TWO YEARS LATER
SCARLETT
"Mommy..." Mia's excited voice echoes through the corridor. "Mommy!" She calls me again, while I hear her footsteps down the corridor, while she runs toward our bedroom. "Look what dad got me!" I turn toward the door of my walk-in closet, momentarily forgetting about my mission to clean it, and she comes in running. "The bag like yours!" She proudly shows me her own Chanel backpack in leather and I widen my lips.
"Are you kidding me?!" I sigh, shaking my head, not really believing it.
"No, mom... it's right here!" Mia jumps on the spot, waving the bang in front of my eyes. I chuckle, nodding my head at her.
"Yeah, I saw it, baby..." I stroke her head and I smile at her. I really don't want to ruin her excitement over her new fucking Chanel bag. Harry comes in shortly after, with a smile of someone that knows that is about to get into trouble.
"Can I use it for school?" Mia asks me, while she tries to get it on her shoulders. When Harry sees her struggling, he helps her.
"No, Mia, you can't!" I immediately tell her and she furrows her eyebrows, glancing up at me.
"Why?" She huffs.
"Because it's not a backpack appropriated for school!" She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "Or for kids, for the matter..." I say, flashing my eyes at Harry.
"Ok, Mia..." Harry sighs, stroking his daughter's head. "Why don't you go see what Andres is doing?" He tells her, to be left alone with me. Mia probably understands it because she huffs again and then leaves our bedroom.
"What's wrong with it?!" He shrugs his shoulders, walking toward me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You can't buy a four years old kid a 3 thousand dollars bag..." I sigh, telling him what should be already obvious. He chuckles and furrows his eyebrows.
"Don't be silly... they don't normally sell Chanel bags for kids... It's a custom-made Chanel, which is more than 3 thousand dollars," he rolls his eyes at me and I have to bite my tongue not to get mad at me, which is probably what he wants. He loves getting on my nerves!
"Harry!" I raise my voice, while he just grins at me. "I'm serious, you can't just make this kind of presents to a kid!" I clarify, trying to make him understand that I'm not kidding right now. He rolls his eyes and sighs.
"What's the problem, Scar?! I work and I can afford this kind of stuff... there's nothing wrong in spoiling my family!" He rubs my back, trying to seriously resonate with me, this time.
"Well, you can't get your daughter used to this kind of stuff when she's only a kid... you can buy her whatever you want when she gets older, not now." By the look on his face, I can tell that he's starting to understand what the problem is. "And it's even dangerous to make her walk around with a don't even how expensive bag!" Whenever he's at work, it happens that I and Mia go out on our own and I don't want to be worried about the bag my daughter is carrying too. At my words his whole body immediately gets tense.
"She's not carrying it around if I'm not there!" He immediately says, turning as serious as possible, this time. Of course he's on the same page as mine now.
"Well, good luck in telling her that!" I roll my eyes, knowing very well that Mia can be quite a challenge when it comes to that. She can be very stubborn sometimes.
She's four years old now and growing up she's become a very fashionista, like her father. She loves picking up her clothes and playing with them. Her new favorite game of the week is pretending to be a fashion designer.
"I'll talk to her..." he sighs and then he takes a few steps toward me again, bringing his arms around my waist. He draws me against his body and slowly leans in to get to my lips. "Now kiss me, baby," he grins against my lips, before I do as he says. My hands get lost between his hair and he holds my body tight against his own.
"Just one more week..." I whisper against his lips and he immediately smiles while he slowly nods his head.
"Are you nervous?" He asks me with a chuckle.
"No, I'm quite happy we're finally doing this!" I honestly tell him.
"Good... because you're gonna be the most gorgeous bride out there, angel..." my lips immediately curve into a smile and I bring my lips on his again. Once that Harry had the new job offer we had changed the date of the wedding again. We wanted to settle down in LA first. Then, Harry had to work a lot for the first years, considering everything was completely new, so after two years we've finally decided to settle everything for our wedding and now it's really happening. Next week.
