I sat at my desk, humming one of colsons songs. I had three weeks until the wedding and I was going to be picking up my dress soon. Kourtney placed the venue in her name so people wouldn't know about it. It's been hard trying to stay out of the public eye lately. According to the internet we broke up again because I didn't wear my ring for one day and deleted my social media. Last time I checked it was still there. I ended up posting a photo of Colson and I, making it known nothing was wrong. I logged back into my Twitter to see the photo.
I reposted once again from the internet because they didn't need any personal photos of us. Colson and I decided to keep us to just us. It pissed off alot of different sources because I would reuse their photo. The latest story was that when he was gone I cheated on him with a delivery guy. It wasn't even me.
"Luna"? Josh asked.
I set my phone down and looked up at him from my desk.
"I loved the last email. Those pictures are great. Do you have Colson's shoot"? He asked.
I nodded and handed him the iPad. He walked over and sat on the chair across from me. I haven't sent them yet because my magazine and Billboard are fighting over them. We agreed to let me have them while they write about it. Since I started the magazine this would be the first artist that I called mine to post so now my soon to be husband will be my first cover.
Josh turned the iPad around and smiled showing me the one picture. "This is my favorite one, you can tell he's comfortable with you taking them".
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"He likes to be involved". I said, it's not that Colson is completely committed to taking the photo, we just trust one another to make it look good.
"Is he cutting the hair soon"? Josh asked and went to the next picture and showed me.
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"What's wrong with his hair. I like it". I sighed.
Lately I've been moody because of these pains. It's not a noticeable pain until it is one. I pushed on my side and Josh set the iPad down.
"I like it too. Sorry"? He said and I shook my head.
"Sorry, I just don't feel good". I said and he nodded.
"You look a little pale". He said and I nodded. "You can go if you need to". He said.
"I will, once I finish this". I said.
He nodded and walked to the door.
"Okay, if you need me let me know". He smiled and walked out.
I nodded and continued my email from eariler. I just needed the day to end.
* I was walking out of the office when I had another pain, this time I clenched over, holding my stomach. Some paparazzi took photos. Of course
Bobby walked over to me and hid me from the cameras.
"Luna"? He asked and held my arm.
"Ugh, just take me home please". I whispered.
He nodded and walked me to the car.
I wonder if Colson was home? I grabbed my phone once I got into the car and dialed his number. Rook answered.
"Luna, whats up doll". He spoke
"Is he around"? I asked
"In the booth, do you want him"? He asked.
"No, just tell him I called". I said and hung up quickly.
Once inside the car Bobby took me home. I held my stomach as the pain went away. "Fuck". I groaned.
"Luna, you need a hospital". Bobby said and I shook my head.
"No, just a warm bath". I hissed as I was finally able to breath.
We pulled into the driveway and I didn't wait for the car to be put into park.
"He's on his way, he just texted". Bobby yelled over as I was at the door.
I walked in to see John in the kitchen making a sandwich. Bobby walked in behind me and stopped at the steps.
"Hey guys, I'm going to lay down. I don't feel so good". I said.
Both men nodded as I made my way up the steps. I slowly walked into the room and held my stomach. I've always had bad periods but this was worse. I wasn't on it. I took off my heels and laid down on the bed, holding my stomach. Another pain rushed through me and I groaned.
"Okay, I can't lay down". I whispered and stood back up.
I got really hot and took my dress off, leaving me there in my bra and underwear. I grabbed a pair of Colson's boxers and slipped them on Instead. My breath hitched in my thoat and hunched over.
"Fuck". I hissed and grabbed my phone.
I dialed Colosns number.
"Hey angel". He answered.
I felt myself start to cry.
"What's wrong"? Panic went through his voice.
"Can you come home? Somethings wrong". I whispered and hunched over again.
"I'm on my way. Are you okay"? He asked.
I looked down to see blood running down my legs.
"No". I cried and sat the phone down as I walked into the bathroom.
I could hear Colson yelling on the other end of the phone as I cleaned my self up. "I'm fine"! I yelled so he wouldn't panic. In all reality I wasn't.
I yelped out as another wave of pain went through me, clenching my lower stomach.
"Please get home"! I yelled and turned on the bath.
I stripped down and got into the tub, letting the warm water calm my stomach. I screamed out again, this time Bobby and John running in but covered their eyes as I sat there naked.
"Luna"? John asked.
"Just get me Colosn". I cried and the pain got worse.
They both ran out of the room as the water now covered me. I covered my face, sobbing. What the hell was going on? I turned to my side and pulled my legs up to my chest.
"Luna he's almost home, about two minutes". John said from outside of the bathroom.
I yelled out again, the pain getting less as it went but worse. Seconds later Colson ran in.
"I have an ambulance outside. Let me help you". He said and helped me out of the water.
I looked down to see a light orange color to the water and felt sick. Colson put his robe around me as he walked me down the steps. Amara held a bag for him of my things as she grabbed my other hand to walk me down the steps. She had a sad expression to her face, wiping a tear from her eye.
Colson walked me outside and over to the ambulance.
"Hi miss Baker. I'm Tiffany. I'm gonna check you out on the way to the hospital". She said and helped me in the back.
Colson got in and sat on the bench as I got up into the gurnee and he grabbed my hand. This can't be good.