Ariana Grande, the pop queen of our generation, had just finished filming the highly anticipated "Wicked" and released her latest hit song, "The Boy Is Mine." In need of a brief break, she decided to spend a weekend with her best friend, Courtney Ch...
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Ariana's POV
It's 7am, and I'm currently hugging the toilet, throwing up. This morning sickness is the worst. I really hope I'm not waking Y/n up with all this noise. I flush the toilet, stand up, and walk over to the mirror. I wash my face, reach for my toothbrush, and start brushing my teeth. As I look at myself in the mirror, I lift my shirt and gently rub my still-flat stomach. I still can't believe I'm pregnant. It's surprising, especially since I'm on the pill, and Y/n still managed to get me pregnant.
I smile again as I remember her face, how she started to smile and tear up when she realized the picture she was looking at was the ultrasound of our baby. She couldn't stop staring at it, her eyes glistening with happy tears. We both sat there, completely overwhelmed with emotion, holding each other and imagining what our future would be like as parents.
As I finish brushing my teeth, I hear a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Ari, you okay?" Y/n's sleepy voice calls out. I open the door to see her standing there, her hair tousled from sleep, concern etched on her face.
"I'm fine, just morning sickness," I say, trying to sound reassuring. She steps closer and wraps her arms around me, her warmth instantly making me feel better.
"Come back and lay down with me," she whispered to me.
"What time do you need to get ready for work?" I asked as we walked back to the bed.
"I have an hour until I need to get up," she told me, pulling me back into her arms. I lay there, listening to her heartbeat with my head resting on her chest. I felt her fingertips gently tracing patterns on my skin. Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but reflect on my past relationships, all the ones that failed. I'm no longer in my 20s, no longer young and naive. I used to jump into relationships first and ask questions later, but Y/n is different. From the first night I saw her, I knew she was special. I was drawn to her in a way I'd never felt before. Maybe Vic and Court were right about love at first sight.
"Ari?" I heard Y/n say, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?" I responded, a bit dazed.
She chuckled softly. "Oh, sorry, you were falling asleep."
I smiled and nestled closer to her. "Guess I was lost in my thoughts."
"Good thoughts, I hope," she said, her fingers still gently stroking my skin.
"Very good thoughts," I assured her. "I was just thinking about everything that has happened in my life and about the first night I saw you."
I felt Y/n kiss the top of my head. "Let's have a nice dinner tonight," she told me.
"I would love that," I said with a yawn, feeling myself drifting back to sleep.
