She's Just My Baby Momma B.E

Chapter 13

Billie pov

Today was the day we were landing in LA, and honestly, I was buzzing with excitement. All I could think about was reuniting with Dani, seeing Chloe, and witnessing Dani's baby bump firsthand. But there was a pang of unease in my gut—I hadn't heard much from Dani lately. In fact, communication between us had dwindled to almost nothing in the last week or two of the tour.

Naira and I had been closing up the last two shows together, and the response from the fans had been incredible. It was a whirlwind of emotions for me, stepping back onto the stage without Dani by my side for the first time in my career. And then there was that kiss with Naira—the kiss that set social media on fire.

Everywhere I looked, there were rumors and speculations about Naira and me being together. People were making edits and posting them on Instagram and TikTok, dissecting every moment we shared on stage. Sometimes, I found myself scrolling through these posts, unable to resist the allure of the gossip. It was almost amusing to see how invested some fans were in our supposed relationship.

Amidst the excitement and the speculation surrounding Naira and me, there's a nagging sense of guilt gnawing at the back of my mind. What would Dani think if she saw all of this? Would she be hurt? Confused? Angry? The thought of causing her any pain fills me with a deep sense of regret and unease. Despite the fact that Dani and I haven't been together for months, I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying her somehow.

My team has advised me to keep quiet about the status of Naira and me publicly, suggesting that it's better for marketing purposes if the audience believes we're together. It's a strategic move, one that aims to capitalize on the buzz and speculation surrounding our on-stage chemistry. But behind the scenes, it's a different story—one filled with uncertainty and unanswered questions.

I wonder how Naira feels about all of this, especially with her attempts to rekindle things with her ex. Is she comfortable with the charade we're perpetuating for the sake of our careers? Or does she, too, harbor doubts and fears about the implications of our actions?

I genuinely am happy for Naira. She's a talented artist with a bright future ahead of her, and she deserves to find happiness and love in whatever form it may take. But as much as I try to suppress my own emotions, I can't deny the connection that exists between us. It's there in the stolen glances and the lingering touches, in the way our voices harmonize effortlessly on stage.

At first, I tried to keep my emotions at bay, protecting myself from the potential heartache that comes with developing feelings for someone in the spotlight. But as the tour progressed, it became increasingly clear that Naira felt it too, despite her insistence on keeping things casual.

Yet, even as I find myself drawn to Naira, I can't shake the lingering feelings I have for Dani. She's been a constant presence in my thoughts, a reminder of the love we once shared and the pain of our separation. If Dani were to take me back today, I know I would drop everything in a heartbeat. It wouldn't be fair to Naira, who has been nothing but kind and supportive throughout our time together.

Still, I can't deny that I'm open to the idea of exploring a relationship with Naira, if it's something we both want. I would be willing to give it a try, to see where it leads, as long as I can push aside thoughts of Dani and focus on the present.

But as the plane descends into LA, all I can think about is seeing Dani again, feeling a surge of longing and anticipation coursing through me.  My thoughts whirl with a myriad of emotions, each vying for dominance in the tumult of my mind. The familiar skyline of the city sprawls beneath us, a mosaic of lights that promises both excitement and uncertainty.

I steal a glance at Naira, who sits beside me, her features illuminated by the soft glow of the outside lights. There's a sense of camaraderie between us, forged through countless hours spent rehearsing, performing, and navigating the complexities of life on the road. But beneath the surface, there's a tension—a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken truths that linger between us.