"Do you think it's gonna show?" I ask him once that my mind goes somewhere else completely. I bring my hand on my stomach and I lower my stare.
"Don't think so... but we should still tell them!" He's right, before my bump gets too big to hide.
Second baby on the way. This time, we had planned that. We had talked to different doctors to understand if I could do that and once that we have had the green light, we had started trying. We had tried for a month, before I got the wonderful news. When I had found out I was indeed pregnant again Harry was at work. That same afternoon I had asked Mia's sitter if she could take Mia for the evening. I had prepared a nice dinner for two and I had told Harry once he was back home. He had cried. I had cried. It's been beautiful.
This time, it's a perfectly normal pregnancy, so far. No high risks and we couldn't be more relieved. I'm at the fifth month, very near to find out whatever it's going to be a little boy or a little girl.
"We can do it today, yeah?" He nods his head and then he brings his hand on my stomach to stroke it.
"Second one of many more..." Harry sighs, with a grin on his lips. I flash my eyes at him and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Many more?!"
"At least eight more," he says, nodding his head.
"If you want eight more kids then you better get a uterus and give birth to them yourself!" He chuckles, shaking his head at me.
"Well... I can consider it," he slowly nods his head. He leans in to kiss me again but we're quickly interrupted by Mia that walks in again.
"Dad!" She raises her voice. "Andres called me a brat!" I chuckle, looking up at Harry with a grin.
"Still sure now?" He rolls his eyes at me and laughs, before we both follow Mia in the living room.
"So, what happened?" He asks her, picking her up,
"He won't let me watch my cartoons!" Mia tells Harry with a pout and her arms crossed over her chest.
"Dad, wrestling is on!" Andres protests, pointing at the TV.
"You both have a TV in your own room!" Harry sighs at both of them.
"No, I'm scared of being alone in my room!" Mia says, shaking her head.
"I like this TV, I don't like the one in my room!" Andres says right after her. By Harry's expression, I can tell that his head already hurts.
Mia, just wait until his program ends and then you can watch your DVDs..." Harry tells her and at this point she just gives up, resting her head on her father's shoulder. Funny how with him she always listens so easily.
"Can I have your phone?" Mia asks Harry right after. He nods his head and hands it to her. They both sit down on the couch, while I put the lunch into the oven. Once that I'm done with the table, I go sit down next to Mia and Harry. Mia is on YouTube and she's watching some fashion shows.
"I don't wanna be a fashion designer anymore!" She announces. Last month she wanted to be an actress and the one before that a princess.
"No?" I ask her. She shakes her head in answer.
"I wanna be a Victoria's Secret model!" She tells us. I giggle, while Harry's expression immediately hardens.
"That's not gonna happen, Mia!" Harry shakes his head, while I roll my eyes at him.
"Leave her alone... she's gonna change her mind in two weeks!" I playfully pinch him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"You never know..." he whispers.
"Yes!" Mia says back. She gives him back his phone and jumps off of his lap. "Look at how I walk!" She runs from the other side of the room and then she starts walking back toward us with her hands on her hips. I giggle, looking at how cute she is and Harry just ends up smiling at her too.
"You're gonna be the biggest top model of the century, angel!" I clap my hands and she jumps excitedly toward us.
"So no more designing clothes?" Harry asks her. She shakes her head at her father's question.
"I'm too beautiful to be a fashion designer!" We all laugh at her very serious words, Andres too. Having a four years old kid this confident is definitely a good thing.
"You look like an alien!" Andres tells her laughing. Mia flashes her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest.
"And you look like a mushroom, with your ugly hair!" Mia raises her voice, obviously bothered by her brother. Harry picks her up again and holds her against him, before kissing her cheek.
"Guys, sorry to tell you this but you look alike very much..." I make them notice. Andres puts on a disgusted expression while Mia rolls her eyes.
"I have long hair!" She tells us. "I only offended his ugly hair!"
