Adeline's Ροv
15 weeks later
“I can't do this.” I sobbed. “Why does my life have to be so difficult?” Ewan patted down my hair as I rested my head on his chest.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” He shouts at Julian. “Go get her Cheetos.”
“Don't curse, they're listening” I moved away in anger gesturing to my bump.
“Sorry, I won't. Come back.” He opened his arms again and I went back to rest on him.
I was feeling so overwhelmed. Any sane person would feel this way if they dropped their bag of Cheetos on the floor and couldn't pick it back up.
It was devastating. I've become unable to do the most basic tasks and it really frustrates me. And since I only have one reaction for everything lately, I chose to cry over it.
“Addy, see your Cheetos.” Julian whispered to me as I almost fell asleep on Ewan.
I turned around with a huge smile on my face and took it from him. “Thank you so much. How did you even do that?” He looked at Ewan unsure of what to say which made me scowl at him. “I know how you did that. I'm not dumb, I'm just sad. Don't you dare think I'm dumb.”
I got up from the sofa and decided to sit next to Cyrus because he's kinder than the rest of my brothers. Everyone else always ruins my mood.
“Hey loser.” Josh grins at me entering the living room.
Ever since he's moved closer to my home, he’s started visiting quite frequently. He loves to take care of me and talk with the kids —more like tell them how he’s gonna be their favorite and I love having him around.
My face lit up seeing him and I instantly got up to hug him. “I was missing you so much.”
“You just saw him yesterday.” Adam commented but I ignored him and hugged Josh tighter.
“How's my little losers?” He asked, rubbing his hand on my stomach and felt a kick. “Oh my God, they kicked me.” He announced overjoyed.
My kids have a pattern for kicking. They're both always so calm and mostly sleep during the day but wake up right when it's time for me to go to bed.
Because they mostly only kick at night or not at all, everyone rarely gets a chance to feel it so it's become the favorite sport in our house.
Rhyett immediately got up from his seat and rushed towards me, shoving Josh's hand away and placing his own on my belly. He patiently waited for a few minutes but neither of them kicked again.
“What’s their problem with me?” He grumbled and moved back.
I chuckled at how adorable he is and opened the Cheetos to eat when Josh asked, “Did you fight with Reign again?”
I shook my head wondering why he's asking that because we never fight. “Why?”
“He was on call with his father and I heard him say she's gonna cut me into pieces.”
“Why would I do that-” My eyes widened as I drew a perfect conclusion. “He’s talking about some other girl. He’s cheating on me.”
As for what I know, Reign only has one girl in his life; me. Since he didn't do anything that would get me mad and make me think of cutting him into pieces then it means he's talking about someone else.
But he won't be scared of some random girl. Hence it could only mean he's dating someone or is trying to charm someone. And he’s hiding it from me.
“How can he cheat on you when you aren't even dating, tigress?” Altas gave his unnecessary opinion on the matter.
My cheek tinted red and I tried to lie. “I never said he's cheating on me.”
“You did.”
“I… I didn't mean it like he's cheating on me like a boyfriend does. He’s cheating on me like a… like when a friend gets another friend behind your back. That's cheating too, right?” I waited for someone to agree with me.
“That makes so much sense.” Cyrus commented.
I smiled at him and blew him a kiss. This is why Cyrus has become my favorite lately. He always agrees to whatever I say. I don't understand why everyone else always has such wrong opinions except him and I.
“When did you hear him say that?” I asked Josh.
“On my way here. He's in the parking lot. He was stressed talking on the phone so I thought you guys had a fight.”
“He's here?” I gasped.
“Ya, but what happened?”
“Look at me.” I gestured to my outfit. “I look so ugly.”
I was wearing an oversized onesie that the twins got me. I was initially quite angry because it was a cow costume. It had white all over with black patches, the hoodie was in the shape of its mouth and milkers sat right on my bump. But when I tried it on, it was so comfy that I eventually forgave my brothers.
“No, you don't. You look so cute.” Lucius complimented.
“But I don't want Reign to see me in this. He's not gonna like it.” I said panicking. “I'll go change.”
I hurriedly stepped towards the door but Reign was already in front of me. I was so close to crying my eyes out but I tried holding it in to not embarrass myself. His eyes did a once over of my outfit while I nervously stood there.
A sweet smile took over his face as he said, “Aww, you look so adorable.”
I wrapped my arms around my bump and bit my lip. “You’re not lying?”
“Never.” He said genuinely.
“Okay.” I mumbled.
I was feeling really awkward but going to change now would be even worse so I just stood there waiting for him to say something because I was out of words.
“Sorry to come unannounced, I was thinking we could get this week’s lessons done today?”
Being thirty-six weeks pregnant isn't a piece of cake. I’m usually not feeling well or just in a bad mood so I skip the workshop quite often.
But Reign knew how passionate I was for it so he offered to give me private sessions at home. It was very confusing at first because he didn't know what he was teaching either but with time he started getting the hang of it.
Each class that I miss, we cover it on the following weekend but today's Thursday. Which is why I didn't get ready because he isn't supposed to be here today.
“What’s wrong with this weekend?” I asked, getting suspicious.
He looked around for a second before bringing his eyes back to me. “I sort of have some plans.”
If he’s being so secretive about his weekend activity, it only means he has plans with the girl he’s not telling me about. Because where else would he go?
“You don't have to go out of your way to fit my lesson in your schedule. It's fine. You're already doing a lot, Reign.” I said politely despite the flames of anger going wild in me.
“Not at all, princess. I love to bake with you.” He said immediately.
“Fine, let's do it then.” I said with a straight face and moved out of the living room.
