~~~~ AFTER THE TRIAL ~~~~
"I just got off of the phone with John. Jolie got the part. Is that alright?" Ryan asks me, taking a seat next to me on my couch.
I shrug. "It's fine with me. I can't do it, someone should." I say, sipping my green tea with honey. "And the rest of my scenes?" I ask, glancing over at him.
"The supporting actors have finished their scenes, all that is left is yours and the movie will be expedited as soon as you finish yours. How far along are you now?" He asks, placing a hand on my distended belly.
"Eight months tomorrow. I feel like an anvil has attached itself to my body and it won't go away. Get me some aspirin please." I whine, my whole body aching.
Ryan goes into the kitchen to get me some aspirin and I feel the baby kicking. I told Michael it would be a girl. I smile, rubbing my stomach gently.
"I can't wait for you to get out here and stop tearing up my insides." I whisper.
Ryan comes back in the living room handing me a glass of water and two aspirin. I take them quickly, downing the glass of water. Really hit the spot. Ryan checks his watch and stands up quickly.
"Almost time for Baby Yoga. let's go." He says, grabbing my arm to help me stand up.
I groan. "I don't want to go to Baby Yoga today! Can't I just sit around all day and do nothing?" I whine.
"You mean like yesterday and the day before... and the day before? No. Today is Baby Yoga. I don't want your muscles getting stiff." He replies, pulling me off of the couch.
"I'm just so tired Ry. We could skip Baby Yoga and go to a buffet! I know how much you love buffets." I say, trying to talk him out of Baby Yoga.
"It's just food. Come on! I will not ask you for anything again today just get up and go!" He bellows, helping me walk out of the house.
I lock the door and place a hand on my back to steady myself as we walk to the car. "I hate you. And I hate Baby Yoga." I mumble, getting into the car.
"Baby girl will be so grateful to you for doing this for her. Stop it. You don't want to bring all of that negative energy in there." He snaps, placing the phone against his ear.
I gently rub my sore breasts through my shirt. I really can't wait for all of this to be over. I never contemplated how difficult it would be to carry a child, but it will be worth it.
"Calm down! You aren't in the car with your boyfriend, you are in the car with your manager now keep it together." He shakes his head at me. "I'm married, remember?" He hangs up the phone.
I glare at him. "I'm not trying to seduce you Ry, my breasts hurt! Seriously can we skip Baby Yoga?" I ask again.
"Already there!" He yells, helping me out of the car.
My modified downward dog makes me feel like I'm sitting on a exercise ball. We lay back to catch our breath and she excuses us for the day. I just lay on the ground, feeling comfort in the yoga mat. Makes me want to drift off to sleep. I close my eyes and the sunlight that was behind my closed eyes goes away. I frown.
"Excuse me. I'm trying to get some peace." I say, sneering.
"And here, I thought you would be happy to see me." I hear a voice I've been missing for a while and I open my eyes.
A huge grin spreads across my face. "Michael!" I say excitedly.
He helps me up and I hug him as tightly as I can with our daughter coming between us. Michael was off promoting his album and shooting short films for the second disc of his album. He's been gone for two months, which felt like two years. I don't let go of him and he starts chuckling in my hair.