"Mia, stop!" I scold her, while she just pouts at me and then hides her face into her father's neck, which just stays silent when it comes to scolding her and lets me do all the work. Of course it's her favorite parent.
"I love you, petal..." he whispers to her ear and I flash my eyes at him, before shaking my head when he bluntly ignores me.
"I love you more, daddy!" She murmurs, exposing her face to me just to leave a kiss on his cheek.
Mia and Andres get along most of the time, unless there's the control of television in the way. They often play together, Andres has taught Mia to play a lot of his games and she has fun with him.
Cielo has started working here in Los Angeles as a detective so that Andres didn't have to live in a different state from his father and the pay at her new job is even better.
"What are we doing today?" Mia asks, turning her head toward me.
"You're staying with Cielo and Spencer tonight... mommy and daddy are going out," I tell her. Andres was supposed to sleep here tonight but there's the premiere of one of the movies that Harry's producing so we really can't skip that and it would get too late for Mia and Andres to come with us, so Cielo and Spencer offered to take them both. Mia huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why? Where are you two going?" She asks, looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed.
"Daddy has a work event tonight and I'm going with him..." I shrug my shoulders, while Harry nods his head.
"I wanna come too!" She raises her voice.
"You can't Mia... you would fall asleep!" I try to resonate with her.
"And it's not a movie for you, honey..." Harry adds, stroking his daughter's head.
"You always leave me alone!" Mia protests, crossing her arms over her chest and lowering her share. "I'm always with Gale!" Gale is her sitter.
"Mia, telling lies is bad!" I scold her. "You're with Gale only on Sunday's!" She looks up at me and pouts.
"I don't wanna go with Cielo and I don't wanna be with Gale!" She raises her voice at me, clearly mad for what we've decided tonight. Every time we go out on Sunday's it's always the same story, unfortunately.
"Too bad, because it's what it's gonna happen, so stop complaining before we ground you!" At my words she lowers her stare and finally stops answering. She gets off of Harry's lap and walks toward her room on her own.
"Should we be worried?" I ask Harry in a whisper, letting out a frustrated sigh. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at me with confusion.
"Of what?" He asks.
"That she's the way she is..." I shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes at him.
"She's a child, Scarlett!" Harry looks at me with even more confusion at whatever I'm trying to say.
"I wasn't like that when I was a child and Andres wasn't either..." I huff, trying to resonate with him too.
"Well, I was..." he shrugs his shoulders. "Even worse than that, actually!" He chuckles. Of course... I didn't have one single doubt.
"Harry, you spoil her too much!" He huffs and stands up from the couch. "Where are you going now?" I ask him.
"To talk to her..." he reaches my face with his hand and strokes my cheek to reassure me. "She's a sweet kid, Scar... she just has a strong temper like me," he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. I smile up at him and grab his hand to kiss the back of it.
"Sorry..." I tell him. "I exaggerate sometimes!"
"Must be the hormones acting up..." he whispers and then winks at me, before starting walking toward Mia's room too.
HARRY
When I get to Mia's room, I see her laying down on her bed while she stares at the ceiling. I knock on the door, before letting myself in. She turns her head toward me and looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed. She probably doesn't understand why I'm knocking if the door is already open.
"Can I come in?" I ask her and she slowly nods her head. I walk toward her bed and I lay down next to her. "What's wrong, petal?"
"I'm mad at you and mom!" She immediately tells me, shifting on her side and looking up at me. I chuckle and I stroke her head.
"Angel, we would've gladly taken you with us if it was an event appropriate for kids..." I sigh, trying to resonate with her. As I've said, she's really stubborn and she really got it from me.
"You like mom more than me!" She complains, looking up at me with a pout on her face.
"Why do you say that?!" I furrow my eyebrows, bringing my hand on her back to stroke it. "I love you and mom just the same..." I smile at her. This is definitely a silly thing to worry about but probably she doesn't understand it yet.
