Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

22: Time

Andy's P.O.V

5 months later

Pregnancy was damn hard. I felt like an absolute fucking whale. My cravings must've pissed off the whole kitchen staff, constantly wanting weird combinations. Either they were extremely good at showing it or they didn't mind, many of the girls having had their first borns and knowing what I had to go through.

Mum was a true saviour. She was there by my side through absolutely everything. She came to my appointments, helped me with my back pains, put up with my mood swings effortlessly. And I couldn't thank her for being so loving. Dad was the softest I'd ever seen him, just as excited for the arrival of his granddaughter.

Yeah, I was having a girl. It was crushing not being able to find out the gender with my husband, but he wasn't here. Jon filled in, I guess. He was just as nice, helping me with things my mum couldn't, not in the slightest uncomfortable or embarrassed. And it made me feel more at ease that I hadn't put anyone in a weird mood or a position they didn't want to be in.

"Prince Andy, the decorators are here," Bella opened my door, where I was lying in bed. My hand was on my stomach as I had been whispering softly to my daughter.

Suddenly I felt a light kick, and gasped.

"Belle, get Mum! My daughter just kicked for the first time," I beamed with delight, slowly sitting up. Bella smiled softly before running out, returning with Mum in no time.

"Andy, what is it?"

I grinned, looking down at my swollen stomach. "Mum, she just kicked," I gasped, and she ran over, kissing my forehead.

"Oh, baby! I thought you were in pain or something. Please don't scare me like that," Mum sighed, half laughing but half serious.

"I'm sorry," I giggled, letting her place a hand on my stomach. A smile was etched across her face as she cooed, kissing my forehead.

"Oh, she's going to be the most beautiful thing ever."

I nodded, the feeling bittersweet. With Ryan as her other father, she was bound to be as gorgeous as him. I don't know what beauty she'd get from me, though.

"Tell the decorators I'll be there in a second," I said. Mum nodded and left the room.

"I love you so much, baby girl. And as I promised before, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy, and if that means I distance myself from Ryan, for the sake of my mental health, then so be it. Just remember that you will always come first," I whispered, wiping a single tear away.

Stop crying, Andy. You're better than that. You can't be weak now.

I headed towards where the decorators were, my daughter's room. They'd already done a pretty good job with it, just had to go over some areas. Jon went out to buy a crib and I bought some baby clothes, laughing at how adorable they all were.

"You should get little boots, seeing as she's going to be born during winter," Jon said, and helped me pick some out. "Have you decided on a name yet?"

I shook my head. "I think I'll start when it gets closer to the birth. I like Aliana (A/N Completely made that up haha) or maybe Regina."

"That's Spanish, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I replied, slowly realising something.

Of course, he would always be in my mind.

"Andy, it's been 5 months. Surely you can forgive him by now?"

"It's not about me forgiving him, Jon. It's the fact I know he couldn't give a shit about me and I will do whatever the cost of keeping my daughter safe, even if I raise her as a single parent."

"But you guys are still married."

"Yes, and? Ryan showed me that he doesn't need me, and that he's better off. I have to respect his wishes. Plus, it's relaxing that I have my family here whilst I go through this. Please, just drop it, Jon. I don't want to remember him."

"Okay, he replied. He took the stuff from me and told me he'd pay, refusing to hear me out.

"I think I want to dye my hair blonde. I've always wanted to see how I'd look with blonde hair."

After buying the baby stuff, I headed to the salon, and the hairdresser was about to point out who I was, when I stopped her.

"Please, don't make a big deal out of it. Yes, I'm the prince. Yes, I'm pregnant. If you can't close your mouth, then please allow me to be tended to by someone else," I said, cursing at my sudden mood swing. I turned red, smiling at the young girl. "Sorry. Hormones," I chuckled nervously.

"It's okay, Prince. Would you like to be in a private room or would you prefer to stay out here?"

"If it's okay, a private room."

"You want me to stay here?" Jon asked. I nodded and followed the hairdresser to a room, where she sat me in a chair.

"What would you like, Prince Andy?"

"I want my hair dyed blonde, please."

She got to work, and asked if she could ask any questions.

"Is it a boy or girl?"

"I'm having a daughter," I said with a small smile, placing a hand on my stomach.

"Congratulations. Weren't you with that Spanish prince, Ryan?"

I nodded, trying to mask my sadness and disappointment. "I'm married to him, but we... it's a very long story. One that I don't feel comfortable going into. Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry I brought it up," she apologised and then stood back. "Okay, I'm almost done. How does it look?

I almost didn't recognise myself in the mirror, but it was in a good way, I think. I had to admit, the blonde suited me a lot better than my natural hair ever did, which I'd never really been very happy with.

Jon was taken aback, looking just as surprised as I had.

"Woah, holy shit. It looks good, Andy," he nodded. I thanked the hairdresser and paid, and we headed back out into the mall. As I turned my head, someone caught my eye for a good 5 seconds before turning their head and disappearing into the crowd. I was confused; they looked so familiar but I didn't have enough time to look properly.

"Andy, come on," Jon called, a little far off. I looked back to the spot one last time before hurrying away, annoyed that I didn't know who it was.

A/N Who do you think Andy saw? Comment your suggestions and I'll see who's right first. Also, please check out my new story, 'String Along', a Randy ABO out now xx