Match Made In Heaven

Chapter 4 | Unexpected

1 month later

Indira & Jacob's House    Calabasas, Los Angeles    April 7    12:42 p.m.


Indira

I can't believe that in exactly two weeks my big baby is going to be turning twenty-four! It seems like just yesterday Jake and I were teenagers touring all over the place and constantly messing with one other when we had the chance, since we both had huge crushes on each other.

The sad part is that he's leaving me at the end of next week to head over to London to perform a couple of shows and celebrate his big day. But the good part is that I'll be surprising him by flying out two days before to celebrate with him. He doesn't know anything about it and I just hope it stays that way until his big day.

Besides all that, I'm almost two months along in my pregnancy and I absolutely love it now. All I did before was eat and throw up everything right after, but it's getting better. I'm barely showing and that is, by far, the best thing as of now because the Media knows nothing about it.

There aren't even any rumors going around on why I'm wearing bigger sweaters, shirts and blazers all of a sudden, and I'm just hoping it stays like that for a while. Since Jake is going to be leaving for London this week, I told him to come with me to meet up with Jo Gartin, who is a famous event planner that serviced some of the hottest celebrities in LA and is also a very good friend of mine, to discuss some of his party activities.

"Jake, are you ready yet?!" I called out to him.

"Almost. I just need two more minutes!"

"What the hell are you doing that's taking you so long?"

"My hair isn't getting as fluffy as I want it to." he replied. The hell?

"Jake, did you forget you cut your hair? It's short!"

"That's why I want it fluffy again," he walked downstairs, pouting.

"Aww my poor baby," I teased him.

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny."

"Yeah yeah, I know." I chuckled. "Can we leave now because we're supposed to be meeting Jo for one-thirty."

"You know you look reaaaal good in those leggings, right," he whispered seductively in my ear, pulling me close by my ass. [Outfit in MM]

I slid out of his grasp knowing what might've happened next. "And that is my cue to leave before we never make it out this house."

He chuckled, walking out the house behind me. "I'm driving, big booty."

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That." I said, walking out the house and turning to lock the front door.

"Why?"

"Cause it makes me feel fat!"

"Don't think about it like that because you're far away from being fat," he kissed my forehead, opening the passenger side door of his truck for me.

"I still don't want you to call me that."

"Okay then, big booty," he smirked. This idiot.


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M Café    Melrose Avenue, Los Angeles    1:25 p.m.


When we arrived at the M Café where we were meeting Jo, Jake and I were bombarded by paparazzi. I absolutely hate when they just pop up out of nowhere! I know I should already be used to this, but it's like they get worst each time. And of course, they always came with their nosy ass questions and comments right after.



"Hey Indira and Princeton, how's it going?"