Secret Mistake

12.

That's Bria & Gia— two pain in the asses lol

GIA POV

"Oh my god I needed that vacation! Mexico was better than I thought" Bria said.

"Maybe for you it was... never eating food again" just remembering the sickness I felt was painful.

"I've never seen someone vomit so much before. Luckily the people at the hospital was able to help you".

"True at least Delano won't know about this at all" I stared at Bria making sure she got what I said.

"Oh yeah why would I tell him? I can imagine he's pissed at the fact you went outside the country and the baby is fine anyway".

Once the taxi stopped at Bria's place she hugged me and got out to get her luggage. I was tired. Nevermind the flight but along being pregnant it's exhausting. The taxi came up to my place I smiled and got out getting my luggage. Making my way to my place. I missed my bed!.

Walking inside I placed my keys on the table. "Where the fuck are my things? Don't tell me I got robbed again?" I whined.

"No you didn't... all your stuff is at my place" Delano said making me jump dropping my phone.

"Jesus!!! How the hell did you get in here?" I held my chest as I tried to catch my breath.

"The real question is why didn't you tell me you were going to Mexico?" He took a seat at the table.

"Because I don't have to tell you everything" who does he think he is?. He put his head between his hands and rubbed his fingers through his hair.

"Gia let me inform you... now you're my business. So anything you do I need to know". Rolling my eyes I left my bag on the table and went into my room where everything was missing!.

"Where's my stuff?!" I yelled. Coming out of my room I see him looking at a piece of paper. Shit!. He turned to look at me "What is this?".

"Nothing" I grabbed the paper and my stuff. "Where's my things?".

"You were sick in Mexico and had to be hospitalized?!. And you didn't think that was important to tell me?!" He yelled.

"I'm fine right. Relax cause I know your only worrying about this baby. And it's fine so stop yelling at me!".

He didn't say anything he closed his eyes and seemed to be counting. "I moved your things into my place. At least that way I can..."

"Oh so you keep tabs on me... that's cute. But who said I'm moving in with you?".

"Gia Listen I think you did a lot of damage already. Don't fight me on this". Standing there with my arms crossed. "And I know you won't be able to sleep here in an empty apartment. Plus, your landlord already put this on the market".

"I hate you. I hate the fact you're forcing me to do everything instead of letting me do it on my own".

"I'll take that for right now. I didn't think you would be pleased about all of this. But let's go" he got up and ushered me out of my old apartment. I felt tears coming up and I didn't want to cry in front of him.

The whole ride to his place I didn't say a word. Even though he tried to talk to me. I'm pissed!. As we got to his place we both walked in. I stood by the door and looked around. Our things were mixed together. This was too much for me. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Damn, I haven't had one in a long time.

Before I knew it I was hyperventilating and shaking. He came to me and hugged me. All I can do is cry. I cried like a big baby. My heart was racing and I felt the sweat coming upon my forehead. About 10 mins later I felt it was passing. We both were sitting on his couch. When I came to I noticed he was staring at me.

"How long have you been having panic attacks?" He asked rubbing his hand on my thigh. I didn't answer him.

He nodded "so I see I'll be getting the silent treatment for a while, Huh?". I kept my head down I didn't want to look at him. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed that he witnessed that.

We both sat there in silence. I was in my own thoughts not realizing he was still staring at me.

"Gia... I guess there's a lot of things we don't know about each other. I would love to get to know the woman behind the tough mask. It's obvious you experienced something traumatic for you to be going through panic attacks. Whenever you want to talk about it I'm here".

Still holding my ground. I didn't respond nor did I look at him.

"And for the record the baby isn't the only thing I'm mainly concerned about. I'm also worried about you as well". He got up and walked out of my view.

Holding my head up and wiping the tears from my eyes that were falling non stop. Who would've knew I would be this emotional. This is why I wanted to do everything on my own time.

Later on he came back and I was sitting at the table texting Bria letting her know what was going on. "Hungry?" He asked.

I nodded "oh I see I'm getting a response now" he joked. Not looking at him I stayed glued to my phone.

"Oh would you mind that we ride together for work?" He asked.

"Bria will take me. We have a routine". He nodded "Okay, how about some tacos?". The memories of Mexico came back when I got sick from eating the pork tacos.

"No, please no tacos. How about pizza?" I asked.

"Pizza it is" he grabbed his phone and called for the delivery. "I'm happy you're talking to me again" he smiled. With that he walked away leaving me at the table alone.