Chapter Twenty-seven, Already
Posted by DiF on Thursday, April 5, 2012
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Twenty-seven, Already
Rating: NC-17 [language, nudity, sex]
Summary: A couple of weeks have passed since returning from Hawaii. Adam has been caught up in work... and misses Kylia. He decides to fix everything...
Sitting on stool in his mother’s kitchen, Adam bit into an apple. Despite the crunch of the fruit, he listened in on the conversation between his mother and girlfriend. It seemed to be a completely innocent topic, something about redoing a flower bed out in the garden, but he felt it meant much more. If Kylia was willing to plant things in the yard, that meant she was figuratively putting down roots as well. Maybe now was the time to break the news to her.
He tossed his core into the trashcan and pushed open the screen door. A smile quickly lit up her face as she looked up at him. Returning her smile, Adam headed over to her, leaned down, and kissed her softly.
She giggled, “Your mouth is sticky from your apple.”
“Maybe we should fix that,” he responded with a wink.
She rolled her eyes, “What are you up to?”
“Besides coming to see the most beautiful women in my life?” he sat on the padded bench next to her.
Kylia shook her head, “Yes, besides that.”
“Well… you need to pack your bags,” Adam declared, reaching for her hand.
“For?” she asked, wiggling her hand in his.
“Now that the album has been released, I have a bit of promoting to do. I want you to come with me,” he stated.
“There’s more? You just got back from doing Saturday Night Live.”
He nodded, “I still wish you had come with me then. But anyways, we leave for New York tomorrow to stop by TRL before heading to Boston. Then we’ll hop around the country a bit before landing back in New York for Letterman…”
“I don’t know. I don’t know that I’m ready for that…”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips quickly, “It won’t be any fun without you. You have a passport, right?”
“…I do…”
“Good, because after New York, we’re going to London.”
Her eyes brightened, “London?”
Quickly noticing her changing reaction to his declaration, Adam leaned over and kissed her lips, “Yes, London. Come with me.”
“I…” she glanced over at his mother.
Patsy smiled, “Go, Kylia. I’ll take care of Aristotle.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out…”
“Nonsense. We’ll keep each other company.”
“Well… if you’re certain…”
“Good,” Adam grinned and quickly kissed her. “Because I already booked your flight.”
“You were just so sure that I would agree to it?”
He winked, “I thought I could convince you.”
“When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
Kylia stood up, “Well then I better get packing.”
“I’ll come help,” Adam offered and followed her into the house before she could protest.
Once in her room, not that he regularly restrained himself around his mother, Adam wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Kylia protested softly, attempting to push him away. Instead of letting her go, his arms remained folded around her, his lips still kissing her soft skin.
“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.
“You weren’t gone long,” her arms folded over his. “And we talked all the time on the phone.”
“That’s not the same,” his hands slowly began to wander, one cupping her plump breast.
She groaned slightly, leaning backwards against him, “Adam, if we’re leaving early in the morning, I need to pack…”
He nibbled on her ear, “We can sleep on the plane.”
Giving into him, Kylia turned around in his embrace and met his mouth in a kiss. He smiled as his fingers tugged her shirt up. Tossing the soft cotton tee aside, Adam quickly removed her bra and groaned. Ignoring her sighed protests he leaned down and kissed her nipples, sucking gently. She giggled huskily, her fingers tugging on his shirt. With a smile, Adam stopped kissing her flesh, leaned away and pulled off his shirt, and kissed her mouth again.
“Adam…”
Not saying anything in response, he quickly undressed her and shed his own clothing. His lips locked with hers as he pressed her backwards onto her bed. Adam barely maneuvered them towards the center of the bed before thrusting into her. Both moaned as he pushed fully into her body.
“Oh god, Ky, you’re so…”
“Yes, Adam…. Yes,” she moaned.
They quickly and passionately loved. Their bodies and voices united, becoming one. He did not bother to change positions as he knew neither of them would last long. It had been unbearable being apart from her while finishing up the album and the brief promotional things they had done already. Her moans quickened and became softer, indicating she was close to orgasm. With a smile, Adam thrust harder, his hands squeezing her breasts. She reached up and pulled him into a kiss.
