Stargirl || CL16

Chapter 66

"Right, can't be that difficult" I said to myself quietly, we'd just bought the baby's new cot and since Charles is away this week on a business thing out in Maranello. Leaving the four month pregnant girl to build it all by herself, horrid I know. 

I'm joking obviously, he offered to do it when he got home, but in my mind my dads builder genes should be in me so I can do it easy peasy lemon squeezy, not gonna jinx it though. 

It was from Ikea so the instructions were barely intelligible, I rang George to do it with, I kept showing him stuff and he was being useless making me agitated and then I was glad I wasn't doing this with Charles, it would've ended in divorce before we could even get married. 

We've brought the wedding forward to two weeks, it's a challenge to try and get it done, but we've managed as of so far, I will not have anything breaking it before it even started. I gave up on George, switching up for one of my random playlists on Spotify, the first song to play from the phone was I Know You Want Me by Pitbull, my guilty pleasure. His music seriously bangs though no word of a lie. 

I had the instructions and all the parts laid out in front of me in an organised, I sat there for an hour and made sense of the instructions by re-writing them comprehensively with pretty highlighters. 

"Right I'm bored now" I got up, limping away from the half decorated baby's room, my foot had pins and needles. This always happens, I get everything prepared to do something like this and then I get bored before I actually get around to doing it. 

I promised myself I would lay down for half an hour, make myself lunch then get back to it. I sat on the sofa, getting comfy scrolling through all the channels, landing on some absolutely batshit telenovela, it was half an hour long and it was more to understand than my whole life. 

I could've easily binged that shit, but I chose maturity, bringing myself over to the kitchen. I made myself some potato waffles I managed to find in a shop in Coruna, they're no where near as good as the ones I ate as a child but with crap tonnes of barbecue sauce I can barely tell the difference. Once I'd eaten I hesitantly returned to the mess trying to make a start but using every excuse imaginable to not. 

I got it done eventually but it took me the whole day, and I would have to make Charles check it's actually stable before I put my baby in it. 

I had barely posted on Instagram since I found out about the baby, I want to have the wedding first then announce the pregnancy to the public, I know that if I properly posted my daily outfits and activities someone would figure it out and I'd end up being attacked by the paps. But I did feel like I was depriving my followers, so I did an Instagram live whilst I cooked up a storm. 

"Hello my loves, how are we all?" I said in a happy tone to the phone as I set it down on the counter tops, I stood for a second reading through the comments as they flowed in. "Right, I'm all on my lonesome this evening so I've got to fend for myself in the kitchen so I'm thinking Paella" 

Paella is one of the easiest dishes to cook up and if I do a big load I can keep it in the fridge and have it as meals until Charles get back. 

"I've been bored out of my mind all day today, I seriously need some crappy TV reccs, I was watching a telenovela earlier, made me forget how good shit tele is" I began chopping up the vegetables, giving the viewers a tutorial on the best way to chop a tomato without all the squish. "Someone just asked if I've watched Drag race, bitch please, I've been watched drag race, every US season, and all stars, and I'm watching the second season of season 2 UK" 

I fucking love drag race, I don't know why it's my favourite comfort programme, I think I've watched season 11 about ten times, purely for Silky and Miss Vanjie.