Whirlwind romances normally happened when two people met for the first time out of the blue and fell hard in love with each other, not when they were forced to compete against each other in a reality competition, which ended with one indirectly nearly killing the other, just for them to have to compete against each other again. But something in that long chain of fighting and being enemies with each other sparked a romantic attraction that only grew as there was more competition, eventually ending with lots of kissing and cute couple things. But no matter how much they may have thought they were in love with the other, there was so much that they still needed to learn before they were ready to spend the rest of forever with each other.
Problem was, neither Heather nor Alejandro liked admitting that they weren't prepared for something, and if that meant that they were just going to rush into things simply because they didn't want the other to know they weren't ready for it, then that was just how it was going to be. There was the chance that one of them could easily back out of everything, but with the level of planning they were doing for just being two people who were so convinced they were the other's perfect match, that chance was incredibly slim.
They weren't even twenty years old and they were attempting to prepare themselves for the rest of their lives. As the talks grew more and more serious, everything seemed like it was actually going to fall together perfectly in place—until one morning where Heather woke up to find that Alejandro was gone, with nothing telling her where he went. For weeks it was like he had never been there in the first place, and although she was broken up over the fact that her "perfect" relationship she thought she had was over, there wasn't much she did about it. That was, until he came back as mysteriously as he had left, giving no explanation as to where or why he had gone, only that he had done it to make sure he loved her as much as he insisted he did.
Within a week, they were engaged, and not even six months later they were getting married. They were two people who barely knew themselves, let alone each other, and they were taking the step to make sure that they would indeed be together forever. It was a bigger affair than it needed to be; after all, they were still so young and the possibility that everything they were doing on that late spring day would go up in flames within a year. The guest list was something to behold, with everyone they had ever crossed paths with together being invited, and most of those people showed up just to watch in horror at what was happening. For the vast majority of the cast of Total Drama, they thought this was just another way that those two would be getting a spotlight that they didn't need, and watching it was a lot like being a piece of history that would looked back on in laughter later.
The media wasn't invited, odd as many different gossip magazines had eaten up the news of the event like they were starving for things to publish, but someone who definitely did attend the wedding may have leaked her personal pictures of everything at a steep price. (It would not be the last time that Sierra did such a thing, as she couldn't be trusted with anything, but not inviting her would be like ignoring the fact that she had eliminated herself to set up possibly the greatest finale of any reality show, ever: completely wrong.) Leaked alongside those pictures was a shaky cell phone video, taken from three rows back from the altar, which documented the vows of the couple, who looked so young and out of place standing before everyone, doing something that should have been reserved for when they were older and knew better.
The video, which was about ten minutes in length and posted to the internet the night after it was taken, was the only way that the shunned media, as well as the people who weren't given invitations to the event, were able to see what had happened. The single problem with the video wasn't that it shook and made it hard to see everything clearly—but that's what pictures of the same moment were for—but rather that, right as they were starting to finish up and say "I do" to being together for the rest of their lives, someone in the row in front of the cameraperson began to speak in near-rapid Spanish.
"Oh, come on," someone next to the camera said, tapping on the person's shoulder to get them to stop. "We're going to miss hearing what we're all here for." The person looked back, raised a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow, and turned just to continue on with his conversation, leaving the other person to sigh. "Whatever. Not like I actually cared for either of those two anyway."
"Shush, will you?" This time it was the person holding the camera, quite obviously Sierra, who spoke, her voice loud in the replay of the video. "I have got to get this recorded to show the world what they're missing!"
"Like the world actually cares about this." The camera turned from the altar to the person sitting next to her, who was looking at her with a confused expression upon her face. "What, did you expect me to say the world loves these two vile people? I know I'm only here because I can't wait for this to go down in flames. If you want to make money off of it, go for it, but I'm telling you, give it a year. They'll be long broken up by then."