My outfit wasn't even bothering me anymore. I was more concerned about Reign lying to me. I thought we were becoming really good friends but he had to ruin everything.
“We’re making sourdough today.” He informs me as we get to the kitchen.
As usual the staff gives us our space and Reign starts gathering up the ingredients that he listed in his notebook. I wait patiently, getting more pissed with each second.
I don't engage in small talk like I usually do as he instructs me on the recipe. I simply watch him combine the ingredients and make a dough out of it.
“What are your plans for the weekend?”
After twenty minutes of holding myself back, I couldn't help but ask the question that was bothering me. He tensed up for a second but kept his eyes on the dough he was kneading.
“Actually it's um… prom night at our school this Sunday.”
My face dropped as I realized he was going to prom with that girl —as his school allows sophomores to attend. Altas and Adam told me about it, they're both going with girls I haven't even heard of before but I assumed Reign's skipping this year.
I was so hurt that Reign was hiding his date from me. He really moved on so easily.
I felt so bad being the clueless stupid girl. If he was interested in someone else, he could’ve just told me. Why did I have to dig the information out?
“I'm not feeling well, Reign. I think I should go lay down for some time.” I was moments away from crying and so I wanted to leave immediately.
His head snapped to me and he held my wrist when I tried to leave. “Can I talk to you for a minute? I had a question… you can leave after that.”
I looked at him and tried to remain calm. I was angry and really really hurt. I didn't have a right to feel that way but for all these months he made me feel like we were getting somewhere.
Like I was someone special.
All of it must've been in my head. I should’ve known he wouldn't like a pregnant girl. All the weight that I was stressed of not getting in my first trimester was gained during my last. I was so fat now that any curves I had were gone. Even my face has lost its shape.
I try not to think about how much my body has been ruined but moments like this are tough to ignore. Reign's attraction to me was limited to the way I looked and now I'm unattractive so he doesn't like me anymore.
He left my wrist and took a subtle step back like he's distancing himself from me. If I thought I was overthinking, I'm not. He truly doesn't like me.
“Do you wanna go to prom with me?”
I was shocked by his words. I didn't expect him to ask me to prom. But now it makes sense why he was on the phone with his dad before getting here. He was scared I'm gonna be mad for that question.
But just the thought of going to a highschool —where everyone is ready to judge you for the smallest thing— with my huge baby bump is so frightening.
I have gotten to the point that I do not worry about people anymore. I go to stores and the workshop without caring what anyone thinks of me. But high school is a totally different setting.
And I’ve stopped bothering to dress up whenever I go out because it's too tiring. I don't even know if I can pull off a good look anymore. I haven't even kept updated with what's in trend currently.
Reign's eyes were glued to my face like he's judging my reaction. When I didn't say anything for a few seconds he straightened up, turning to the dough again and started kneading it.
“It's not necessary, you don't have to if you don't want to. Honestly prom and all is so boring. I wasn't even planning to go anyway.” He said not meeting my eyes. “I thought you might want to but you're right it's just a bunch of stupid teenagers dancing their ass off for no reason. We should go to dinner instead. Dad just bought a new hotel, it's a ten minute drive from here. If you wanna check it out-” I cut off his nervous rambling.
“I'd love to go to prom with you, Reign.”
I'm not entirely sure about my decision but lately I've been letting my heart dictate me because my brain's always overthinking and ruining everything.
His face lit up as a huge smile started appearing on his face. “Are you serious?”
“A hundred percent.” I smiled back at him.
“Perfect. I'm wearing a black tux —already bought it— you can wear whatever you want, a dress, pjs, overalls, anything, you're gonna be the prettiest girl in the party no matter what. Just tell me the color of your outfit so I can match my pocket square with it.”
“I thought you didn't really wanna go.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“But it's not that bad of an idea.” He shrugged suppressing a smile.
I shook my head then asked seriously. “Are you sure you're not… it's not a problem that I'm… you know I'm heavily pregnant.”
“Princess, trust me I really wanna go with you.” These were the words I wanted to hear. “And I promise I'll take care of you the whole night.”
For some reason, I wanted to cry at how adorable he is but I didn't want to ruin this moment so I just nodded and tried focusing on the recipe we were making.
“Let's continue.” I told him.
“Aren't you gonna go lay down?”
I cleared my throat. “No, I feel okay now.”
“What?” He looked at me for a few seconds before coming to a conclusion. “Did you think I was going to prom with someone else?”
“No.” I denied immediately. “I didn't even think about it.”
“Then why were you leaving after I mentioned prom?” He crossed his arms at his chest.
“I told you, I wasn't feeling well.” I grumbled.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you sure you weren't jealous, princess?”
I shoved at his arm and scowled. “I'm never jealous. And why would I be jealous, you’re going with me.”
“I am.” He chuckled.
Reign then placed the dough on the baking tray and preheated the oven. “Can I just make a quick trip to my car before we put it in?” I looked at him confused so he explained. “I got you chocolates and flowers but… I didn't want to bring them here so you don't feel pressured.”
I wasn't strong enough to resist that and started crying. “You didn't have to.” I mumbled, wiping my tears away.
He smiled and wiped a few himself. “I couldn't ask you to prom without getting you anything.” When I didn't stop my pathetic sobbing, he hugged me gently and rubbed the back of my head. “Don’t cry or else I'll start crying too.”
I smiled, pressing my face to his chest. He’s so cute. He knows how to handle my mood swings. He never gets frustrated with my constant need for reassurance and attention.
He puts in so much effort to cheer me up and make me feel better. He’s changed a lot for me. And I love knowing I mean a lot to him.