I saw the first commenters were my fanpages, the ones who always comments nice things under my pic and they're from all around the world. From Spain, Italy, France, Poland,Hungary, Germany and from Israel too.
Some of the comments: "OMG! Congrats!" "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you! And are you okay? Tell us everything!" and thousands and thousands like these. We posted it on Twitter too and the same reactions there.
We opened our presents, in the evening the Jorge brought in vine and as many glasses as we needed. He wanted to put vine in my glass but I thought I shouldn't drink vine.
-Don't pour in my glass -I said.
-Why? -asked Jorge.
-She mustn't drink anything like this because it's bad for her! -shouted Maca.
-Calm down, he didn't do anything. You know that men knows nothing about pregnancy... -I said and tried to calm her down.
-But it's not only bad for you, it's bad for the fetus! -she shouted at Jorge angrily. No voices for 3 minutes, everybody felt awkward, but most me. After opening all the presents we went back to the hotel. When we got there my phone connected to the wifi of the hotel and I couldn't do anything on it because everyone wrote me everywhere. They asked me about my pregnancy is real.
Okay, I didn't think everyone will be as excited as they are. In the evening Alba and Facu came to our room. Alba, Facu and Diego drunk vine but I don't.
-So, have you got any name ideas? -asked Facu.
-No -I laughed- we don't know it's gender, so we'll start thinking of names when we'll know it.
-But if you must say some now, what will be that some names? -asked Alba.
-I don't know, maybe Diego would be good, but: my husband Diego and and my son Diego hears strange -I laughed and they laughed with me.
-For me, maybe Jennifer but that's not a very 'Spanish' name, so I don't know -laughed Diego.
-And if a boy? -I asked him.
-Ohm...Domenico, but Domenico Dominguez hears strange too -he said.
-Maybe with a middle name? -said Alba.
-Yeh, that's a good idea -I said.
We went to sleep around 9pm. On the morning when we went down to the restaurant reporters came to me, asked questions and took photos.
-Tomorrow I'll be the on the cover of the newspapers -I said, had breakfast quickly and went back to our room. Next 2 days we did nothing really. Walked in the city, visited Tini everyday, idk why, but it was good. Her movie was done some days before Christmas and it'll be in the cinemas in 2016 may and I'm in the film so I'll come to Argentina at the premier of the movie. It will be interesting cause in may pregnancy will seem on me, I'm sure. But it will be cute, I love pregnant dresses. There are so cute.
On 27th December we sat in our plane and went back to Madrid. I don't know why did I think no one will care about the things we share on ig and Twitter...too much people cared. When we arrived at Madrid-Bajaras International Airport and wanted to go to our car I think 30 reporters came to us. They wanted to took pics of us but Diego stood in front of me and tried to protect me from them.
When we got home I lay down in our bed and started to moan. I was okay, I was only tired but Diego tought I'm not. I didn't know who's that and I didn't hear their conversation cause Diego went out of our room.
|Diego's POV|
When we got home from Buenos Aires we went home and I saw Clari's not okay so I called her doctor.
-Hi, it's Diego Dominguez. Have you got some minutes? -I asked with serious voice.
-Of course, how can I help you? -asked the doctor.
-Clari's not okay, I want to ask you for something -I said with sad voice.
-To what? -he asked with worried voice.
-Please say me what to do with her if she looks ill and things like this.
-Probably when you think she's ill she's okay, you just think that she's not. You don't have to worry, if she's really not okay she'll tell it to you. And I know you think it's bad for her, I mean pregnancy but it's not bad. She can do everything she did before, it's not bad for her. Don't worry about her cause she's okay -told the doctor.
-Ohm, okay. I'll try, thanks for help me -I said and took down the phone.
I went back to her.
|Clara's POV|
Diego came back.
-Who did you talk with? -I asked.
-Nobody really... -he answered.
-Really? Who was that?
-Your doctor. But he only said that you're okay and you can do everything you did before -I said.
-But why did you called him?
-I'm worried about you cause I love you and I want you to be okay -he said.
-Okay, I love you too
Okay, this chapter is a shit but I don't care xD. Comment opinions. Sorry for not updating for so long but I had no idea. Sorry.
Btw Merry Christmas Everyone
Lysm