Sierra could be heard scoffing as she turned her camera back up front. "Whatever you say, Gwen," she said, before zooming in to get a shaky, but decent, look at the faces of the bride and groom, who seemed to be happier than she'd ever seen them as they were being made officially each other's. As everyone cheered as they went in for their first kiss as a married couple, the camera got knocked out of Sierra's hands, and the last thing seen before it went to black was the bottoms of pants and dresses of the viewing crowd.
True to what Sierra believed by taking the video and having others taking pictures of the event for her, the part of the world that cared about reality show contestants loved every moment of what they were given. Message boards across the internet lit up with discussion about the wedding, from curious questions about the designers for the clothes to rudely-intentioned bets about how long the marriage would last before it broke apart. And that was that night alone, while there was still celebration and revelry going on for the new union. There was dancing, drinking, and a lot of getting along for a bunch of people that overall hated the people that were the reason they were they, but the third fact could easily be attributed to the second one, and the only person who even knew that there was beginning to be a bit of an online frenzy about what had happened was the person actively uploading evidence of the event online.
"I hope that no one can tell where this is based on that stuff," she said to herself as she sat in the corner, away from everyone who was partying and having a good time. "Last thing I need is someone coming here for their own pictures. Why does someone else need to get the scoop when I've already got it?"
"Huh. Pretty sure we made it clear on the invitation that no personal electronics were allowed." The voice startled Sierra, and she slammed her laptop shut, yanking her phone's cord away from it, and she looked up to see a beautifully crafted wedding dress before her. As sheepishly as she could, her eyes tracked upward, meeting with the icy cold glare, one that no amount of makeup could soften, that Heather was giving her. "What do you think you're doing, bringing that in?"
"You know me, can't go a moment without checking my blogs." Sierra hoped her lie wasn't too obvious, but she figured she had long since been ratted out about filming the ceremony, and if that were the case, nothing she could say would defend her actions. "Shouldn't you be, like, spending time with your honey or something?"
"I should be, but he's with his family and I don't really feel like listening to a conversation I can't understand. Shouldn't you be doing things that were allowed and not posting about this online?" Heather narrowed her eyes even more as she made her glare more intense. "Because, obviously, that's what you're doing. We know you were taking pictures."
Sierra's jaw opened in shock and she started mentally writing her will, making sure to leave everything that mattered to people she cared about, before she replied. "Okay, so I had to take some pictures, but it was for my own personal viewing, I swear! How could I resist sneaking in a camera or three when you're such a gorgeous bride?"
"You're giving a terrible excuse. You knew we had professional photographers here to get pictures of how beautiful I look, so don't try and kiss up to me to get me to not chew you out for what you've done." Holding her hand out as if she expected Sierra to just give her phone over for a check for illegal pictures, Heather was quite surprised when it was someone else who put something in her hand instead.
Rather, it was another hand that grabbed her and pulled her closer to their body. "Mi amor, what are you doing over here when there are many better things you could be doing, such as dancing, or socializing with someone such as myself?" There was something in the way that Alejandro was looking at his new wife that made Sierra want to use her phone to take a picture of the tender moment, but she realized that doing that while she was still in trouble for being caught doing just that was not a good idea.
"No thanks, I've got a rat to punish." The moment ended as quickly as it started, with Heather pulling away to get herself back in front of Sierra, hand still opened to take what she desired. "Hand it over so I can see exactly what you took to share out on your dumb blog."
"I don't have anything on my phone, don't worry." Doing as she was asked, Sierra was proud to know that she wasn't lying, and the look of disappointment that made its way onto Heather's face once she looked and saw that Sierra was indeed telling the truth was almost worth it. "I looked at the pictures, saw that they weren't very good, and deleted them. Besides, like you totally said, there were professionals around doing that for me."
"Uh huh, see, I'm sure you're hiding the pictures somewhere, but the thing is, I don't want to worry about searching everything you've got here with you to find them." The bride, still with her look of anger and disappointment on not finding what she was looking for on her face, motioned to her groom, who seemed to still be waiting for her to go off with him. "I'll be watching you and whatever you're planning on doing, even if I'm spending time with him. Got that?"
