stop worrying about what the paparazzi will say. I'm sure Jacob is already aware of what it means to be with someone famous."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, "Yeah but what if he gets tired of that?" I frowned at my words.

"Hey now," mom said making me look at her and she gave me a reassuring smile, "Stop, you're overthinking things and I know how you feel when your brain starts making up scenarios that aren't true. I know we haven't met that boy but from what you've told your father and I, I can already tell that he's smitten with you and that he won't be going anywhere especially now that you're both going to be parents."

I swallowed the knot in my throat before nodding, "if the paparazzi start making up rumors then let them because only the two of you know the truth and that's what matters at the end of the day."

"Okay," I murmured and she nodded.

"Good, now let's go check out some cars for you then head home because you have a photoshoot in two hours and you still need to get ready for it."

"Ugh,"

*******

"I'll see you after school?" Wynter asked before we went out separate ways and I nodded making her smile, we exchanged hugs before we made our way in opposite directions with her heading to her English class while I headed towards my American Lit class.

As I made my way down the hall, I passed the music room but when I heard the sound of a guitar being strung I stopped frowning as there usually is never anyone in there during first period. I also saw that the door was slightly opened so I looked in to see who was inside thinking that it was Mr. Lawrence, the music teacher, getting ready for his class, but to my surprise I saw Jacob. His head was bent down as he strung the guitar's cords, his tattooed covered fingers swiftly moving on the thin strings. It was something I never thought I'd ever see. But what took my breath away and made my heart stop before going on over drive was when he began singing.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

By this time the late bell had already rung but I was so caught up on watching him that I didn't care that I was late to class and that I'd probably get a warning for cutting class—not that I'd ever done it before.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later, it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

I swallowed the knot that had formed in my throat as he continued to sing not noticing that I was watching.

"How long are you going to stand there watching?" I jumped and looked up and saw him staring at me. I felt my face instantly heat up with a blush at being caught. He raised a brow but it was as if he didn't say anything as he continued singing. I cleared my throat and walked in closing the door behind me before I walked towards one of the chairs across from him.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

Our eyes were locked on each other as he sang and I felt as if he was singing this beautiful song to me but it was dumb even if we were dating.

just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

He strung the guitar for a few more seconds before he stopped and placed it beside him in the bench.

"Are you skipping?" He asked and I blinked at the question and once again I blushed ducking my head down at being caught ditching first period.

"Mrs. Clifford's class is boring," I replied making him smirk, "besides ditching a class or two isn't bad."

He raised a brow because he knew I've never missed a class in my life aside from now. We apparently shared more than one class—he told me we shared six classes in total—and one being the one we're ditching, Mrs. Clifford's American Lit class.

"How are you feeling today?" He asked changing the subject.

"Good, though I did have morning sickness before school which sucked and I'm beginning to crave things I've never eaten or would never eat." I replied and he nodded getting off the bench before sitting beside me and grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers making my heart skip a beat.

His hand engulfed mine and it was such a big contrast to my own with his being covered in tattoos while mine was plain.

"Did they hurt?" I asked testing my head on his shoulder as I traced the tattoos in his hand.

"Nah," he replied making me look up at him and he smiled. "Though I wouldn't recommend getting one if you can't resist the pain." I nodded

"I'm good with pain," I replied and he nodded, "I have three tattoos already but I'm thinking of getting a couple more."

And I don't know how we ended up talking about tattoos but that's what we did the entire first period before the bell rang signaling the end of the period.

"Come on, we have the same class next so might as well walk together," he said and I was taken aback by his statement thinking that he didn't want to do the whole PDA thing. "Don't look so surprised, love, we are dating after all."

I grinned and let him lead me out of the class room and down the hall towards our next class, Art.