Her legs locked around his waist and her body tensed. With some struggle, Adam pulled out of her body and squirted jets of white goo onto her soft stomach. She giggled softly as he rolled off of her, reaching for something to clean her off. As he turned back around, he smiled, watching her fingers rub it around briefly. Using his own tee shirt, he wiped her clean before cuddling up with her.
“I love you,” he muttered kissing her ear.
She smiled, her fingers brushing over his cock, “You’re still kinda hard.”
He kissed her ear again, “It has been weeks since we made love.”
“Three weeks,” she sighed.
Adam tucked hair behind her ear, “Three horrible weeks. I’m sorry I left you with my mother that long.”
Kylia chuckled, “She’s harmless, Adam. I’ve enjoyed my time with her.”
“But you would rather be with me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a question.”
He rubbed his cock against her leg, “It wasn’t.”
She giggled, “Again, already?”
Adam kissed her deeply, “Again already.”
After checking into the New York City hotel, and refusing sex, Kylia followed Adam out onto the streets. She had traveled a bit before, but not to the city in many years. She was curious to see Ground Zero, but did not feel it right to bring up herself. She was merely there to support Adam. She would do what he needed.
He hailed a cab and kissed her quickly. As they ducked into the back of the car, Kylia was certain she saw someone photograph them. Even though she and Adam had been together for over two months, she was definitely not used to it. Luckily it only happened when she was with him, not that it made it acceptable.
“Uh oh,” he muttered, leaning over and kissing her as the car headed away.
“What?” her eyes went to his.
“You’re frowning. I thought you’d like to go shopping.”
“I… of course I do,” she responded. “Though I don’t understand why I need new clothes.”
“I know that you think that,” Adam said. “But we’re going to be in the public eye often the next few days, so I thought you would want to look your absolute best.”
“Adam…”
“We’re going to go to a couple of boutiques and then… I’m going to see that you’re pampered at a salon while I go to MTV.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” he smiled, glancing out the window as the taxi pulled up in front a couple of boutiques.
They departed the taxi and headed into the first shop. High-end boutiques were not out of the realm for Kylia, she just never tended to gravitate towards anything that would make her stand out. Boutique clothes tended to make one stand out. Even with all of Adam’s sweet words, her first instinct was to disappear, to not be seen.
She needed to get over it quickly. She was dating a star.
With a sigh, she began to look over the clothing options in the boutique, slowly working her way towards the back of the store. Adam stood nearby, on his cell phone with someone from the band. With his focus on his conversation, not Kylia, he missed all of the signs of a woman deteriorating. By the time she reached the back of the store, without a single item in her hands, she was ready to give up already.
Instead, she smiled at him between phone calls and followed him into the next store. Kylia pulled away from him, leaving him with his phone and once more perused racks of clothing. Electing to try on a few items, she made her way back to the fitting rooms and disappeared into a small, mirrored room.
After trying on every single one and not being able to close buttons or zippers, Kylia was done. She quickly pulled her own, comfortable clothing back on and threw open the dressing room door. Adam looked up from where he sat on a padded bench near a three-way mirror. She did not even glance in his direction, but continued to stalk out of the store.
Hanging up his phone quickly, Adam jumped to his feet and bolted after her. Shoving the phone in the pocket of his jeans, he pushed open the door a moment after it swung close from her departure. Pausing on the sidewalk briefly, he glanced both directions, trying to ascertain where she was. Seeing her dark hair weaving through the crowds to his left, Adam quickly pushed towards her.
His fingers reached out for her wrist, making her stop in the midst of the busy New York streets. She whirled around, her eyes meeting his. Seeing mascara streaking her face, his heart plummeted into his shoes.
“Kylia,” he muttered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention in the shops. Jesse thought that—”
“This has nothing to do with you. Absolutely nothing,” she declared.
“Then why are you upset?” he asked softly, completely confused.