Sierra nodded, but once Heather had her back turned to her, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Man, I lucked out on that one big time. Bet I won't get so lucky if I try and snap more pictures, though, so I guess my eager readers are going to have to deal with no reception photos. They'll understand, I bet. Either that, or they'll hate me forever. I hope it's not the second one."
"What are you doing over here?" Much like when she had been approached the first time, Sierra was startled to hear someone coming to talk to her, but her panic level dropped to nonexistent levels when she saw that it was only Cody coming to talk. "I would have figured you'd have been kicked out by now, with all the stuff you said you were going to do that we were told not to do."
"It almost happened, actually," she replied, standing up and tucking her electronics away somewhere safe. "I don't know why you care, though. Bet you'd love to see me get kicked out of here."
He shrugged, and she smiled a bit. "I wouldn't say I'd love it, but with what Gwen told me you were doing during the ceremony, I'm surprised it hasn't happened."
"Gwen told you that I was filming it?" Sierra's eyes went wide, and she began to scan the room to see where the darkly-dressed goth girl was to possibly give her a piece of her mind. "Of course she would. I mean, you get assigned to sit next to someone and they're the one person around that'll tell everyone what you've done."
"Actually, she only told me because I asked." Cody tugged a bit at the tie around his neck, becoming uncomfortable with the fact that his conversation with Sierra had lasted more than a sentence or two. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to try and score a dance or two with some of the hot ladies here." Without much else, he walked off, and she stood frozen for a moment, before chasing off after him.
The partying continued well into the night, and when all was said and done, everyone who had attended considered it an overall success, even though the reason for celebration was one that no one really expected to last much longer than the party itself did. The only people who had faith in the marriage were the two who were part of it, and they made sure to let everyone know that they expected their love to last forever. As the attendees all made their leave, they made sure that them kissing was the final image in their minds. The passion and seemingly true love that they shared made everyone, no matter how tired or inebriated they were, think that maybe there was some hope for the relationship.
And after they returned from their weeks-long honeymoon that took them to several different exotic locations, there was even less room to doubt that they were being serious with this relationship. They seemed happier than they ever had been before, more than willing to take on their new adult responsibilities that they gained by getting married, and there was not a day that went by that they didn't seem to love being in the other's company. In fact, as the days kept going by, it seemed like things were only getting better, with smiles and affection and a glow in their appearances that didn't seem to fade.
People began to get suspicious about what may be going on, but whatever suspicions were there, no one really got the chance to ask about them, unless they were lucky enough to catch either of them on their own and in a good mood. The thing was, when they were together everything was seemingly sunshine and rainbows, but if they were apart, it was a completely different story, and for a good reason. If Alejandro was on his own, it was due to him doing odd jobs for his father, trying to make himself look like someone any employer would want to hire—he was an ex-reality star, and that automatically made him seem like he would be difficult to work with. If Heather was on her own, she would try to make herself seem like just another person, and if someone approached her she couldn't use the excuse of "trying to work" to get out of the interaction.
Instead, she got to use the excuse that she had better things to be doing than talking to strangers or members of the media, and it would get whoever was talking to her to back off. It didn't keep them from noticing how she still looked like she had that newlywed glow on her skin, nor did it stop them from seeing that she was being more modest in her choice of clothing, even though it was midsummer by that point. The number of theories of what was going on that would cause one of them to want to become a working man and the other to become shyer with her appearance started to dwindle, especially as time went on and there became only one logical answer to the situation.
Like she had been with the first wedding pictures posted to the public, Sierra was the answer to everyone's questions and guessing, even if she didn't mean to be. For everyone in the Total Drama cast that she could get to, she tried to make sure that she was spending some time with them at least once a month. She made her living off blog ad revenue, and how was she going to get viewers to her blogs if she wasn't getting gossip from the sources? Her appearance at the sprawling house that the married couple had gotten as a gift from one of their parents wasn't announced or expected, and so when the front door opened and Sierra was standing there, naturally Heather's reaction was to instantly slam the door closed on her, but the few precious seconds the door was open was enough for Sierra to know what was up.
