DG X Reader: Pop Star

17. Tears

"I'm... pregnant." I whispered loud enough for the microphone to catch.

"Honey... that's amazing! Come here!" DG brought me into a hug and I began to cry.

I said I won't but it can't be helped.

DG made me look up at him and kissed me.

We're going off script.

He's really good at his job.

He pulled my hair out of the messy, professionally down bun and laid me on the couch, carefully getting on top of me and kissing my lips and neck.

I clung to his shirt tightly and buried my forehead into his shoulder.

"Aaand, cut!"

DG kissed my neck one final time and pulled away.

"That was amazing you guys! It was raw emotion! It was amazing acting skills!" The director smiled and everyone cheered.

I smiled and wiped away my tears.

"And that's all for today, have a goodnight everyone!"

I glanced at DG who walked over to the two ladies waiting for him.

He put his arms around their shoulders and walked away with them.

I turned and walked away.

Feeling so alone.

But I'm not alone.

I have my baby.

I smiled and rubbed my belly.

I have my little one with me.

And I need to tell my manager.

"WHAT!? HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?" He shouted, punching his desk.

"It was an accident."

"An accident!? Are you kidding me!? You're ruining your career over an accident!? Who's the father!?"

"I have no idea."

"No idea!? What do you mean you have no idea!?"

He continued to yell at me.

When I finally walked out of the office, I let out a groan.

I'm so tired.

I entered the elevator and closed my eyes.

I need this.

Just for a few seconds.

A few seconds is all I need.

It smells good.

It smells like DG.

I opened my eyes and noticed the scenery outside the window was flying past.

A leather jacket was on me and I looked over confused at the driver.

"DG?"

"What are you doing out and about if you're so tired, you fall asleep standing in an elevator?" He asked not taking his eyes off the freeway in front of him.

"I.... Huh? I did what? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."

"You need to be careful. What if you fell?"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

I feel like that's all I'm saying nowadays.

I'm sorry.

The people who I was forced to tell are all disappointed in me.

And I have to keep apologizing.

A silent tear fell from my eye and I rubbed my face.

I'm so tired.

He pulled into my driveway and we sat in silence.

I should get out now.

"Thank you, DG."

I opened the car door and started to get out.

My eyes widened and I turned to see him grabbing my hand.

"Get some rest." He said and let go of me.

"Yeah. Thanks."

I closed the door and took out my key.

I unlocked my door and stepped in.

I went up to my room, got undressed and cried in the shower.

This self pity needs to end.

I took a deep breath and stood up before turning the water off and stepping out.

Dry, dry, dry.

Dress, dress, dress.

Brush, brush, brush.

I pulled my song book out of the drawer and sat down.

After hours of writing songs, I found that I didn't like them.

They all seem like they're about DG.

I don't want to do that.

Shit, but they'd make good songs.

I wrote the music and wondered if I should write lullabies.

I know my fans might be confused but I need to write something for my baby... I wanna sing to my baby.