She reached up and wiped away her tears, “Nothing. Just go to MTV. I’m going to go back to the hotel and hide.”
“What? No. Why would you do that?”
Completely not caring they were on a very public street, Kylia quickly snapped back, “Why wouldn’t I? You clearly don’t want to be seen with me as I am.”
“What? No. I just wanted to—”
“I can’t be like her, the girl before me. I will never fit into any of the clothes in these fucking stores,” she motioned to the boutiques behind him. “They weren’t meant for fat girls like me. You weren’t made for fat girls like me.”
The emotions drained from his face, “Ky… you can’t possibly believe that.”
“Believe it? No, I know it. I have never been able to fit into that stuff,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I am who I am. And I am not a stick thin little model who—”
Before she could continue to denigrate herself, Adam’s mouth pressed against hers, silencing her words, “I love you as you are, Kylia. I would not ever ask you to change who you are.”
“But you have. You want me to dress in the clothes that—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I want you to wear beautiful things because you are a beautiful woman. I have been connected to the fashion industry for too long to not know that wearing something beautiful makes you feel better, even more beautiful. I want you to feel as beautiful as I know you are. I want you to have all the beautiful things that you deserve.”
“But, Adam, I’m not beautiful. I’m fa—”
“Fabulously gorgeous,” he interjected and kissed her again. “And I will see that you are made very aware of this, just like I did in Hawaii.”
Her face scrunched in pain again, “Adam, I shouldn’t—”
“Come on, beautiful,” Adam’s lips brushed over hers. “We’ll go back to the hotel and get a new list of recommended boutiques to visit after MTV.”
“After?”
He touched her nose briefly before turning to hail a cab, “We won’t have enough time to get the list and get you to the salon properly before I have to be to MTV. So we’ll go shopping afterwards.”
“But, Adam, I don’t need—”
“You’re right. You don’t need new clothes, but you deserve them. I want you feel as amazing as I know you are. You will tonight. I’m sure of it.”
Refusing an overhaul of her makeup after much more pampering than she believed she deserved, Kylia returned to the hotel. Without Adam by her side, she was able to navigate the streets of New York without worrying about being tailed by a photographer. She was already certain her earlier breakdown was going to end up on gossip sites. They would likely think she and Adam had been fighting over something, but how far from the truth that was. Adam was… more than she deserved, that was certain.
With a paper bag tucked under her arm, she headed up to the hotel suite. Catching her reflection in a mirror as she stepped out of the elevator, Kylia stopped for a moment. It had been a long time since she had bangs and certainly an even longer time since she colored her hair. But Adam had been right, having all the men and women at the salon pampering her made her feel better. And yet she felt guilty about enjoying the manicure, pedicure, and other salon treatments. Had that not been the type of thing she was previously against? Her father would…
Shaking her head, Kylia tried to push her father and his slutty model wife out of her thoughts. Instead, she dug her room key out of her purse and headed towards the room. Unlocking the door and slipping in, she absently dropped her purse on the chair next to the door and continued into the room. She pulled the paper bag out from under her arm and headed towards the bathroom. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled the box from the bag, letting the bag absently drop onto the carpeted floor of the suite.
Hearing sounds in the room from the bathroom, Kylia rushed to finish up and washed her hands. Hand towel in hand, she opened the door while drying off her hands and glanced out. Her eyes instantly noticed the opulent bouquet of flowers on top of the minibar.
“Adam?” she called softly.
He stepped out of the bedroom, “I didn’t expect you to be back already.”
“I could say the same,” she tossed the towel absently into the bathroom, trying to not draw too much attention to it.
“Promotion ended so I hurried back here,” he responded, stepping towards her. “I really like your hair.”
“Thanks,” she smiled, flushing slightly.
His fingers reached up and lightly flicked her bangs, “Especially this. It gives you a certain… almost European look.”
She blushed a bit more, “You think?”
