“What do you mean you don’t want to know the gender of my niece!” Geo says, Laila pushes him out of the way of the camera. She looked annoyed and I didn’t know whether it was her returning back to school, after spending an amazing summer with me, or the fact that I told them that I wanted the gender of my child to be a surprise. “This is so unfair!”
“Oh, will you shut up,” Laila mutters. “Why don’t you want to know?”
“I want it to be a surprise, but I already have the names picked out,” I say.
“Spit them at me,” Laila says.
“Alright if it’s a girl, it’ll be Lorelei Rue Waterson,” I say, they both nod. “And if it’s a boy it’ll be Alexander Collin Waterson,”
“Both exceptional choices,” Geo says.
“Well I can’t wait to meet little Lorelei or Alexander! Have you talked to Zahara about the public eye?” Laila asks.
“She completely understands, she has everything sorted out for me,” I say.
“And what about Abraham?” Laila says.
“He will know when I’m good and ready,” I say. “He hasn’t even called me once since I’ve moved here, my dreams are coming true and he’s not a part of that,” I say.
“Screw him,” Geo mutters.
“They aren’t being friendly at school,” Laila says, rubbing her temples. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive this school year without you,”
“I miss you so much,” I say. “And play nice Geo we don’t need any problems,” I say.
“And there won’t be as long as he minds his business,” Geo says.
“So, did you find out the due date yet? Your mom said she’ll help me get tickets to come!”
“The doctor says, December probably around Christmas,” I say.
“A holiday baby! I can’t wait,” Laila claps her hands together, before her frown disappears.
“Hey Laila, Hey G,” I hear Bo say. “Who are you talking to?”
“None of your business,” Geo snaps.
“We were actually just leaving,” Laila says.
“Come on don’t be like the guys,” I hear him say, but Laila was already waving goodbye to me and cutting the call short. I’m forced to return to my song writing, I needed three more songs for my album. My first single, Your Song, debuted number #5 on the charts, which is better than anyone predicted. Now everyone was anticipating the album, I had to keep appearances minimal since I didn’t want anyone to find out I was pregnant, but that didn’t stop that live-streams, and radio interviews, that I have lined up. After Your Song, the second Single off of the album is, Great One, a song I actually wrote for Braum for our 5-year anniversary, I hoped he still didn’t view the song the same, now the lyrics belongs to no one. The house was completely empty, Calum away at one of his press junkets things he does for his social media job, and Zahara probably away at the office. Before getting any work done, I’m interrupted again by my mother calling.
“Hi Mom!” I say, her video pops up and she’s sitting beside Braum’s mother. “Oh Hi Mrs. Clifford, how is everything?” I ask.
“Everything is fine honey; we listen to your song all the time!” she says.
“How is everything baby?” my mom asks. “How is my grandchild?” she asks.
“Mom!” I say.
“Oh honey! Did you think I could keep a secret from Ally?” my mom asks.
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t be telling Abraham, not until you’re ready I completely understand” Mrs. Clifford says. “Just know we support you 100% and can’t wait to meet our grandchild!”
“By the way am I buying blue or pink?” my mom asks.
“Neither, I don’t know the gender yet,” I say.
“Adeya! You have to decorate the room before the baby is born,”
“Then we can use gender neutral colors! Yellow or green!” I say.
“You’re killing me girl,” my mom says, leaning back in her seat. “Well when do you want me to fly over? Laila wants to come along, but her mother doesn’t want her missing a lot of school,”
“Winter break is probably the perfect time frame,”
“Perfect, Well let me know when you’re moving because your Father might fly over to help you with that,”
“That’s not necessary,”
“Oh, Jacob and Tyler can come and help too!” Mrs. Clifford says.
“That’s really not necessary guys! Zahara already has movers and everything! You guys don’t need to worry,” on cue Zahara pushes her way through the front door, followed by three girls carrying multiple shopping bags.
“I need help putting my things away!” she shouts, heading towards her room.
“I’ll talk to you later mom!” I say, before she can say anything else, I’m hanging up and heading towards Zahara’s room. “Calum isn’t going to have any space in the closet anymore,”
“He’ll survive, once you move out, he can just take the guest room closet,” she says, I start helping her unpack all the shopping bags, piling them in front of the door. “So how is writing?” she asks.
“Almost done with song number 3,” I admit.
“I don’t mean to rush your creative process, but we need to start recording by the beginning of September if we’re going to put the album out in the start of next year,” she says.
“What’s stopping you! What helped you write before?”
“Braum,” I admit. “All of my songs were about him,”
“And what’s stopping you from doing that?” she asks.
“I don’t want him to think I’m still thinking about him! For his girlfriend to think I care enough write songs about him!”
“Newsflash honey, that’s what all artist do! Whether they’re in love or dealing with heartbreak all artist expresses themselves through their music, have you seen Taylor Swift?” Zahara says.
“Zahara, are you kidding me?” we turn our attention to Calum standing in the doorway. “I thought we agreed no more shopping,”
“It’s been a long day!” Zahara complains, I push out of my seat.
“I have songs to write,” I say, heading towards the door. I make it to my room shutting the door and climbing into bed, it was hard to admit but Zahara was right. I wouldn’t be able to write anything that isn’t about Braum right now, especially carrying his child in front of me, he’s the #1 thing on my mind and all I want to do is scream at him. Scream at him about Demetra, about breaking up with me for the one girl that I never wanted to see him with, I was worried and he comforted me only to turn around and break up for me for that same girl, it was heartbreaking, I was heartbroken. I had to be strong though, keep on a tough face, if not for myself but for my child.
In the morning, I wake up to a half a dozen calls from Geo, Laila, and even my mother. “Hello?”
“I forgot about the time difference!” Laila says.
“Good morning,” I say.
“More like good afternoon over here, boy Geo is in some deep shit,” Laila says, I sit up in bed.
“What do you mean,”
“I told him to play nice, I told him you didn’t want any drama but Braum might have started an argument and that argument might have ended up with Geo’s fist in his face,” Laila says.
“Oh yeah! Geo is suspended for 2 weeks and his parents grounded him for a month,” Laila says, dropping her head in defeat. “Now I’m completely alone,”
“Oh no!” I say.
“Yeah! And Braum keeps coming at me with questions because he apparently doesn’t understand why Geo doesn’t like him,” Laila rolls her eyes. “That idiot,”
“I feel so bad,”
“Don’t what? Geo always needed to learn how to control his temper,” Laila says, leaning against her arm. “That’s a him problem, not your problem,”
“I’m still sorry,” I say.
“It was bound to happen sooner or later, Geo just needed to get it out of his system,”
“Well no more fighting, please! I don’t want people thinking I have my friends fighting my battles,” I say.
“No one thinks that Deya,”
“You don’t know that, just tell Geo no more fighting or I’m fighting him,” I say.
“Loud and clear mama,”