She didn't have absolute confirmation, though, and no blog post on the matter would be believed if she couldn't prove her point. She needed a picture or a statement, or maybe both to prove even the biggest naysayers. "Please let me in," she said in a high-pitched voice that would make dogs whine as she banged on the door. "Please, it's just me! We're friends, right? Friends let friends in!"
"Not in a million years, you crazy woman." Having locked the door and now standing with her back up against it, Heather covered her face with both hands and shook her head, realizing what had just happened. "You are seriously the last person we need around here right now, okay?"
"I swear I'm just here to see how you guys are doing! It's been like months since the wedding, and everyone online's been asking about you two and I can't answer their questions because you two won't talk to anyone!" The door was being banged on rapidly, and would have been drowning out what Sierra was saying, had Sierra not been screaming it. "I won't take pictures, I promise!"
"That's what you said when you came to the wedding, and yet you still took them then! And you made money off of them, might I add." Heather had moved her hands from her face and now had one of them on the locked doorknob, the other hand resting elsewhere. She glanced around a few times, seeing if the other person in the house was around, which he wasn't, and then she turned, quickly unlocking the door and opening it just a crack. "Say you'll give us some of the money you'll make from this and I'll let you in."
Sierra's eyes widened, and her first instinct was to look through the crack in the door to see if she could make anything out, but all that was visible to her was Heather's face. "I don't know, why should I give you money when I'm sure you're super rich or something? I need this money to make a living, you know!"
"And we'd need the money to…ugh, okay, whatever. Not going to waste my breath arguing with you about this." Again the door slammed shut and was locked once more, but rather than remaining at it, Heather walked away and back to the bedroom that she and Alejandro shared, and when she got to its doorway she hit the door as hard as she could, causing a loud banging sound that woke the sleeping man in the bed up. He sat up, looking around wildly for a moment before he saw his wife in the doorway, and once they had made eye contact for more than a second she motioned for him to get up. "I need you to take care of an unwanted someone who's here snooping around," Heather explained as she watched Alejandro stretch, run his fingers through his hair to make it look presentable, and finally get up and approach her. "And I know you'll take care of it a lot better than I would."
"While that is not entirely true, as I know how much you like verbally destroying such snoops, we both know why you are coming to me for this." When he was close enough, Alejandro grabbed Heather into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around her and letting his hands rest where they landed, which was on her sides. "Who is it today? Do we know them? Shall I be aggressive or kind with them?"
As she pushed him off of her, taking special care to get his hands off first, Heather rolled her eyes and replied, "It doesn't matter what you do. It's Sierra, and she's here because she wants to know. I told her that she could know if she gave us half the money she'd make from the news, but obviously she didn't buy into that."
"Of course she would not fall for something as simple as that. She wants to know what everyone else wants, and she wants to know before them. Now let us go take care of her and her desires before she starts to make wild guesses and make this harder for us." This time wrapping only one arm around her shoulders, Alejandro started them walking back towards the front door, the noises of Sierra's frantic knocking growing louder with every step. As they walked, he talked more about what he was thinking of doing, but he was acting on the assumption that the door had not yet been opened, a fact that Heather knew she was going to have to tell him eventually.
"I'm not leaving until this door gets opened and I get facts!" Sierra could be heard screaming from the other side of the door. "I've seen enough to know what's going on, but I need the truth, please!"
"She has, ahem, seen enough?" Alejandro took his arm from around his wife's shoulder and turned to look at her, crossing his arms in front of him. "Is there a piece to the story of her being here that you have neglected to tell me?"
She had known that she would have to tell him that she had opened the door when Sierra had first shown up, but she had figured she would have had the time to do it before it was said anyway. "I may have forgotten to check to see who it was before I opened it. It's too early in the day for this, okay? Slipped my mind that we're hiding some big secret here." At that, Heather took a deep breath, looked into Alejandro's eyes, and shook her head. "I'm going to have to give her what she wants, aren't I?"