"No, that's not true!" She shakes her head. "You're always with mom!" She rolls her eyes and waves her hands into the air with exasperation.
"Mia, stop!" I shake my head. "You, mom and Andres are the most important people of my life and I love all of you just the same!" I slightly raise my voice but I soon regret it. She widens her lips and looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed.
"So I'm not your favorite kid anymore?" I roll my eyes and chuckle, amused by how fast her attention immediately switched.
"I've never said I have a favorite kid!"
"Yes, you did!" She nods her head and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Mia, stop!" I sigh.
"Dad, I'm gonna cry if you don't say I'm your favorite kid!" She whines, bringing her hands over her face to hide it from it. I laugh, finding amusing that she's practically telling me beforehand.
"Are you giving me like an early warning?" I wonder and she huffs, probably because I haven't taken her seriously. She wraps her arms around my chest and she holds me tight.
"Am I your favorite kid again if I behave and I'm not mean anymore?" She looks up at me.
"Yes, angel!" I decide to give in. "But you have to behave with mommy too, or daddy's gonna get mad, ok?" She thinks about my words for a few seconds.
"Ok..." she rolls her eyes and then nods her head. "I love you daddy!" She immediately adds. I still feel like a happy kid every time she says that.
"I love you more, peach!" I leave a kiss on top of her head and I told her tighter against my chest. Right after, I pick her up from the bed and I start walking toward the kitchen, knowing that lunch is probably ready by now.
As soon as I put Mia down, she runs toward her mother and tugs at her dress while she brings the plates on the table to capture her attention.
"Mommy, I'm sorry for being mean..." she tells her, caressing her leg, considering that it's the most accessible part of her body for her small height. "I won't do it anymore!"
"That's ok, honey!" Scarlett lowers on her knees, once she's put the plate on the table. "I'm very glad you apologized!" She kisses her cheek and smiles at her.
Mia right after runs toward her brother and sits down next to him on the couch.
"I'm sorry, Andres!" She tells him and then she gets on her tiptoes to leave a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm sorry too!" He smiles at her, before turning off the television and following her at the table to eat. She's a quite dramatic and impulsive child but she's also very sweet once she calms down.
"We have to tell you something once we're done with lunch..." I anticipate to both of them once we all sit down. Scarlett smiles in my direction and then looks at the two of them. Andres furrows his eyebrows while Mia doesn't seem too interested.
"Is it something good?" He asks.
"Yeah, definitely!" I nod my head and bring my hand on Scarlett's one from across the table, stroking the back of it with my thumb.
"Are we going to Disneyland?" Mia asks, raising her voice because of the sudden excitement at the thought of it. I chuckle and slowly shake my head.
"No, it's not it..." her expression immediately changes and pouts at me. "I mean, we can also go there if you want, but it's another thing!" I quickly add.
"Let's just eat and then we'll talk about it!" Scarlett immediately says, encouraging Andres and Mia to eat by starting eating first so they all follow her, I included.
Until lunch is done, no one brings it up again. Mia and Andres run away to play Mario Kart while I help Scarlett with the table and dishes. Once we're done, I walk with Scarlett toward the couch and sit down on it.
"So guys, do you wanna know or not?" They momentarily put down their joysticks at our words and they sit down on the couch too. I wrap my arms around Scarlett and she rests her back against my chest.
"You tell them or I do?" Scarlett asks me, with a smile on her lips.
"You do!" It seems only fair, considering she's the one doing all the work.
"Ok... so," she starts saying, bringing her eyes back on the kids. "You guys are going to have another brother or sister," she goes straight to the point and brings her hand on her stomach. Andres doesn't seem too touched by it, while Mia furrows her eyebrows and lowers her eyes on Scarlett's stomach.
"Let's hope it's not another girl!" Andres just says and sighs, making both of us laugh. "Congratulations, Scar!" He then says, standing up from the couch and coming to kiss her on the cheek and hug me.