“Definitely,” he nodded and quickly pecked her lips. “I also have a few places to take you that cater to curvier fashionistas.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Christina Aguilera had a few suggestions,” he broke away and headed towards the mini bar, pulling out a bottle of water. “And you know if she recommends a place, they will definitely make certain you leave feeling like a princess.”
“Is she really as big of a diva as she seems?” she asked absently, stealing his water bottle and taking a sip.
He smirked, “I haven’t spent much time around her, but… basically, yes.”
“I guess if you have a voice that big…”
“Precisely,” Adam nodded, accepting his bottle back. “Why are you back early?”
“Well I opted to not have them overhaul my makeup. I don’t need five extra pounds on my face,” she explained.
His fingers touched her chin, tilting her face up towards his for a kiss, “Good. I love seeing your more natural beauty.”
She flushed again, “Thank you.”
“Should we head out for dinner now or do you want to wait awhile?” he asked.
“Um,” she glanced at the bathroom, “could we just stay in for the night? I think after today, I don’t want to give the press more to make fun of.”
Adam noticed her glance but did not mention it, “I think that’s even more reason to go out. We should go out and show off how beautiful and composed you are.”
“I don’t know…”
“Ky, what’s on your mind?”
“Today was just emotionally draining and…”
“There’s more to it than just some skinny bitch clothes,” he commented. “Is there something else I should know?”
“Um… well… I don’t think so.”
“Kylia,” he warned, making her meet his eyes again, “did something happen at the salon?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then what is it?”
She broke eye contact briefly, “Well… um…”
“Yes?”
Her eyes went back to his, “I’m late.”
“Late for what?”
Her gaze flicked to the bathroom, hoping he would read her gesture and she would not have to say it.
“Late for what?” he repeated.
“My period, Adam. My period is late.”
His eyes widened, “Ky…”
“And I just peed on a pregnancy test,” she admitted.
His gaze flicked to the bathroom, “Has it been long enough?”
“I… I think so.”
“Should we…?”
“Adam, what if…?”
He quickly embraced her, “Then we’ll talk about what we want to do, like the adults we are. We’re in this together.”
She nodded, “Well let’s go see if we’re pregnant or not then.”
Rating: NC-17 [language, nudity, sex]
Summary: A couple of weeks have passed since returning from Hawaii. Adam has been caught up in work... and misses Kylia. He decides to fix everything...
Sitting on stool in his mother’s kitchen, Adam bit into an apple. Despite the crunch of the fruit, he listened in on the conversation between his mother and girlfriend. It seemed to be a completely innocent topic, something about redoing a flower bed out in the garden, but he felt it meant much more. If Kylia was willing to plant things in the yard, that meant she was figuratively putting down roots as well. Maybe now was the time to break the news to her.
He tossed his core into the trashcan and pushed open the screen door. A smile quickly lit up her face as she looked up at him. Returning her smile, Adam headed over to her, leaned down, and kissed her softly.
She giggled, “Your mouth is sticky from your apple.”
“Maybe we should fix that,” he responded with a wink.
She rolled her eyes, “What are you up to?”
“Besides coming to see the most beautiful women in my life?” he sat on the padded bench next to her.
Kylia shook her head, “Yes, besides that.”
“Well… you need to pack your bags,” Adam declared, reaching for her hand.
“For?” she asked, wiggling her hand in his.
“Now that the album has been released, I have a bit of promoting to do. I want you to come with me,” he stated.
“There’s more? You just got back from doing Saturday Night Live.”
He nodded, “I still wish you had come with me then. But anyways, we leave for New York tomorrow to stop by TRL before heading to Boston. Then we’ll hop around the country a bit before landing back in New York for Letterman…”
“I don’t know. I don’t know that I’m ready for that…”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips quickly, “It won’t be any fun without you. You have a passport, right?”
“…I do…”
“Good, because after New York, we’re going to London.”
Her eyes brightened, “London?”
Quickly noticing her changing reaction to his declaration, Adam leaned over and kissed her lips, “Yes, London. Come with me.”
“I…” she glanced over at his mother.
Patsy smiled, “Go, Kylia. I’ll take care of Aristotle.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out…”
“Nonsense. We’ll keep each other company.”
