DG X Reader: Pop Star

25. Contracts

I looked through my schedule.

I still have a few more things to film with DG.

This show is in its final episodes so I won't have to be kissing him for that anymore.

But Deigo paused some music videos when I told him I was pregnant. I tried to pause them first but my manager didn't wanna listen to me.

I scrolled to the next page.

Game show... interviews... meet and greets...

All this was planned before we found out about Birdie so now I'm stuck having to see him nearly everyday due to the contracts.

I was in love with that man...

I glanced at DG who was talking to Matt in character as they filmed.

I rubbed my breasts.

I need to pump, but I can't move until they finish this long ass scene.

"And cut!"

I stood up from my chair and locked my phone.

"YN, can we talk?" DG walked up to me.

I was in pain and in no mood to talk to him.

"Not now." I turned and hurried away.

After pumping, I felt much better and the pain went away.

I put the milk in the mini fridge and fixed my shirt.

I made sure I looked okay before opening my door, just to find DG there ready to knock.

"Oh... I was just about to..."

I raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat.

"Can we talk?"

I poked my head out and looked around. No one else was there.

I stepped aside and he walked in.

The door clicked as it closed and I turned to see him looking at the pumping machine.

"Please don't touch that." I said and sat on the bed.

"Sorry."

"What do you need?"

He examined my face.

"Are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I raised an eyebrow and noticed a little bit of milk and spilled on the bed.

Shit, that'll stain.

I dug through my bag and found a stain remover pen.

"You seem more uptight today."

My eye twitched but I focused on the stain.

"Well, I'm a single mom. I have responsibilities and I'm tired. Not to mention I miss my child. Why do you care anyways?"

He stared at me.

"Make yourself useful and get me some water." I said as I examined the residue.

"What's this?"

I looked over and saw him holding one of the bottles of breast milk.

"Water from the sink! Gimme that!" I snatched the bottle from him and slammed it down in the fridge shelf.

I closed the door and grabbed a napkin, wet it in the bathroom sink and went back to the bed to wipe the stain.

He just stood there, not making a sound.

"I might be a slut, but at least I'm not useless as a fork in a sinking boat...

Uh... what does that even mean???

"So Crystal told you."

I gripped the sheets in anger.

"I don't care about that anymore." I turned to glare at him. "But calling my daughter a mistake? A MISTAKE?! She may not have been planned, but she is the BEST thing to happen to me! I let you walk away. I didn't out you as her father. I didn't make you pay a cent in child support, I'm not asking you to have a relationship with her, even though I know there's going to be a day she asks where her father is. But respect her! You don't have to consider her yours, but I WON'T let you disrespect my daughter."

"I didn't mean it like that."

I gritted my teeth.

Then I smiled.