"It is either that, or have her share what she knows with the world in an incomplete form and have everyone on us for the sake of solving this problem." He also shook his head, giving her a stern look as he did. "However, as it is still quite early today and I can tell by looking at you that whatever pictures she will inevitably take will be unflattering, if you want to take a moment to ready yourself for this, I will do the honors of explaining the situation to her."
Taking no time to decide to accept his offer, Heather walked back to the bedroom and, making sure to close the door behind her, started to ready herself for what was about to happen. As she searched for the perfect outfit to wear for the occasion, she could hear Sierra's reactions to everything that she knew Alejandro was telling her, and with every squeal and gasp that came from the sitting room, Heather knew that this was going to be one of the worst experiences in her life. But, as things tend to, it could only get worse, and getting "worse" in this situation could only be one thing: some sort of wardrobe malfunction, one that couldn't be fixed with the magic of picking something else to wear.
The offender in this situation was her absolute favorite pair of shorts, which up until this very moment had been perfectly fine whenever she wore them. It seemed that it was no more, though, because no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not get the button even remotely close to the hole where it belonged. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," she muttered as she made several attempts to get it fastened, all of which ended in failure. "I am not going out there with my pants undone."
After giving it one last shot, which was completely futile, she gave up, making a mental note that she needed to do something about that before changing back into her pajama shorts that were snug but still fit. Out in the sitting room she could hear her name being called and she scrambled to finish getting ready, hoping that there wouldn't be any more snags in the process. Naturally, there was, but it was one that had been expected after the first problem, and although the shirt technically did fit and covered what needed to be covered, it was slightly restricting in how tight it was, and if it wasn't for the fact that her name was being called even more at that point, Heather probably would have searched for one that wouldn't be so tight. But she needed to go give a definitive answer to what she had accidentally started when she had opened the front door, and that meant having no room to breathe.
Sierra's reaction to what she got to see was a lot more toned-down than expected, all thanks to the amount of time there had been for Alejandro to explain everything to her. It didn't mean she wasn't going to jump up from her comfy couch spot and scream in excitement, though, nor did it mean she wasn't going to run over to Heather and grab her hands in an attempt to get her to look excited about what was happening. "Oh em gee, everyone online was so right!" Sierra gushed, letting go of the hands she was holding to jump up and down a bit in her excitement. "But they were all guessing, and I bet they didn't think that someone would actually get to prove them all right! I'm so taking pictures of you like this, okay?"
"I don't really think I have a choice, do I?" Heather replied, shooting a glare over at Alejandro, who smiled back at her. "He told you everything, huh?"
"He sure did! When you guys rushed to get married, let me say that everyone thought that you guys were going to turn around and tell the world that you only did that because you were having a baby then, but I guess you guys just loved each other so much that you did it in the right order! I'm so super excited for you two though!" Sierra stopped her bouncing and grabbed her phone out of her pocket—had she known she was going to find out what was going on and get the chance to have photographic proof, she would have brought a real camera, but she was going to have to make do with what she had. "Now let me get a big happy smile on your face for this picture!"
"I'd rather die than look happy for this." That may have been what she said, but after some coaxing from both of the people present, Heather did give in and give a bit of a smile for the pictures Sierra took, and when all three of them were looking at the best picture from the shoot, the only positive thing she could say about it was the fact that she looked a bit happy.
"This is such a cute picture though!" Sierra had returned to bouncing a bit, unable to contain her excitement in a stationary position. "It totally catches your happiness about the baby, and it also shows off the fact that there is a baby really well!" After several more moments of everyone looking at the picture, she had one last question that what she had just said made her think of: "What's it gonna be, anyway?"
Right as Heather answered that it was going to be a girl, Alejandro happened to reply that it was a boy, and the mixed answers caught Sierra by surprise. She stopped her bouncing just to look between them, as they gave each other a shocked look, followed by glaring to try and establish dominance over the other's answer.
