Forever Mine *Virginia*

chapter 2

Virginia

"Right away handsome," I mock that waitress as soon as I hang up the phone. Yes, I know that was wrong. He didn't do anything wrong, but I get jealous. I can't help it. I know it is wrong, because we technically are not together. Ugh, I shouldn't have answered his call. Now I will be taking my test and be angry. I better not get a bad grade because of this. I take a deep breath, and drink some water. The bell already rang, so I have to go. These pregnancy hormones are already all out of control. I walk to my class and all of a sudden I feel the urge to puke. I run to the nearest trash can and release nothing, because I can't eat or drink anything. This baby won't let me keep anything down. I am dying here. Out of nowhere I woke up today and nothing has been going my way. I feel so sick, and to keep my mind, body and nose busy not thinking about it, I am trying to study and do other things, but everything is bugging me today.

Luckily, I feel pretty good after the test. I knew every answer and my mood has lifted now. Beckham texted me a heart emoji, but he and his handsome face can wait until I call later, because I can't even text. I have no time. I rush back to my room and grab my makeup kit and rush out to the house these people rented for their daughter and her friends to get ready for the prom.

I pull up, and this place is huge. I drive down the long driveway and park in the front. I grab my things and knock on the front door. A young girl opens. "Oh my gosh, Virginia, come in. I am so happy you are doing my makeup. You are the best makeup artist." the girl tells me and I smile. "Thank you. So am I starting with you?" I ask her and she nods. "Yes." I follow her to the room with all the squealing girls. After I set up, but before I start on the first girl, they ask for pictures and ask about Dallas and my sister with the bakery. These people are well informed on my family. I call Dallas, so she can say hi to them, and they are over the moon excited about it. I smile as I watch them. I wonder if this is what the farm will look like when my baby and nieces and nephews get older. When they all go to prom, which will be a wild day. There will be 5 of them going to prom together. I am sure it will be so busy like right now. I can't wait for the future. Now if I could get the courage to tell Beckham about our baby. He had a fire emergency he had to help with yesterday and I don't feel it was the right time to say anything. I think my sister's already told their spouses. Dallas told Tyler right away. The others, I don't know. I want to surprise Beckham. I just don't know how. At first, I thought to include baseball, but I know that is a sore subject for him, so I am not sure. He is a really basic man and isn't a fan of many things, so I might just have to tell him and that's it. I will try to think of something cute though.

I do makeup for 5 girls and then the mom of the first girl asks if I can do her makeup as well. The girls leave to finish getting ready, and I quickly realize that this woman is an alcoholic. She is drinking her martinis very quickly. I am surprised she isn't more drunk than this. She sits in the chair and tells me her whole life story and all of her problems. How she found out that her husband of 20 years has a whole a$$ other family, and how she decided that if he can cheat, so can she. She didn't want to change her kids' lives, so she kept her mouth shut and sleeps with her gym instructor every day, because his d!ck is bigger than her husbands. This is wild. Her breath hits me again and this time I can't keep the vomit from coming back up. "Excuse me." I say and grab the trash can that is in the corner and puke. I don't even think she notices, because she hasn't stopped talking about herself. I finish and wash my hands in the sink and begin packing up. "Oh, is it time for you to go? I got carried away chit-chatting. You are so much fun girl. We should do this again," she says, and I just smile and nod, still trying to get myself under control. "Thank you, Virginia. We will definitely be calling you again. Let me get my husband to come pay you," the drunk woman says and stumbles away.

I make my way down stairs and wait for like 2 minutes by the front door, before an older man wearing a suit walks into the little waiting area they have there. I watch as the young couples take pictures outside the window. "Well well well, where did you come from? I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you," the man tells me. I immediately feel the ick from this guy. "Cat got your tongue pretty lady? You could have my tongue all over your body. F*ck, you are so hot." I am appalled and have no clue who this man is and why he is being so disrespectful and harassing me. "Excuse me!" I say. "If you let me get in between your thighs, I can show you a good time," he tells me. Okay, no money in the world is worth this. "I have to go," I say at the same time that I hear "Hey, there you are," The man looks startled and looks from me to the drunk woman. "Yes honey. Here I am. Who is this?" he asks as he points at me. "Pay the girl," she says. He smirks. "Sure, how much?" This is the most awkward situation I have been in, but I deserve to be paid for my work, and plus, she is the one who set the price. I was going to charge her one thousand for all the girls, but she offered 10 grand. Who would pass that up? "20 grand. She did my makeup as well. She is amazing. Fabulous, Virginia. I will let everyone know about you. Can I tag you? You will re-share me, right?" she throws all of these questions at me and I just nod. The man hands me cash. I open my hand to grab it, and he places it in my hand, and he swiftly tries to touch me, but I pull back and step away from him. "I have to go." I say. "I will be calling you again," she yells as I step out of the house. I don't even make it down the stairs going towards the driveway when the husband catches up to me. "Hey, there's so much more where that came from. You are the hottest woman I have ever seen. My wife and I have an open marriage. Be my mistress, and I will give you the world. Here's my card," he says, and when I don't grab it, he tosses it in my purse. "Trust me, you will be calling. See you around hot cakes," he says, and walks back inside. I take the card out of my purse and throw it on the floor. That man is a d0uche. I get in the car and make my way back home. I will never be answering these people's calls or working here ever again.

I arrive back, and I sit in my car for a bit and send a text in the sister group chat.

V: Can you believe the husband of my client thought I was a hooker? He asked me to be his mistress, and offered me money. Do I look easy?"

C: Ewww. Not easy.

D: You should have kicked him in the balls. That would have been easy!

E: You are only easy for one guy. How old was the husband? Can I add this to a book? I swear crazy things like this only happen to you all. Glad I live a calm, normal life.

A: Didn't I hear that you had Dallas using some girl's head as a baseball?

E: hahahaha

C: You don't look like a hooker sister. Did you tell Beck yet? How is the vomiting?

Of course, Cali would be the one to ask. She is always in mommy mode. I love her so much and this makes me miss my mommy. She won't be here for my pregnancy and now I am sad.

V: I feel so sick and I am sad. I miss mom!.

C: I will make you a basket with things that help with sickness. You will be fine though. I love you. We all miss mom sweetie. Have to go the cookies need frosting.

I grab my things and head inside. I sit on my bed and hold my belly. It's still flat. I can't wait for it to grow though. I am slowly getting a little excited about this pregnancy. I get the urge to puke again and run to the restroom. Once I am finished, I just lay on the cold floor of my restroom. This is draining me. I have to tell Beck soon. I really need his support. I call him, but there's no answer, so I just close my eyes and breathe in and out.