a few weeks later
- Maya
Saturday morning, 10 am. My favourite day i think to myself as i sit in bed scrolling through my phone. Instagram. Search. Lucas Friar. that's something i haven't done for awhile. last photo posted September 19th. three years ago. i guess he hasn't really been online.
i leave in 3 days, today Neilson, Cleo and I are going shopping for what to wear while i'm over in Texas. i get out of bed and walk to the attached bathroom and strip down letting the warm water of the shower trickle down my body before using my shower gels and moisturising creams. half an hour later i step out a whole new person, someone who isn't half sleep zombie. i walk across to the huge closet to decide what to wear. pulling on some jeans and a chanel bodysuit i finish my hair and makeup routine before walking into Cleos room.
i look at my watch, 11:30 am. how is she still asleep? "cleo love bug it's morning" i say sitting beside her brushing the messy tangled heat out of her face then standing up and making my way toward her shower, turning it on then turning back to the little girl making her way over to the shower
"pick out your outfit meet me downstairs in 20 minutes okay baby?" i ask she nods and steps into the shower. soon enough she was out and bouncing around the apartments foyer. "Mommy when Neilson takes us to the mall can we get ice cream" she says as she looks up to me "of course we can only the best for my little mini money" Neilson replies walking through the door bag and coffee in hand ready for us to go to the mall
we arrive at the mall, searched through all the stores and spent way more money then i should have but hey i'm going to look great. we bought Cleo her ice cream and we're now making our way back to the car "You excited to see nana and papa bubba" i ask as i buckle her into her seat
"I CANT WAIT" she screams causing us all to laugh "well i'll take you there tonight okay" i say getting into the car myself, seeing her nod and bounce her head to the music on the radio
"you still nervous mimi?" Neilson asks drawing my attention back to him making me think for a bit "No..i'm ready to see Zay again i think it'll be a good week. who knows maybe i fall madly in love with a stranger and take him back to my fortress where we will live happily ever after" i say dramatically to which Neilson rolls his eyes "what about baby daddy" he asks
"He..He's gone, out of my life. he has been for 6 years it only really dawned on me this morning that he's living his own life somewhere. there are no instagram posts. tweets. anything. there's no sign of him, if i was to ever see him again i don't know what i'd do. but i think i'm finally accepting the fact i won't" i tell Neilson honestly. "oh mimi i'm so proud of you" he starts "what happens when Cleo wants to meet him one day though. she's gonna be one of those girls who ends up on that find my family show" he says making us both laugh "well when it comes to that then we might have to find him, but that's not for another 10 years easily" i say reassuring him. or maybe reassuring myself ?
after that Neilson dropped us home and left back to his house. that evening me and Cleo stayed in bed watching movies. we watched Zootopia, Snow white, and Cars. it was now about 8pm and she was asleep on me. sliding out slowly i managed to break free and pack her bags for the next week.
once i'm done i come back down and see her in the exact position, kicking my heels of i then reach down to pick her up struggling massively i get about half way up the stairs before having to take a breather. Cleo started giggling and then opened her eyes "mommy i'm not that heavy!" she laughed which i joined in on "hey missy you can walk to bed then. you weigh a tonne" i say placing her down and following her up the stairs. she climbs into her bed that makes her look like an ant in compared to the size of her. i tuck her in and kiss her head gently before leaving the room and entering my own.
sighing i look at my cold bed which i bet makes me look like an ant in as well. i climb in and turn the big tv hanging on the wall on flipping through netflix i see my favourite show "you" has new episodes. excitedly turning it on i get completely lost in the episode. for someone as creepy and stalkerish as Joe Goldberg he sure has got me feeling some kind of attraction. i flick through my phone switching apps before getting a notifications from a news article
"multi millionaire Maya Hunter splurges on shopping trip with personal assistant and baby sister Cleo Hunter!"
again, i sigh. i told the press that Cleo was my sister to stop suspicion about her father. to stop Lucas from finding out. and it's worked pretty well. Not that lucas would be looking me up but just in case you know?. i find my episode finishing and my eyes fluttering heavily and before i know it i'm asleep.
Sunday 11:30am
as i awaken from my slumber i do my usual routine of getting in the shower, wardrobe, makeup and hair, getting cleo.
Today Cleo was already awake watching a movie in bed "mommy i get to see nana and papa today!" she jumps up excitedly all over the bed. "yes baby you do, now you gonna get ready or should i just not take you" i tease watching her then race to the shower. i leave her room and head to the kitchen. the freshly made waffles and strawberries with cream laid perfectly on the bar waiting to be eaten. within minutes Cleo comes rushing down and pushes herself up on the barstool next to me, without hesitation she digs into her food.
once we were all ready and fed my security guard loaded our bags into the car and i buckled her into the seat before climbing
into the drivers seat. "what song you want on peach?" i ask plugging in the aux cord to my phone. "hmm what about cake by the ocean by DNCE" she replies, i laugh, if only she knew the meaning to the song. in seconds she was singing along and we were on our way to my mom and dads house.
they lived about 40 minutes away, we pulled into the driveway to see them both already standing waiting for us to arrive. Cleo unbuckles herself and climbs out running toward them then leaping into their arms, i follow behind her locking the car and greeting my parents.
after we head inside Cleo runs to her room and plays with her toys that she keeps here and i sat with them explaining more about the wedding. i stay for a few hours all of us chatting about anything and everything. i looked down at my phone 6:30 pm
"i should get going guys my flight out is soon" i say making a small lie. "are you sure you don't wanna stay for tea honey" my mom, Katy says to me "No, no mom i'm okay i have to finish packing" i smile
"Cleo my love bug i'm leaving" i call out "mommy wait" she calls running through the house and giving me the biggest cuddle "i love you mommy have a good time away" she says her face still nuzzled in my neck. "i love you too baby i'll see you soon have a good time with nana and papa, i'll face time you every night" i kiss her head and say bye to my parents then head to the car and drive home
my flight doesn't actually leave till 1pm tomorrow i just couldn't wait to get home and have the apartment to myself it's so rare for that to happen. Cleos out, the staff have all gone home by now, no press, no photo shoots. just me.
as soon as i walk through the door i go straight to the main bathroom and run the huge bath and add every single bubble bath, bath bomb and bath salts in sight into the bath. i pulled my dress out and slipped into the bath soaking in the warm comforting feeling. i reach over to the stocked champagne and prosecco stand and pour myself the biggest fucking glass of champagne you've ever seen and switch the tv onto watch episode 3 of "you"
after my bath i went to the kitchen, ate everything in sight and drank another bottle of champagne. by half 10 i was dancing around the apartment in my 2018 met gala designer ball gown pretending i was a princess. and let's just say by 12 am i was still in that dress passed out on the bathroom floor after throwing my guts up. too. much. wine.