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“Can we take another break? I’m not feeling well again!” A very dizzy Adele Agreste asked, her hands already moving unconsciously towards her mouth to prevent any disaster.
“Yeah, sure!” Nathalie told her. “Do you want me to go with you?” But the only response was the loud thud the studio door made as soon as her friend sprinted out the door. She shook her head and sighed. It was impossible to see her like that.
The photographer looked startled at Nathalie.“Dude is she okay? It’s the third time we are redoing this shoot and it’s the third time we have to stop it because she’s feeling groggy or whatever.”
“She’s fine, Michael. It’s just the flu.” She answered.
“Maybe she should check a doctor. That’s why they exist!”
“Maybe, Michael, you should tell her that. She won’t listen to anyone when it comes to doctors unless she’s nearly dying! Which is almost never.” She didn’t mean to scold the photographer that way but the truth had to be told! Adele was a great person but she was very stubborn when it came to some things. Health was one of them.
“I should be checking on her, anyway. I’ll let you know if we need to reschedule it, again.”
When Nathalie reached the bathroom she saw her friend seated on her knees and her arms resting on the toilet seat. She was in such a hurry that she probably forgot to close the cubicle door.
Honestly, she had seen her far worse than that, but it was still kind of funny to Adele vulnerable that way. She suppressed a giggle and joined her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m gr….” She was going to look at her friend but the sudden urge to throw up again made her face the toilet again. But it was a false alarm.
Grabbing a bit of toilet paper, Adele cleaned her mouth and gave Nathalie a reassuring smile.
“As I was trying to say, I’m great! I feel absolutely drained but great.”
“I think that’s what happens when you are with the flu. You throw up and all that nasty stuff… If you had gone to the doctor, you would be cured by now! Seriously Adele how much does it cost you to grab a phone and schedule an appointment, huh? You’ve been like this for 3 days! 3 days! You can’t keep pretending you’re fine!” She took her phone out of her jacket’s pocket and started dialling a number. “So if you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you!”
“About that…” A hint of uncertainty hit Adele’s voice, Nathalie side eyed her. “I’m afraid I’m not with the flu.”
That night, Adele decided it was finally time to tell the news. Dinner seemed the best time to do it so while she waited, she planned a little speech on her head (that ended up being useless) and tried to control her nerves.
“So how was your day, darling? Did you get anything done?” She spoke trying to make casual conversation.
“My day was good, thank you.” Satisfaction filled Gabriel’s voice. “We finally finished the spring/summer collection which means we’re on track again and will have everything ready for the next show. What about you?”
“Oh, just the usual! I had one shoot in the morning and during the afternoon I helped Nath getting rid of some of her work. Seriously, Gabe! If you keep overloading her with work, the poor girl will be on burnout faster than anyone in that company!” She made a small pause to drink water and to eat more, not giving him any time to answer and then proceeded. “Anyway, when we were done for the day I still had plenty of time left so I went to the fencing club to check up on things!”
“You can’t really hold up a day without going there, can you?”
“C'mon, you know it’s stronger than me! Also, it won’t be long until I can be fully back, or at least that was the prognosis three days ago…” She mumbled the last part, weirdly hoping that her husband wouldn’t hear it.
“What do you mean with ’that was the prognosis three days ago’? Did your foot suddenly got worse?” He asked concerned.
“Oh, no! It’s not that! My foot’s amazing! You don’t need to worry about it, really!”
“So what is it then, Adele?”
She looked down at her plate and started to split food into its corners. After a while, she placed her cutlery down and met Gabriel’s icy blue eyes. Her look was serious but the smile on her face was clearly evident.
“Gabe…” She started slowly, placing her hands over his. “I honestly don’t know how to tell you this and I guess that as many little speeches I prepare, none will be more efficient than going straight to the point. So…” She tightened her grip and took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant!”
The room fell into a deep silence, Adele’s words echoing on the walls. Gabriel’s expression was blank, the only (involuntary) reaction being his mouth wide open.
“You’re pregnant…” He whispered trying to process it. “Oh my God, Adele you’re pregnant!” He nearly screamed ecstatic. Her smile widened even more and her eyes were shining like diamonds now. Soon tears started falling down her face. It was impossible for her to hide her happiness.
“I know honey, I know!” She whispered. “We’re going to be parents! Isn’t that amazing?”
“It surely is!” He chuckled, getting up to hug his wife. “Wow, I still can’t believe in all of this, darling!” Gabriel then placed his hand on his wife’s stomach and with his voice trembling with happiness and filled with infinite hope and excitement, he pronounced the first words to his future child.
“Hi, little one! I can’t wait to meet you!”