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42. Radley

42. Radley

A month and a half gives a person a lot of time to think. It should give you a lot of time to mentally get ready to find out the genders of the twins you are carrying. But that month and a half was not enough for me.

Today is the day I get to know what gender my babies are and to be quite frank, I was nervous as hell. I mean, I really wanted to know. I've wanted to know since day one, but I've come to realize that once I find out, I am going to be gone on a huge shopping spree for baby clothes.

Right now, I was sitting on my bed, looking at all the packed up boxes. The boys were going to come by later and take my things over to their place so I could officially move in with Louis.

I was excited to be moving in with my boyfriend but also a bit sad that I would be away from my family.

Louis was moving around- pushing boxes together so everything was organized- when I got a phone call from a local number.

"Hi, you've got Radley Davenport." I said, holding up a finger to my lips so Louis knew not to speak. For all I knew, this could be a business call.

"Hey, Radley!" It was a man with an American accent. I thought it was Caleb at first but remembered that he's been put in the psychiatric hospital. "This is Jason Derulo."

My eyes popped out and I had to repress a scream, "Jason Derulo? As in the Jason Derulo?"

"The one and only," he laughed, "I was calling to schedule a meeting with you. I know it's very last minute but I was hoping we could meet today since I go back to LA at midnight."

"A meeting with me?"

"I would like to sign you for my future music videos- yes, plural- for my album I want to release in about two years time."

"Can I please have a minute?" I asked.

"Of course."

I put my phone down on my bed and wrapped my arms around Louis, "I am literally talking to Jason Derulo. I've been crushing on him forever. What the fuck is going on?"

Louis chuckled and kissed my forehead, "You're okay, baby. Go talk to him and get yourself an awesome contract."

He pushed me towards my bed with a light pat on my bum and smiled.

"Hi again. So I checked my schedule. Um, I'll be free at four because I have an ultrasound at three-thirty. Does that work for you? I know you're busy and all."

"Sugar, I'm going make sure it works for you," he laughed, "let's say we meet in the restaurant at The Hilton? Four-thirty is when I'll be absolutely available. And you can bring Louis Tomlinson along."

"Sounds fabulous, thank you."

"Thank you, Radley. See you soon." He sang before hanging up.

"Louis Tomlinson, you have formally been invited to go have a meeting with Jason fucking Derulo with me at four-thirty. How fucking fantastic is that? You get to see me be all professional and stuff!" I squealed, jumping on him for a hug.

"Do I really have to meet the guy my girlfriend's been crushing on?" He smirked, "it would be quite unfair for me to see you drool over Derulo."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned up to catch his lips with my own, "The only man I'll ever drool over is you."

He chuckled and pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek, "Alright, let's get going. I wanna know who they are!"

I nodded and picked up my purse, "The boys will be here while we're gone, right? Like, you're absolutely sure?"