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Almost a month had passed, and Jordan still hadn't spoken to her. On multiple occasions, he'd call, send her novels over text, and her show up to her work, but nothing, it was like she disappeared. Desirée was already 39 weeks pregnant. With a dropped stomach, she could give birth any day, giving Jordan less time to achieve his goal. Desirée was on her first day of maternity leave, and it wasn't as relaxing as she'd imagine. Feet hurting, back hurting constantly needing to pee, she felt like a watermelon. Kai and Kotoni had the day off, so Vaitiare had proposed the idea to go to the beach. "So much for hot girl summer," Desirée said, the sun hitting her tanned skin.

"Shut up, you still look amazing," Vaitiare aggressively reassured. Kai, being the overprotective brother he is, was constantly on the watch of Desirée. He kept her bag everywhere they went, always got her favourite snacks, and was constantly checking up on the girl. "Kai," the girl called to her older brother, immediately whipping his head around. "Can you come take pictures please?" He groaned in response, knowing that the easy '5 minutes' he was promised was going to turn to 5 hours. The two girls posed in their bikinis, Kotoni laughed at Kai's frustration from the two girls and their orders on angles and lighting. "Babe, can you take some too?" Ti asks as he stands there in disbelief.

After some time passes Desirée decides to sunbathe while the other three go for a swim. These past few weeks, worry had begun to fill the girls' minds. Was she making the right choice? What if she won't be a good monther? Should she have tried to call Jordan again? But it all just seemed too late. Too late to undo it all. It's too late to go back. What's done is done, the wavy haired girl thought to herself. Her plan was to do baby's passport and go back down to nz. Whether it be Taupō or Christchurch, she didn't want to stay in Brisbane any longer.

Yet another unanswered phone call from Desirée. At this point, it felt like he was calling just her voice from the voicemail. She'd blocked him, and he knew there was just a small part in him that he believed she was going to unblock, and he didn't wanna miss that chance. He was thankful that Kai was willing to help him with the littlest information, her whereabouts, daily plans, their address, or even who she's with. As much as he felt like a stalker he needed to talk to her. He called one more time, voicemail. The second rower ran a hand through his hair as stressed, looking through his messages to see if she even read one. Then his phone rang.

"Yo," Jordan said over the phone. "Hey Jords, you up for a couple of drinks tonight?" He heard Reece ask over the phone, as 'tempting' as it sounded alcohol had not entered the guys mind since suspecting he was going to be a father. "Nah, I'm all goods, have something I need to sort out," he explains over the phone. "Something or someone?" The fullback questioned jokingly. "Shut up... a bit of both," he let out a breathy chuckle, trying to cover up the hint of worry in his voice. "Is this about Kai's sister?" Reece questioned, a hint of concern hanging in his voice. Jordan sighed over the phones "Uh- Yeah." "Don't stress over it too much bro, it'll work out," his mate reassured. "Thanks, g," Jordan said over the line. "All goods brother, just let me know how it goes," He responds over the phone before hanging up .

He sat in his apartment thinking of what to do. The Maori athlete grabbed his car keys and went to his ute. If she's not going to answer, his next best plan was to rock up there. Jordan dialled Kai's phone number over his vehicle bluetooth, no answer. Jordan was 2 minutes away, and still nothing from Kai, even after 4 missed calls. Fuck it, looks like he was just going to wing it. He parked outside the complex and then walked in. Their car park wasn't empty. He went up the elavator when he was met with a familiar face.

She smiled at the at the guy who entered her room shirtless and puffed out. He lay next to her, maybe letting her one nightstand spend the day with her wasn't so bad. Monique ran her hand through his hair as he met her eyes, giving the blonde haired girl a kiss. "So what was your name again?" She asked, pulling away. He scrunched his face in disbelief. They'd been in bed together for almost a day, surely she'd known by then. "Matiu." He sighed, getting up to go grab some water. "Mat?" She questioned cluelessly. "That's works," he shook his head, smiling at himself, thinking that maybe he would have a chance with this girl. "So exotic, where's it from?" She shouted from her room. "New Zealand. Māori for Matthew," he reminded her for the 3rd time that day.

He handed her a bottle before grabbing all his clothes. "Leaving already, you don't want another round?" She asks, sitting up on the bed next behind him. "I have work tomorrow," he replied, putting his shirt on. "Fine be like that then," she argued all of a sudden, catching him by surprise at the change of character. Nobody has ever said no to another round with her, apart from Jordan, but he got the exception. "You probably have some slut waiting for you at home," she said getting up to wear her robe. "No, it's not like that. I really do have work tomorrow," he explained, trying to escape her false accusations. " So you want me then," she faced him, trying to pull off an innocent. "Listen, if I didn't have a lot on my plate, I would, but -" "shh, you talk too much," she shuts him up with an aggressive kiss.

"Monique, I really can't stay the night," he explained nicely. "Ugh, go back to whatever ugly whore you have at home," she blurted out, walking to the door and opening it. To tired to argue, he walked out into the hall where he saw a familiar face. "Matiu?" He said a slight smile growing on his face. "Jords" The two pulled each other into a bro hug, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey Jordy," Monique waved at the door, which Jordan happily ignored, walking Matiu into the el. "Aw of course you know her, casanova," he joked, referring to him as his old nickname before he began dating Desirée. "When did you get here?" The second rower asked, pressing the button to close the elavator, stop any other coincidences occurring.

"I moved here 2 months ago, I was going to call you and Kai, but I got busy," he explained. "I can see that," Jordan says as they both laugh. "You stay here too?" Matiu questions, exiting the elavator. "Nah, I live 10 minutes away. Kai lives here, though." Jordan walks him to his car that was parked behind his ute. "Oh really, you still with Desirée?" He questioned, getting in. "We'll have to catch up another time, aye g," he explained before they bid their goodbyes. Jordan mentally cussed himself out as he realised that Monique and Desirèe were living in the same complex on the same floor. "Fucking hell," he swore under his breath. "Did you miss me, Jordy," he jumped, at her sudden presence leaning against his car.

"It's Jordan, and please leave me alone," he pleaded, trying to get into his car. "Jordy please, I'm lonely," she looked at him as if she didn't just fuck his friend. "Can you please leave me the fuck alone," he said sternly. She stepped away from the door to try and place a hand on him. He dodged and opened his car instead. "Leaving, already we didn't even get to have fun yet," she says after he turns the ignition, winding his window down. "I'm going to say this once, I don't want you or anything to do with you. You must be really self absorbed and desperate to think my only priority is fucking you. I'm done with all this bullshit." Monique stood there in disbelief as she watched the grey ute drive away.

Before she could walk back to her apartment, she noticed the SUV that pulled up to the entrance. A guy and a pregnant woman exited both bidding goodbye to whoever had dropped them off. She let them walk ahead of her. Something seemed familiar about the girl, but Monique just couldn't put her finger on it. Where had she seen her before? It didn't take the blonde haired girl long before she was creating a beeline to her apartment. She picked up her phone and opened instagram immediately. Jordan's user was the first when she searched. She scrolled through his following before she reached the same account she found on his phone a couple of months ago. 'This must be his new bitch he knocked up' she thought to herself, wearing a smug smirk. And just like that, Monique had conjured up a plan.

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