The truth was, although they had been given the chance to know what the baby was, neither of them wanted to face the fact that there was the possibility that it wasn't the gender they wanted. Even that wasn't the full truth for why they didn't know, but that truth was something that one of them didn't want to so much as mention or think about. The short version of the story was that one of them had a family history of all children on one parent's side being all of one gender.
The long version of the story was a lot more complicated, and made Heather cringe whenever she was reminded of it when she insisted that the child she carried inside of her was female. Going back for countless generations, there was a strange occurrence that every child of a couple in the Burromuerto family was male. Every single one. And since this child would be fitting that lone criterion that seemed to somehow determine its gender, there was really no choice but to accept that as reality, whether they officially found out before it was born or not. Or, that was how Alejandro seemed to want things to be. Heather, on the other hand, wanted to fight that for as long as she could, with as much of her being as she could devote to the cause.
There was one reason for the way she refused to accept that fact, and it actually had nothing to do at all with it being something that her other half was in complete agreement with. It went back to when she had been growing up and had seen the absolute terror her younger brother had been, and while she hadn't exactly been the easiest kid to raise, she was definitely easier to put up with than he was. So she had always had it set in her mind that if she were to have a child someday, she wanted to have a girl to love and raise. And she did not want to accept it that she had married into a family that seemed to only ever have boys, if only because of that one reason.
That reason, that desire from her youth, was also the biggest factor in why they had made sure to not actually find out the child's gender. Sure, it was completely stupid and there wasn't anything they were going to do about it regardless of if it was male or female, but there was some satisfaction in knowing that neither of them were sure which one of them was right in the argument—and, truthfully, if it wasn't for the fact that Alejandro was so convinced that his family's history had already given them their answer, they would have found out the first chance they got. But because he was so insistent that they didn't need to know, and Heather was really hoping that he was wrong, they decided to keep it unknown for as long as they could.
That plan didn't last as long as they thought it would. In the weeks following Sierra's visit, and subsequent reveal to the world that they were having a baby, any time either of them would go out in public there would be at least one person asking about the child's gender, and there would be no hesitation in saying whichever gender the to-be-parent being asked preferred. But after a month or two of that, when they figured it was about time to start making preparations for the baby, the problem of what they should be preparing for reared its ugly head. He wanted typically masculine colors, she wanted more feminine ones, and they couldn't be bothered to agree on anything.
Rather than trying to come to a compromise then, they decided that they would simply put it off until it was absolutely necessary to do something in the way of preparing. Their stubbornness on the matter was going to inevitably shoot them in the feet, as the more time that passed, the more the child grew, and the more the child grew, the less Heather felt like she wanted to agree with anything Alejandro had to say. She wanted to be the one who was right, because she was the one sacrificing her beauty for the sake of even having this kid, and what was in it for her if she wasn't having what she wanted? As would be pointed out every time she made that argument, she would be getting the same things regardless of what the child was—the only thing their gender really determined was what parts they would have.
Something about that point finally got through to her and made her realize that, if they were to have anything set up for the baby when his or her time came to be part of their world (and, as by this point she was nearing being seven months pregnant, she was doing a lot of thinking about when that would happen), they should actually know what it was going to be, if only to not have to reach a compromise that was never going to happen.
There would be no fun in just going and finding out what it was, though, not with all the bickering they had done back and forth about what they preferred. That was where the idea of a celebration where that revelation was the centerpiece came from, and with celebrations came gifts and time spent basking in the attention of people they cared about. What could possibly go wrong with that, they asked themselves. And what could go wrong most certainly did.
They had set the date for this "party" for a week or so after the turn of the year, and sent out invitations to everyone they knew just because they believed that more people being invited would result in more people arriving, and more gifts for them to enjoy. For the few weeks between coming up with the idea for such a party and it actually happening, there were not only holidays that had to be celebrated, but there was a lot of planning that had to go into the party that needed to be done. By the time the set date rolled around, they had done everything quite literally except buy any gendered baby-related items, and done it all in a way that they could roll with whatever the big reveal told them.
