He's My Kryptonite

24. FML

• Camille

Fuck my life. Those are my exact feelings and thoughts right now. Candice had me and Gio out on the first plane of the fucking day, literally its 12 a.m. My hormones were high and I just wanted to cry at the thought of going back. Maybe it was the thought of Chris but either way I wasn't ready. He is going to figure me out, I just know he will. Giovanni never flew first class before so as soon as he sat down he fell asleep saying the seats are so comfortable. Me on the other hand couldn't get a lick of sleep.

This was such a dumb idea. I should of just told Candice I couldn't come and we would just have to plan through FaceTime. But then she wants me to get fitted for my dress, fuck by the time of the wedding I'll be as big as a ballon. I have no choice but to tell them. My fear is that things won't add up, I tell them I'm pregnant by Giovanni but I'm too far along. I groan sinking into my seat. I don't know if it was my hormones that made me scared but I just wanted to curl in a ball.

"What's wrong, Camille?" Giovanni spoke.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well your grip on my hand keeps getting tighter and tighter. Scared of flying, love?"

"No, I guess I'm just nervous."

"Nervous?"

"Listen," I took his hand placing it on my stomach. "Just for now this remains our little secret, my sister would kill me if she knew I was pregnant the same time as everything is supposed to be revolving around her. So I find it best if we just don't mention it."

Giovanni stated deeply into my eyes before nodding. A wave of relief came over me as he understood so easily. Before we knew it the pilot spoke through the plane announcing our landing. I bit the corner of my lip as we started to gather our things to exit the flight. Once we were out, I interlock my hand into Giovanni's as we followed the signs down to baggage claim. Where also a Pat was standing there holding a sign with my name on it. Spotting him I smiled walking over to him giving him a hug.

"Hey Pat," I spoke tiredly.

"What's going on, Camille? Long time no see." He replied, cutting his eyes at Giovanni who stood closely behind me. "Who's this?"

"His name is Giovanni, he is my boyfriend. Giovanni this is Pat, Chris' body guard."

"What's up?" Gio greeted, Pat chuckled.

"Camille? Dating a white guy? I can't believe it." He laughed taking our luggage. "He's French too?" He laughed harder taking us to the all black tinted escalade. I rolled my eyes not finding anything funny.

Giovanni shrugged not understanding the joke either, he reached and opened the door motioning for me to climb in. We both sat in the back while Pat loaded the suitcase in the trunk before getting into the driver seat. As he took his precious time, I laid my head on to Giovanni's shoulder with the same worries on my mind. Assuringly Giovanni wrapped his arm around me, making my eyes droopy from his warmth. In a matter of seconds I was sleep.

'Mommy! Mommy!' The two year old girl voice and petite footsteps echoed throughout the silent house. I watched as she slid through the crack door and jumped onto a king size bed.

It was a beautiful Christmas morning. The snow was falling lightly from the sky as usual but this Christmas was different. As I watched from the ice covered mirror, the little girl jumped up and down on the bed screaming mommy and daddy. Intrigued, I stepped closer hoping to get a better look.

'Kayla, baby, calm down. Mommy and daddy are awake.' Chris sat up groggily, pressing his back onto the headboard. The little girl smiled and leaped into his arms. Her giggles caused Chris to smile and the woman to finally sit up. It was Candice. The both smiled at the little girl who looked almost identical to them.