“Well… if you’re certain…”
“Good,” Adam grinned and quickly kissed her. “Because I already booked your flight.”
“You were just so sure that I would agree to it?”
He winked, “I thought I could convince you.”
“When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
Kylia stood up, “Well then I better get packing.”
“I’ll come help,” Adam offered and followed her into the house before she could protest.
Once in her room, not that he regularly restrained himself around his mother, Adam wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. Kylia protested softly, attempting to push him away. Instead of letting her go, his arms remained folded around her, his lips still kissing her soft skin.
“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.
“You weren’t gone long,” her arms folded over his. “And we talked all the time on the phone.”
“That’s not the same,” his hands slowly began to wander, one cupping her plump breast.
She groaned slightly, leaning backwards against him, “Adam, if we’re leaving early in the morning, I need to pack…”
He nibbled on her ear, “We can sleep on the plane.”
Giving into him, Kylia turned around in his embrace and met his mouth in a kiss. He smiled as his fingers tugged her shirt up. Tossing the soft cotton tee aside, Adam quickly removed her bra and groaned. Ignoring her sighed protests he leaned down and kissed her nipples, sucking gently. She giggled huskily, her fingers tugging on his shirt. With a smile, Adam stopped kissing her flesh, leaned away and pulled off his shirt, and kissed her mouth again.
“Adam…”
Not saying anything in response, he quickly undressed her and shed his own clothing. His lips locked with hers as he pressed her backwards onto her bed. Adam barely maneuvered them towards the center of the bed before thrusting into her. Both moaned as he pushed fully into her body.
“Oh god, Ky, you’re so…”
“Yes, Adam…. Yes,” she moaned.
They quickly and passionately loved. Their bodies and voices united, becoming one. He did not bother to change positions as he knew neither of them would last long. It had been unbearable being apart from her while finishing up the album and the brief promotional things they had done already. Her moans quickened and became softer, indicating she was close to orgasm. With a smile, Adam thrust harder, his hands squeezing her breasts. She reached up and pulled him into a kiss.
Her legs locked around his waist and her body tensed. With some struggle, Adam pulled out of her body and squirted jets of white goo onto her soft stomach. She giggled softly as he rolled off of her, reaching for something to clean her off. As he turned back around, he smiled, watching her fingers rub it around briefly. Using his own tee shirt, he wiped her clean before cuddling up with her.
“I love you,” he muttered kissing her ear.
She smiled, her fingers brushing over his cock, “You’re still kinda hard.”
He kissed her ear again, “It has been weeks since we made love.”
“Three weeks,” she sighed.
Adam tucked hair behind her ear, “Three horrible weeks. I’m sorry I left you with my mother that long.”
Kylia chuckled, “She’s harmless, Adam. I’ve enjoyed my time with her.”
“But you would rather be with me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a question.”
He rubbed his cock against her leg, “It wasn’t.”
She giggled, “Again, already?”
Adam kissed her deeply, “Again already.”
After checking into the New York City hotel, and refusing sex, Kylia followed Adam out onto the streets. She had traveled a bit before, but not to the city in many years. She was curious to see Ground Zero, but did not feel it right to bring up herself. She was merely there to support Adam. She would do what he needed.
He hailed a cab and kissed her quickly. As they ducked into the back of the car, Kylia was certain she saw someone photograph them. Even though she and Adam had been together for over two months, she was definitely not used to it. Luckily it only happened when she was with him, not that it made it acceptable.
“Uh oh,” he muttered, leaning over and kissing her as the car headed away.
“What?” her eyes went to his.
“You’re frowning. I thought you’d like to go shopping.”
“I… of course I do,” she responded. “Though I don’t understand why I need new clothes.”
“I know that you think that,” Adam said. “But we’re going to be in the public eye often the next few days, so I thought you would want to look your absolute best.”
“Adam…”
“We’re going to go to a couple of boutiques and then… I’m going to see that you’re pampered at a salon while I go to MTV.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” he smiled, glancing out the window as the taxi pulled up in front a couple of boutiques.