"Thank you, honey!" She tells him, stroking his head full of curls.
"You have a baby in your belly?" Mia then says, after taking a few moments to think. Scarlett nods her head and chuckles.
"No, mom!" She crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't want it!" She vigorously shakes her head. We had imagined she would've reacted this way, considering she really likes having all of the attention on herself.
"Mia, I was an only child and I can assure you that it's not funny at all..." I try to explain. I stretch my arm toward her and I draw her toward me, between me and Scarlett, and making her seat on my lap. "Everything is going to be so much better with a sister or brother to play with," she sighs and thinks about it once again.
"I already have Andres!" She whines, lowering her stare and pouting.
"Mia, no one's gonna steal our attention away from you..." Scarlett sighs and wraps her arms around her too, before kissing her cheek and holding her tight against her chest. "You'll always be our little miracle..."
"What does miracle mean?" She looks up at Scarlett with curiosity in her big blue eyes.
"We'll explain it to you once you get older..." she chuckles and leaves a kiss on her forehead.
"Ok, mom..." she sighs and looks up at the both of us. "I'll be good!" She promises us, moving her eyes between the two of us.
"I had no doubts, my angel!" I tell her, before leaving kisses all over her face and tightening her against my chest.
SCARLETT
One of the most advantageous sides of being the wife of a movie producer is the fact that I get a stylist, makeup artist and hairstylist for this kind of events. Before I started to attend movie premieres with him, I didn't even know how much time you even need to get ready for something like this. A whole afternoon, at least.
"Mommy, your dress is so pretty!" Mia whines, looking at the dress they chose for me which is laying on our bed. She caresses the fabric made of paillettes and looks at it with amazement.
"Thank you, honey!" I smile at her, while I try not to move too much, since they're doing my hair, makeup and nails.
"Can you go with daddy to get ready?" I ask her. "Cielo is gonna be here very soon, honey!" I remind her.
"Ok, mom!" She nods her head and then she runs out of the room, probably going to look for her father.
She comes back after fifteen minutes and she quickly walks toward me.
"Mommy, do you like my outfit?" She brings both of her hands on her waist and smiles at me. She's wearing a light pink Stella McCartney dress with a pair of black Chanel flats, together with the backpack her father got her.
"Yes, you look wonderful, my love!" I decide not to put up any kind of fight with her, considering that she's been extremely good during the last few hours.
"Can you do my hair?" She asks me, passing me her hairbrush and turning from the other side, with her back facing me. My nails are all done and my hands are free, so I take the hairbrush from her and I start to brush her hair. "I want this bow in my hair!" She hands me a bow of the same color of the dress. Once that I'm done brushing her hair I put it on her side.
"All ready, honey!" I tell her smiling. She walks toward the mirror and takes a look at herself, before running back toward me to thank me.
Cielo comes to get the kids after around ten minutes and we say goodbye to both of them, before letting them go.
With the help of my stylist, I get dressed once that my makeup and hair are done and then I walk toward the mirror, examine carefully whatever my belly is now visible or not.
"Don't worry, you can't see a thing yet!" Kayla, my stylist, quickly reassures me with a smile. "You look gorgeous!" She quickly adds.
"Thank you, Kayla!" I kindly smile at her and then I walk back to our bedroom, leaving the walk-in closet. Harry is already dressed, in his beautiful suit, and he's laying against the wall while he checks his phone.
As soon as he looks up at me, his stare immediately lights up and his lips slightly widen.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, angel..." he immediately compliments me with a smile. "I mean, more than how you normally do, of course!" He chuckles and then walks toward me, wrapping his arm around my back and drawing me toward him to kiss my lips.
"So do you, pretty boy!" I kiss his lips again and he mischievously smiles, looking up and down at my body.
"Can't wait to take it off of you, once we come back home..." he whispers at my ear and I immediately feel like shivering at her words, feeling extremely hot between my legs. It's going to be a very long night.