Chapter 27
~*~2 weeks later at the airport~*~
Stacey stood, tapping her foot anxiously against the floor, and
listening to the incessant screams of the young female race. Jesus Christ I wish they'd stop, I'm
getting a headache, she thought as she watched the terminals
doors. The security guard that stood next to her, glanced at her
appreciatively.
Rolling her eyes, she smiled brightly at him. "Excuse me, but do you know when my BOYFRIEND and his buds plane is supposed to be here? I'm on a tight schedule."
The guard shrugged, and went back to holding the girls back.
Her cell phone rang. "Stacey!!!! Oh god no one ever said it would hurt this much, PLEASE tell him to hurry!" squealed Sam, who was finally in labor.
Stacey rolled her eyes. "Listen Sam, what am I supposed to do? Call the plane and say 'FLY FASTER!' I can't do that!"
Sam screamed. "I NEED DRUGS!!!! DOCTOR GIVE ME SOME FUCKING DRUGS. STACEY YOU TELL HIM, I'LL KILL HIM IF HE ISN'T HERE FOR THE BIRTH OF HIS CHILD!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Stacey laughed. "Just take a deep breath and cross your legs. Looks like clouds might delay them for a bit. Take care"
She hung up, as the screaming got louder. Finally she thought, making her way over.
AJ came off first, obviously expecting Sam to be waiting. Seeing Stacey, he rushed over. "Where is she? How is she? AT home? In pain?"
Stacey hit him in the stomach. "She's at the hospital, getting drugs and crossing her legs, so the kid doesn't fly out. She's in labor, and she wants you there....PRONTO!!!!!"
AJ yelped, and told his security guard, and then they were off. Watching them run threw the airport was hilarious. About 10 thousand girls ran after them.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. "NICK!" she shrieked and flew into his arms.
He looked tired. Holding her against him, she realized he still didn't know about the whole Cosmso thing. Kissing her repeatedly, he told his security guard to grab the luggage, and he followed her out to the car.
"You drive" he said weakly, climbing into the passenger side.
She looked at him shocked. "What? Are you okay?"
Nick shrugged and closed his eyes. "Tired" came his response.
She drove out of the airport, telling him about Sam having the baby. He grunted something, then told her to shut up, because he wanted to sleep.
She gritted her teeth. "You are such an asshole when you don't get sleep" she muttered. She flipped on the radio loud.
Poor Nicky, immune to loudness, didn't flutter an eyelid. Pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building they were greeted by more fans. Nick ignored them totally. As he trudged to the elevator, he kept quiet, almost like he was sleep walking. Giving him the silent treatment, she pushed 29.
After unlocking the door, she went to the kitchen. Nick went immediately to bed. Grabbing the bottle of aspirin, she set a glass of water down beside the bed and the aspirin. He was already asleep.
Stroking his cheek, she whispered, "I'm going to see Sam. I'll be home later."
He opened his eyes. "Whats wrong with Sam?"
Stacey
kissed him. "She's in labor, now go to sleep."
Obediently he shut his eyes and she left.
~*~5 hours later~*~
Running into the apartment, Stacey shook with excitement. Nick
was on the couch eating pizza and watching basketball.
"Nick! They had twins!!!!! Identical twins!!!!"
Nick looked up from the game. "That is sooooo cool. No wonder Sam looked as big as a house."
Stacey snorted and plopped down. "I'm bushed. Too much excitement for one day. Anybody call?"
Nick nodded pulling her close for a long kiss. "Yeah some french lady. She wanted to know if you wanted to subscribe to some magazine. I told her you weren't interested."
Stacey's heart stopped. "You....WHAT???!!!" she shrieked jumping onto his chest.
Nick grinned, his eyes lighting up. Trying to pull her close for another kiss, Nick closed his eyes.
She pushed roughly against him and stood up. "I can't believe you. I'll be right back."
She ran into her bedroom, and called The editor. Telling her she still had to discuss it with her boyfriend, she promised to call back with the answer soon. Stomping back out to the TV room, she noticed Nick sitting there confused.
"What did I do wrong?"he asked.
She swallowed. "Okay, I'm sorry that I yelled, but that lady has offered me something I really can't turn down. Its all up to you."
Nick patted the couch and she sat down next to him. Grabbing his hand, she continued. "I got offered a job....My dream come true job....She wants me to be the editor of a huge magazine. Oh Nick, its just perfect."
Nick smiled. "Well congratulations!!!! My baby is going to be a working woman! I'm so proud of you. When do you begin? What mag?"
Stacey smiled uneasily. "Well, I have to begin soon, and its for Cosmopolitan."
Nick whistled. "Wow! BJ, and my mom read that. Thats so great. And to let you edit it from Florida is so cool of them"
Stacey looked at the floor. Nick caught the look and glanced at her suspiciously. "It is in Florida right babe?"
Stacey looked up, tears in her eyes. "No." she whispered. Swallowing painfully she said, "Its in France...Paris."
Nick jumped to his feet. "WHAT? You can't do that! What about me? What about Sam? What about US?"
Stacey began to sob. "What am I supposed to do Nick? Sit back for the rest of my life and watch you sing? I want a carreer too. Why is it so hard for you to realize that?"
Nick began to pace. "But I can take care of you. You don't need to work. Please don't leave."
Stacey got up and pleaded with him. "Please Nick, understand, I WANT to work. I love you, please let me do this. Please."
Nick flung himself down on the couch. "But what about us? It just won't work. I can't move to France. It just won't work. If you take this job, then its over between us. Is that what you want?"
She shook her head and sobbed. He clung to her. "Please don't go. I love you, don't leave me. I need you" He chanted while crying.
"I want this job Nick." She said softly.
He looked her in the eye. His eyes full of pain, sadness, and anger. "Then that's it between me and you. Do you want that?"
She shook her head again, desperately.
Nick got up, and grabbed his car keys from the table. "You've already made up your mind haven't you?" he asked quietly, as the tears streamed down his face. She said nothing.
"Then let me be the first to say this Stacey. BON VOYAGE!!" and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
He's walked out of my life, she thought as
she flung herself down on the couch. He just walked out of my
life....and it's my fault....all my fault...again.