Heiress ∣ Nate Archibald

Panic Roommate

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A wise woman once said that every morning when you wake up you say a little prayer. After all, you never know what your day may hold. From a warm goodbye to a chilly hello. From quiet solitude to surprise company. The day waits for no one.

"It's fashion week and my maternity line is debuting as a special feature; you can't possibly expect me to stay on bed rest." Ophelia ordered, rushing around her living room where the presence of a dozen models had taken their positions on podiums provided by the heiress. "Lia you have to listen to the doctor." Nate warned but his girlfriend brushed him off. "I've rested for two weeks now. One week of a little bit of strain won't make a difference." The heiress stated. "I'm just wondering how you managed to find this many pregnant models." Aspen joked, earning a glare from Nate before she returned to work quietly.

"Look, right now I feel fine and I promise I'll rest if I need too." Ophelia grabbed Nate's hands reassuringly, squeezing them and staring into his eyes before he finally caved. "Fine. Carrington, Aspen, if you notice even a slight sign of fatigue or discomfort kick her back to bed." Nate ordered the girls, smiling when they immediately agreed with his demands. "We've got this Archibald." Carrington confirmed, finishing the final measurements on one of the models standing before her. "I've gotta go meet up with Chuck and Spencer, I love you." 

Pressing his lips against his girlfriend's Nate reluctantly left Ophelia to her work, silently hoping she listened to his worries even with the tasks before her. "Okay, we need these designs finished before the W party tonight. Care, you're on the final measurements, if any adjustments need to be made Aspen can follow along behind you. I'm going to order room service, so everyone stays fed and energized." After distributing jobs to everyone Ophelia continued the piece of clothing in front of her, having designed an extra line to debut at the W party on her models. 

"Miss. Waldorf-Huntington." One of the models walked over to her, being careful not to move her dress so the pins didn't falter. "Is something wrong Maddie?". The heiress wondered, worried something went wrong with her design." No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to say I think it's really cool you're making a line for pregnant women, the options we have are practically non-existent." Maddie joked causing a smile to reach Ophelia's lips. "Thanks Maddie. It's time we let the world know pregnant women don't always want to dress like grandmas."

Falling into a comfortable laughter Maddie quickly returned to her podium to have the sides of her dress altered to match her growing bump whilst Ophelia took a moment to look around her, feeling a sense of accomplishment at what she'd managed to do in a short period of time. 

Looks like our favorite Upper East Sinners just found the answer to their prayers. Lucky for us, their road to heaven leads straight through hell.

Despite Nate's objections the couple found themselves walking down the carpet into the W party, posing for photographers who were shocked to see the heiress make an appearance before they finally walked inside. "One hour. Then you're back to bed." Nate ordered, worried his girlfriend had already overdone herself for the day. "That sounds like the perfect time for everyone to see these designs and then wonder where they've disappeared to." Spinning around in a circle to showcase the light green fabric that fell off her bump in a way that allowed discretion and easy highlighting Nate couldn't help but smile at his girlfriend.