Harper Stirling is a artist, a well known one at that, ends up pregnant..like 14 weeks pregnant. And one night at her artshow's she meets a talented singer, Reneé Rapp, who she grows to like.
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Harper's POV(narrative)
Harper's nerves were frayed as she stood in front of the grand gallery doors, her palms moist with anticipation. Tonight marked a pivotal moment in her career as an artist-an art show that would either elevate her to new heights or leave her vanishing into the abyss of forgotten talents. The weight of the occasion pressed heavily upon her, amplifying the discomfort she already felt from the persistent waves of morning sickness.
As she adjusted her vibrant, flowing dress to accommodate her burgeoning baby bump, Harper couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn her life had taken. Just fourteen weeks ago, she had discovered that she was pregnant, a revelation that sent ripples of both joy and trepidation through her being. The timing couldn't have been worse, or maybe it was simply the universe playing a wicked joke on her.
Her manager, who had been consistently indifferent to her artistic vision, had insisted on organizing this show, much to Harper's chagrin. She longed for the freedom to curate her own exhibitions, to showcase her art in a way that truly resonated with her soul. But for now, she had to put her reservations aside and focus on the task at hand-the art show that held the potential to shape her future.
Gracie, her manager, entered the room with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and confidence. "Hey, darling, you ready?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.
Harper let out a soft chuckle, feeling a surge of gratitude for Gracie's unwavering support. She glanced at her manager, her hand instinctively moving to rest atop her growing belly. "No," Harper admitted, her voice laced with both vulnerability and determination. "But I'll try."
Gracie nodded understandingly, her expression filled with reassurance. "Well, the show starts in twelve minutes, so take all the time you need to prepare," she advised, her voice gentle yet firm. She leaned in and planted a fluttery kiss on Harper's cheek, a gesture of affection that conveyed both love and encouragement.
Harper smiled gratefully, her heart warmed by Gracie's unwavering belief in her talent. She turned on her heels, her mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming show. The weight of her pregnancy seemed to momentarily fade into the background as she focused on the task at hand-the opportunity to share her art with the world.
Taking a deep breath, Harper walked toward the private space she had designated as her sanctuary within the bustling gallery. The room was adorned with her works-in-progress, sketches, and a few personal mementos-a visual representation of her journey as an artist. It was here that she found solace, where she could find her center amidst the chaos of the art world.
As she settled into the makeshift studio, Harper closed her eyes, allowing the familiar smells of paint and creativity to envelop her senses. She let her hands glide over the canvas, feeling the texture of the brush against her fingertips. A surge of inspiration coursed through her veins, fueling her determination to create something extraordinary.