This was, of course, even with their different opinions. They had managed to compromise enough to compile a potential name list for the child, having several options for each gender, although they both had one name on their specific side that they very strongly wanted to use. They had also managed to find a bakery that understood the circumstances of needing a cake with a center filled of specifically-colored frosting (which had its color determined by the contents of an envelope that the bakery was not allowed to discuss with the customers, at all), and took one step further by decorating the outside of the cake in designs suitable of either boys or girls.
It was going to be absolutely perfect and settle an argument that had been going on for months, but an hour after the party's start time it became completely obvious that no one actually cared. Well, except for them and one curious woman named Sierra, who would naturally be the only person to show up. "I didn't know what to bring, so I just brought some money. That should be good, yeah?" It wasn't the only thing she had brought, as she did have her camera with her to take pictures, but she was quite clearly talking gifts.
However, with her being the only person in attendance, her even having a gift didn't matter anymore. Her camera was what would be causing problems. "Sorry, but you are not taking any pictures here today. The absolute last thing I want is for you to post about this online and have people feel pity for how ugly I look." Like she had way back at the wedding reception, Heather stuck her hand out and motioned for Sierra to hand over her camera, but just like back then, there was an interruption in the form of Alejandro. Unlike the other time he had interrupted a similar situation, he wasn't there to grab his wife's hand, but rather to drop to his knees before her and look up at her. "Oh, great, what do you want? I'm trying to tell her she can't take pictures, and you're going to make her want to."
"It would be a terrible thing to have dear Sierra come all this way with no sort of proof she was even here," he replied, placing his hands on the sides of Heather's quite large stomach, smiling up at her as he did. "Surely we can spare a moment or two and give her some quality pictures, mi amor."
"Of course you're okay with that. You don't look like you're hiding something gigantic under your shirt, or like you haven't slept well in weeks, or even like there's anything different in your life. That's all me." Rolling her eyes, she knew she stood no chance at getting her way in the matter because after her rebuttal, Alejandro started to kiss all over her stomach, which gave just enough of a tickling sensation that she laughed. Something about her laughter caused the child inside of her to want to be part of the fun and it began kicking, which turned her laughing into small gasps in pain.
This was what Sierra took a lot of pictures of, all for the sake of sharing with the followers on her blog, and when she was done she walked off in the direction of the cake. But even with her not there holding her camera, the two stayed in position, although it wasn't by choice for one of them. He kept kneeling, holding and kissing her, for several minutes, and when he was finally done with the kisses, he rested his forehead on her, closing his eyes and thinking about something or other. She tapped one of her feet, hoping to break him from whatever thoughts he had seemingly gotten lost in, but it wasn't her actions that would return him to reality. Nor was it the fact that, underneath his hands, he could feel strong little kicks that could almost move where those hands rested.
No, it was Sierra, yelling from the other room, "Wow, this cake is so cool! I didn't know they could make cakes with blue frosting inside of them!" At one of those words, in a simultaneous moment, he looked back up, a smug smile on his face and nodding, and Heather looked down at him, her eyes wide as she slowly shook her head. Seeing her reaction, his smile only got bigger and seemingly more smug—as even after all her denial and refusal to accept his word, it looked like that what he had said all along was true: his family only ever had boys.
A/N: Hello and welcome to this fic, written for one Kristenschaalisahorse, a dear friend of mine who celebrates her birthday in a little less than a month! She requested this fic of me, and I was happy to oblige...even if my writing may have gotten way out of control in the process. So I don't know when this will be finished. :/ But, that's okay because it will be a journey the likes of which I've never written before, and I hope everyone who reads this gets enjoyment out of it!
Right now the tentative update schedule is looking like every other Monday, but if I can get a few more chapters finished this week you may see chapter 2 come up sooner rather than later! I hope you stick around, maybe put this on alert, or even review, and I'll see you next time! :D