It's too late

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Two weeks have passed since I found out that I was pregnant. That meant..I had to go back to recording The Voice. 

And the worst part..I had to see Adam, and I bet he will try to speak to me.

I don't know what I'll do. I guess I'll just ignore him and pretend he's not there.

Matty took me to the set, he has been acting all overprotective lately. You know, because of the baby. It's SO cute tho.

He pulled over in front of the building.

"I'll pick you up in 3 hours babe. Take care!"

He said as he started the car and left.

I sighed as I got in the building.
I walked into the elevator and pressed second floor.

Then a hand stopped the doors from closing. Great..this scene looks familiar.
You've got to be kidding.

He looked at my face, then to the floor, then to my face and then back to the floor.

I just started playing with my nails and pretended he was a stranger.

I could tell he was nervous, he couldn't stop moving his leg. He always does that when he's nervous.

When the doors opened again on the second floor, I got out as fast as I could but he grabbed my arm.

"Chris.."

He said.

"Save it"

I shook my arm and kept walking.

I entered the set and went straight to my trailler, I didn't even bother to turn around to see if he was behind me.

I just got in and closed my door.

He must be out of his mind. After what he did to me..he thinks he can just..talk to me like that?!

After my makeup, hair and clothes were done, I got out of the trailler to grab a drink in the cafeteria.

I ran into Blake..and of course Adam was with him.

"Hey lil sis! Missed ya"

Blake said hugging me.

"Me too"

I smiled.

Adam just looked at me.

"Hi Adam"

I said it in the coldest way. I looked at him for one second. That's all he'll get from me. He doesn't deserve more.

"Hi.."

He whispered.

I kept walking to order a green tea.

"There you go Miss Aguilera"

The young man gave me my cup of tea.

"Thank you"

I grabbed the cup and when I turned around he was right behind me.

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