Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

2. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

2. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

Once we both finished packing for the trip, we headed to the airplane. Of course I was nice and washed up for it. I mean, after all who would want to be sticky a whole ride through? Sure as hell not me. 

I calmed down after finding out about him and her. With loads of help from Joe. Course, I never told him the reason I was upset in the first place, he just knew something was bothering me.

From the back of my mind, I hoped I would see Cristiano again. Just to give him a nice good kick in the nuts. I shivered at the thought I let that dirt touch me. Joe turned his head to look at me, noticing my movement.

"Cold?" He asked. I could never lie to him, but I kept my mouth shut and shook my head. He smiled before closing his eyes. We were the only ones in the jet. Both of us were tired, and I'm positive the moment we open our eyes, we'll both be memorizing more lines from the movie. 

Our filming was close to an end. Thank goodness. It's tough work, this was my first real lead role. I had several minor roles in other movies that I was credited for though. Since my parents are friends with Brad Pitt I would get tiny roles in a couple of his films. Like in 'Inglourious Basterds,' I was a waiter at that big party scene. I take what I could get, aha. It's actually pretty nice that he would do that for me.

Let's see this month is December, next month is a new year. How many more months till filming ends? No idea. But it's almost over I know that much! July 8th would be the premiere date. I'll be thin by then... Shit. What if filming wasn't over by then? I'm most definitely going to be fat by then! Oh shoot, and now I have to get everyone I know a Christmas present. Ohhh, lick my nuts.

I got up from my seat the second I felt bile coming back up my throat. For a split second I checked to see if I had woken up Joseph, but thankfully I didn't. Sighing in relief for the slightest moment knowing I hadn't woken him, till I remembered why I got up, and then I ran to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, and kneeled in front of toilet. Opening my mouth, I let the vomit come out freely, and fall into the toilet. I tried to kept it as quiet as possible, but that really didn't happen.

In the middle of my business, a loud knock came at the unlocked door. Knowing who it was I slid my foot over to close it just before he could open it some more. The door shut on his face and I could hear him leaning his body against the door. I continued vomiting some more, as he waited quietly.

"What's up?" He asked in a voice that was half concerned, and have annoyed. This had been going on for a several weeks with him after we moved in together. But in truth, it's been happening for months. I wasn't stupid, I knew I was pregnant. I just hoped I didn't show an symptoms of it too easily. No one else knew I was pregnant. Not my Mom, Dad, hell not even Mari knows.

"Nothing." I croaked out. I tasted the nasty leftovers in my mouth. I made a gagging face to myself as I looked in the mirror. I turned on the faucet, letting the water run down, cupped my hand and collected some in it. Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I took the water and gargled it. Even after spitting the taste was still there.

The door opened and I saw Joe looking at me through the mirror. His eyes held anger. Anger that I'm not trusting him with whatever's wrong with me. I couldn't look at him any longer and went to get some more water. For a jet bathroom, it was large. After the second gargle the taste was almost gone. Taking a quick glance at him, he was still standing a little behind me with his arms crossed over his chest. I grabbed a new toothbrush and Colgate, and started to brushing my teeth. 

Joseph slowly walked behind me and reluctantly put his hands on my waist shortly after I finished cleaning my mouth. He brought himself closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder, now hugging me around my waist. We just stood there like that for awhile.

What was it that made me vomit? I only do that during morning sickness, or whenever I smell tuna. Was it being so high up the sky? Thinking about potentially ruining my career by being pregnant? No more acting for awhile. No more Victoria's secret modeling for awhile. Or was it because you were going to let down your Dad if filming didn't finish before to got fat. That he would have to replace his own daughter with another actress to finish the movie. 

Or did you puke because of that split second you thought about abortion?

Yes. That's what got me. The thought of ending a life that wasn't even allowed to live it was just disgusting. But it all depended on how yo think of it right? It could be a life form when it started growing it's little feet and hands? No, it's alive once the sperm and the egg meet. I wouldn't be able to being myself to it either way. Abortion is murder.

"Hey, hey." Joseph let go and turned me around. His hands were now on shoulders, and he had a worried look on his face. It was only when he raised his hand, and wiped a tear coming down my cheek with his finger, I knew I was crying. "Don't cry I'm here." He gave me that breathtaking smile. I embraced him when he opened his arms almost immediately. He continued to comfort me as I cried.

"Shit. I'm getting you wet." I let go and said as I noticed the wet spot where my tears were. "I'm so sorry." Joseph laughed and shook his head. 

"Don't apologize for that." He waved his hand off, as if dismissing it. Wrapping his arm over my shoulder, he led us back to our seats. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked waiting.

I inhaled heavily before taking a drink from the water he handed to me when we sat down. I nodded, knowing I had to tell somebody now or later. So I decided to make it now, and with Joe. He waited patiently as I built up the courage to tell. I held my hands over his, and just waited for one more minute.

"I-" I stopped. Should I tell him straight out? What is his reaction going to be? Would he break up with me? "I'm pregnant." 

I waited for a reaction, but the look on his face told me to go on. He knew there was more to that than just what it was. I inhaled once more, taking my time to exhale.

"The father..." I drifted a little. the father. I hadn't thought about him since leaving. Of course, given the circumstances why should I? I left him. "Is...Fernando Torres."

Did I know that for a fact? No. But he should be the father right? I wanted him to be. He was better than that mother-fucking son of a bitch Ronaldo. If this baby's Ronaldo's...I might just cut his dick off. I wouldn't do anything to myself or the baby. 

I half expected for him to pull his hands away from mine, or for him to call me a bad word. But he didn't. He just sat there. I was kind of annoyed he didn't react.

"Are you dead? What you can't react?" I felt my hormones acting up. 

"Have you talked to him?" He asked after a moment of silence. I meekly shook my head. That wasn't a lie. I had talked to Fernando, just not about THAT.

"And before you go on, I hadn't talked to Cristiano Ronaldo about it also. Please don't think of me as a slut, I would hate it if you did think of me as that. When I had sex with Fernando I was drunk! I wasn't thinking straight. With Cristiano it wasn't just a fling, we had something. Key word is 'had.' As in, in the past tense. No more. Obviously since I'm with you, and he's with Paris. I don't want to lose you. I mean come on your amazing. I-"

Joseph shut me up by pressing his lips against mine. I kissed back with the same amount of passion he gave me. I let go of his hands to wrap my arms around his neck, as his went around my waist, pulling the bot of us closer together. This truly was a nice way to tell me to shut the hell up. Our lips moved together in a familiar pattern. I don't think we've ever kissed too differently. I mean with Cris we- 

What the fuck are you thinking?! Have you gone coo coo bananas! Forget about that cock sucker forever! 

We pulled away for breath, and we just started laughing out of nowhere. That's what I loved about him. He was nice, sweet, comfortable, and funny. Why would I want something different? He opened his arms once more, and I hugged him, burying my face in his chest.

"I'm here for you." Joe said reassuringly, as he rubbed my back.

And I believed him .