Living in the big city is what you've known for a long time. You weren't every guys' ideal type, but you had a pretty face. Not confident in yourself, you let reading and college take over your life. Being the hard working student that you are, you...
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Lately, I've been having these strange feelings. Kayla had told me it was nothing, that I was probably over-thinking things. But I thought otherwise. Stephen has been constantly busy again.
This time was different though, because he had a trip to Europe at the end of the week. I wasn't to thrilled about that, but what could I do. It was part of his career. We were still staying in the condo, while the house was getting fixed. I had fun picking stuff for the house.
I knew once it was finished, that it would be our dream house where we could raise our baby. Sitting in the living room, I stroll through my phone. I was looking at all the comments on my instagram.
Since I've became public Stephen's fans, have been commenting about how we met or how could I get someone like him. It really didn't bother me, because I didn't care what they said. All that mattered was that me and Stephen were getting married and we were having a baby. Those were the only two things on my mind.
Hearing the door open, I look towards the hallway. Stephen walks into the living room looking all dressed up. He was wearing all black. His shirt, jeans, shoes, and leather jacket were black. His brown hair was gelled back, and he looked like he was wearing foundation.
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"Had another photoshoot?" I ask looking up at him.
"No. I have a gig to go too. I just came back home to get a change of clothes." He walks out of the living room, and into our bedroom.
I get up from off of the couch, and follow him into the room. Why did he need a change of clothes? I found it very odd that all of a sudden, because of this one particular gig he needed a change of clothes. Something wasn't adding up. And I was going to find out what was going on.
Walking into the room, I find him putting his stuff into a duffle bag. I sit on the bed holding my stomach. Since, I've been getting bigger it's been harder to do daily activities including sitting down. My stomach looked like a basketball.