They departed the taxi and headed into the first shop. High-end boutiques were not out of the realm for Kylia, she just never tended to gravitate towards anything that would make her stand out. Boutique clothes tended to make one stand out. Even with all of Adam’s sweet words, her first instinct was to disappear, to not be seen.
She needed to get over it quickly. She was dating a star.
With a sigh, she began to look over the clothing options in the boutique, slowly working her way towards the back of the store. Adam stood nearby, on his cell phone with someone from the band. With his focus on his conversation, not Kylia, he missed all of the signs of a woman deteriorating. By the time she reached the back of the store, without a single item in her hands, she was ready to give up already.
Instead, she smiled at him between phone calls and followed him into the next store. Kylia pulled away from him, leaving him with his phone and once more perused racks of clothing. Electing to try on a few items, she made her way back to the fitting rooms and disappeared into a small, mirrored room.
After trying on every single one and not being able to close buttons or zippers, Kylia was done. She quickly pulled her own, comfortable clothing back on and threw open the dressing room door. Adam looked up from where he sat on a padded bench near a three-way mirror. She did not even glance in his direction, but continued to stalk out of the store.
Hanging up his phone quickly, Adam jumped to his feet and bolted after her. Shoving the phone in the pocket of his jeans, he pushed open the door a moment after it swung close from her departure. Pausing on the sidewalk briefly, he glanced both directions, trying to ascertain where she was. Seeing her dark hair weaving through the crowds to his left, Adam quickly pushed towards her.
His fingers reached out for her wrist, making her stop in the midst of the busy New York streets. She whirled around, her eyes meeting his. Seeing mascara streaking her face, his heart plummeted into his shoes.
“Kylia,” he muttered, “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention in the shops. Jesse thought that—”
“This has nothing to do with you. Absolutely nothing,” she declared.
“Then why are you upset?” he asked softly, completely confused.
She reached up and wiped away her tears, “Nothing. Just go to MTV. I’m going to go back to the hotel and hide.”
“What? No. Why would you do that?”
Completely not caring they were on a very public street, Kylia quickly snapped back, “Why wouldn’t I? You clearly don’t want to be seen with me as I am.”
“What? No. I just wanted to—”
“I can’t be like her, the girl before me. I will never fit into any of the clothes in these fucking stores,” she motioned to the boutiques behind him. “They weren’t meant for fat girls like me. You weren’t made for fat girls like me.”
The emotions drained from his face, “Ky… you can’t possibly believe that.”
“Believe it? No, I know it. I have never been able to fit into that stuff,” she waved her hand dismissively. “I am who I am. And I am not a stick thin little model who—”
Before she could continue to denigrate herself, Adam’s mouth pressed against hers, silencing her words, “I love you as you are, Kylia. I would not ever ask you to change who you are.”
“But you have. You want me to dress in the clothes that—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I want you to wear beautiful things because you are a beautiful woman. I have been connected to the fashion industry for too long to not know that wearing something beautiful makes you feel better, even more beautiful. I want you to feel as beautiful as I know you are. I want you to have all the beautiful things that you deserve.”
“But, Adam, I’m not beautiful. I’m fa—”
“Fabulously gorgeous,” he interjected and kissed her again. “And I will see that you are made very aware of this, just like I did in Hawaii.”
Her face scrunched in pain again, “Adam, I shouldn’t—”
“Come on, beautiful,” Adam’s lips brushed over hers. “We’ll go back to the hotel and get a new list of recommended boutiques to visit after MTV.”
“After?”
He touched her nose briefly before turning to hail a cab, “We won’t have enough time to get the list and get you to the salon properly before I have to be to MTV. So we’ll go shopping afterwards.”
“But, Adam, I don’t need—”
“You’re right. You don’t need new clothes, but you deserve them. I want you feel as amazing as I know you are. You will tonight. I’m sure of it.”
