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Myra hated keeping secrets. To her it felt wrong. Especially since she was hiding a big secret from possibly the most important man in her life other than her dad.
Michael suspected nothing. To him she acted the same as always. She got up in the morning, checked on Prince and got ready for what she had to do that day.
The same morning sickness she experienced with Prince showed no mercy on her this time around. She made sure Michael never noticed, wanting to keep this pregnancy a surprise until his birthday.
The cast of the new Star Wars movie was scheduled for a television interview. Ewan, Liam, Myra, Natalie and a few of the others were going to answer questions about the new movie and them some.
Shaylynn was relaying the details to Myra. Myra was forced to ait in a chair as one worked on her hair and another on her makeup. The woman who's name was Riley worked magic with thw curling iron while the other woman, Carrie, was a witch with a makeup wand.
Shaylynn, being the only one who knew of Myra's pregnancy at that time, made sure everything was kept short. Her tour rehearsals were shorter than normal, but it wasn't like anyone was complaining.
Riley was putting the finishing touches on Myra's hair. Carrie had finished Myra's eyes and was getting the lipstick she had chosen for her to wear.
Without warning for either of them, Myra hopped from the chair. She ran into the bathroom that was for the room. Shaylynn rushed after her to see Myra leaning over the toilet, emptying whatever she had eaten that day from her stomach.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shaylynn asked gently as Myra sat on the floor, back against the wall. Shaylynn flushed away Myra's vomit before she sat beside her.
She nodded without saying a word. She kept her eyes shut, leaning her head back. A thin sheet of sweat covered her forehead and she gently wiped it away so she didn't remove any makeup.
"I'm canceling this interview for you," decided Shaylynn, "This morning sickness is kicking your ass."
"Dont," croaked Myra, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," argued Shaylynn, "You have to stop doing this Myra. I dont want this to end up with you in the hospital again. You have to let yourself rest."
"I'm fine," she repeated, "And I'm doing this interview."
"I love you Myra, but you look like shit," Shaylynn commented.
