Six Years After The Bet

30. Abby & Troy

Nerves. We've all experienced them, but I don't think like this before. The last time I saw Jordan was three hours ago. I've been going over what I'm supposed to do in my head, but the more I think about it the more nervous I get and the more I mess up what I'm supposed to do.

"Abby, sweet heart!" Charity comes around the corner, smiling like we're best friends.

I stand up out of my chair abruptly, causing whoever who's doing my hair to sigh in frustration. I walk over to Charity, meeting her halfway.

"I can't do this." I say.

She laughs what I just said off, grabbing me by the arm and signaling to my hair dresser that we'll be right back.

"Honey, we're doing this for you, Jordan, and your baby. If you don't do this, imagine what this will do to you and Jordan."

I look around at everyone, most of the people just doing their jobs and not even caring about who is going to be on TV today. She's right, but I feel like this will do more damage than it will help. Why couldn't we have just tried the private thing first?

"Will this be the last talk show?" I ask.

She places her hands on my forearms, giving me a fake smile. I can tell she's annoyed with me, but she's not going to say anything because I'm Jordan's girl.

"I can't promise that, but what I do promise is that everything I do will be in everyone's best interest. I'm going to protect you, Jordan, and your baby." She says.

I look down at my stomach. I haven't even started showing yet. I look back up at her and nod my head. That makes her smile, knowing that I'm not going to back out of this. Her phone starts to ring and she answers it while putting one finger up at me. She seems to stay busy all the time.

Jordan rounds the corner, rushing over to me as soon as he sees me. He embraces me first before putting his lips on mine. All the nerves go away for a moment and are replaced with butterflies. The good kind.

"Hey, how you feeling?" He rubs up and down my arms.

"A little nervous. Any advice?" I ask, trying not to seem so antsy.

"For one, calm down. I'll be doing most of the talking, but if she happens to turn the questions to you, just be yourself." He says.

"I'm not like you, Jordan." I look down and he puts his fingers on my chin, lifting my head back up.

"You're perfect just the way you are. They're going to love you. Just like I do. You can do this. If you freeze up, just look at me." One of the guys working backstage gives us a ten minute warning, letting us know we need to be in our places.

Jordan places a kiss to my forehead before looking me in the eyes for a moment. "You're going to do great."

He gives me an encouraging smile before going to the side of the stage he's going to enter from. I breathe heavily, trying to be as calm as possible. The doctor told me to avoid all stressful situations and Charity goes and put me on live TV where millions of people are going to be watching me. Happy thoughts, Abby. Happy thoughts. You're doing this for your baby.

"Quiet everyone. We're on in five, four, three, two..." The director says and music begins to play while Monica enters onto the stage from behind some curtains. You can tell by the way she walks she's plastic.

I stare up at the TV that's backstage to get a better view of what's going on out there. Monica waits for the screaming crowd to die down before she starts her little monolog.

"Today we have such a great show for you guys today. We have a musical guest performance by Chris Brown. I know, I know." She smiles as the crowd erupts into chaos at the mention of Chris Brown. I'm not going to lie, I did a little bit of fangirling when I heard Chris was in the building.