Refusing an overhaul of her makeup after much more pampering than she believed she deserved, Kylia returned to the hotel. Without Adam by her side, she was able to navigate the streets of New York without worrying about being tailed by a photographer. She was already certain her earlier breakdown was going to end up on gossip sites. They would likely think she and Adam had been fighting over something, but how far from the truth that was. Adam was… more than she deserved, that was certain.
With a paper bag tucked under her arm, she headed up to the hotel suite. Catching her reflection in a mirror as she stepped out of the elevator, Kylia stopped for a moment. It had been a long time since she had bangs and certainly an even longer time since she colored her hair. But Adam had been right, having all the men and women at the salon pampering her made her feel better. And yet she felt guilty about enjoying the manicure, pedicure, and other salon treatments. Had that not been the type of thing she was previously against? Her father would…
Shaking her head, Kylia tried to push her father and his slutty model wife out of her thoughts. Instead, she dug her room key out of her purse and headed towards the room. Unlocking the door and slipping in, she absently dropped her purse on the chair next to the door and continued into the room. She pulled the paper bag out from under her arm and headed towards the bathroom. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled the box from the bag, letting the bag absently drop onto the carpeted floor of the suite.
Hearing sounds in the room from the bathroom, Kylia rushed to finish up and washed her hands. Hand towel in hand, she opened the door while drying off her hands and glanced out. Her eyes instantly noticed the opulent bouquet of flowers on top of the minibar.
“Adam?” she called softly.
He stepped out of the bedroom, “I didn’t expect you to be back already.”
“I could say the same,” she tossed the towel absently into the bathroom, trying to not draw too much attention to it.
“Promotion ended so I hurried back here,” he responded, stepping towards her. “I really like your hair.”
“Thanks,” she smiled, flushing slightly.
His fingers reached up and lightly flicked her bangs, “Especially this. It gives you a certain… almost European look.”
She blushed a bit more, “You think?”
“Definitely,” he nodded and quickly pecked her lips. “I also have a few places to take you that cater to curvier fashionistas.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Christina Aguilera had a few suggestions,” he broke away and headed towards the mini bar, pulling out a bottle of water. “And you know if she recommends a place, they will definitely make certain you leave feeling like a princess.”
“Is she really as big of a diva as she seems?” she asked absently, stealing his water bottle and taking a sip.
He smirked, “I haven’t spent much time around her, but… basically, yes.”
“I guess if you have a voice that big…”
“Precisely,” Adam nodded, accepting his bottle back. “Why are you back early?”
“Well I opted to not have them overhaul my makeup. I don’t need five extra pounds on my face,” she explained.
His fingers touched her chin, tilting her face up towards his for a kiss, “Good. I love seeing your more natural beauty.”
She flushed again, “Thank you.”
“Should we head out for dinner now or do you want to wait awhile?” he asked.
“Um,” she glanced at the bathroom, “could we just stay in for the night? I think after today, I don’t want to give the press more to make fun of.”
Adam noticed her glance but did not mention it, “I think that’s even more reason to go out. We should go out and show off how beautiful and composed you are.”
“I don’t know…”
“Ky, what’s on your mind?”
“Today was just emotionally draining and…”
“There’s more to it than just some skinny bitch clothes,” he commented. “Is there something else I should know?”
“Um… well… I don’t think so.”
“Kylia,” he warned, making her meet his eyes again, “did something happen at the salon?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then what is it?”
She broke eye contact briefly, “Well… um…”
“Yes?”
Her eyes went back to his, “I’m late.”
“Late for what?”
Her gaze flicked to the bathroom, hoping he would read her gesture and she would not have to say it.
“Late for what?” he repeated.
“My period, Adam. My period is late.”
His eyes widened, “Ky…”
“And I just peed on a pregnancy test,” she admitted.
His gaze flicked to the bathroom, “Has it been long enough?”
“I… I think so.”
“Should we…?”
“Adam, what if…?”
He quickly embraced her, “Then we’ll talk about what we want to do, like the adults we are. We’re in this together.”
She nodded, “Well let’s go see if we’re pregnant or not then.”
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