lies lies lies || book three

chapter eight

She didn't intend to sleep in the studio, but she had woken up magically in the bed knowing the magic bringing her to the bed was Morgan. But he wasn't in sight. His location showed him at the Home Depot for the last three hours. Men.

Laney looked at her closet and thought of what could conceal her bump. A newfound wardrobe problem that she wasn't fond of. She wasn't the most fashionable woman but she didn't want to look ugly at the designer fitting out of all places. Black was a slimming color so she opted for all-black and a brown fur coat.

She slipped on her Uggs and walked to the garage to get in her car and drive off. Morgan didn't even leave her a text saying he was leaving and was gone all day. She debated on calling him, but she didn't know how mad he truly was about last night.

He's a grown man.

"Hey?" Morgan asked.

"You've been at Home Depot for the last four hours," she stated as she put the car in drive and closed the garage behind her.

"Yes, I have. Our pool cover is broken from the snow," Morgan explained, "What have you been up to?".

"Oh thanks, babe," she softly said before readjusting back to her normal voice, "Well I'm going to the airport to head to New York".

"Darn it I just missed you then. I'm about to head back. Please be safe Laney. Call me when you get there and text me when you head back. Thomas is coming over to help me out," Morgan spoke.

Laney nodded, "Sounds good- wait. Does he know about the baby?".

"Not yet. Why?"

"Well, babe... with Lauren. Do you think it's too soon?"

"Hm... you make a point. I'll feel it out and then when you get back tomorrow we can have them over again. It'll be a two-day thing anyways," Morgan said.

Laney agreed before saying bye and hanging up and focusing on driving. The snow was thick but it wasn't brutal to drive in. She was nervous about potentially driving off the road by accident since the show plow clearly hadn't come in yet.

Reaching the familiar airstrip and landing on the one she was just visiting with Morgan was giving her warm memories of Rockefeller Center. Smiling to herself as she got in the car for the appointment, she looked out the window at all of the lights. Pulling up to what looks like an ordinary building in Brooklyn, she gets out of the car.

Walking in she noticed the modernization of the inside of the building compared to the outside. Woah. Everything from the strangely shaped lights to the receptionist section was high-end.

"Laney Wilson?"

"Laney Wallen but yes!" Laney smiled, it was weird having to correct someone for the name she went by her whole life.

"Fourth floor"

Laney walked to the elevator where the receptionist scanned her ID and pressed 4 on the elevator before letting her on. Standing still, she waited for the doors to open. It was more extravagant than she expected.

The bejeweled fabric of gold covered the floor with some sheer blue fabrics as well. Swiveling from the mannequin, she was faced with Mr. McQueen.

"Laney, welcome dear. How was your flight?"

"Thank you for having me. It was quick I took a nice nap," she said as he inspected her.

"So I'm going to take a few measurements and we can talk design," he smiled.

She nodded, "Um I'm going to be seven months pregnant at the Met Gala".

He looked at her with surprise, "Congratulations... I'll get some basic measures now".