Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℰ𝓁ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃

Once everyone had arrived and settled around our dining table with their drink of choice Bryan opens the meeting. Give a brief about the article and its ramifications. It might be old news for each of us but it's left behind a tsunami of shite.

With the ringing of my timing in the kitchen, I excuse myself. Leaving them to continue with the discussion whilst I remove the baked treats and plate them up. Nothing like warm gooey cookies to get you through a tsunami of shite.

With the cookies plated I bring them back into the dining room and place them on the table. Smiling as everyone rushes to grab them, not giving me a chance to say 'mind they are hot'

I can't help but chuckle as I watch them all toss the cookie from each hand in an attempt to cook it down just enough to eat.

'Babe, you wanna share your plan?' He asks me between nibbles. All eyes fall on me as they patiently wait for me to give orders on how we can fix this shit.

'Like all social media, we need to control and detain the situation. This means leading the narrative. The news article has already painted a negative picture of us, one that has given our fandoms misleading ammunition to scold us and tear us apart. That's not who any of us are or how we decided to lead our fandoms as such we need to put an end to this.'

Looking around the table it's hard on my heart seeing the hurt in the eyes of people I care about. Bella has her arm wrapped tightly around her husband's shoulders. His head flopped to the side of her upper arm as he seeks comfort from her. Dom has Quinn pressed tightly to his side and Bryan is holding my hand. Something I hadn't realised until this moment.

'My recommendation is that we all go live on Insta and do a mini-press release. We don't do a tell-all and give them what they want as that's just rewarding their disgusting behaviours. But, we say what we need to without bashing anyone.'

Once I've finished I grab a cookie for myself, nibbling at the crunchy corners as I wait for someone to respond to my plan. It's never easy in situations like this when emotions are high like this. I might not have been hit the most by our fandoms but that doesn't mean I'm not hurting. I guess the difference is I've always been the person people have turned to. The one to give advice, guidance and comfort. I might be that for everyone around this table but I'm honestly the lucky one. I have someone who will forever and always put me above anyone else around this table, excluding our baby of course.

With his head tilted upwards towards the ceiling, he commands the room with his soft shaky voice. Even hurt his voice can control a room. 'I agree. We need to jump on this now before more articles are published. If we want the narrative to be in our control we don't have time to wait. That article has already had four hours of air time, fuelling the pompous fires in our supposed fans.'

With my temples crunching together causing a wave of nausea and pain I stumble back slightly, pulling away from Bryan and his hand.

'Baby?' He calls after me as I rush out of the room with a hand to my mouth. Using it as a plank of wood protects a window from anything escaping. I shake my head gently as I hurl myself around the toilet and vomit. My stomach rolled with morning sickness. It might not happen as often these days but when I do have spells they are aggressive and last for lingers periods of time.

After fifteen minutes and a few knocks on the bathroom door later I'm finally finished. Standing in front of the sink with my toothbrush inside my mouth. Brushing rapidly as I try to rid my tastebuds of the nasty taste.

'I'm going to come in, kitten. I've got you ginger ale and a cold flannel.' He tells me as he pushes open the door, his loving eyes settling on mine as he looks at me with love and sympathy. 'I hate not being able to take this symptom of pregnancy away from you' he confesses brushing some hair from my face as I spit into the sink. Wiping my mouth with a wet wipe.