At 8 weeks pregnant, Maya expected some struggle getting dressed when it came to her growing baby bump, but she currently was doing alright. She pulled up an eggplant colored bridesmaid dress over her body that was altered to fit around her small, but still somewhat visible baby bump.
Today was the day of the luxurious, extravagant wedding between Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus in the crisp, cool October weather. It was the day that Riley and Farkle would come together as husband and wife and spend the rest of their lives tougher.
But most importantly, well to Maya and Lucas, it was the day that the pregnancy would be announced, but it wasn't like that made the relationship between the two any easier.
Maya and Lucas had spent a couple hours on the terrace last night, arguing about their announcement.
Lucas had been keen on announcing them as a couple, but Maya had immediately shot that idea down, refusing to lie about that. The title may have been liked by Maya, but she wasn't comfortable with that yet.
After all, they didn't have an actual relationship. He was just taking good care of the mother of his future child. That was all. There was nothing more to their relationship than that.
"You look so cute," Missy Bradford said from the doorway of the changing rom she was in.
The grand wedding was taking place at 404 NYC on 10th Avenue. It was a beautiful venue in Hudson Yards that Riley had spent much of her time gushing over. She definitely had great reason to. A few days ago, the brunette had brought the blonde and their other friends to see the venue in person.
"Thanks," Maya replied, as the tailors that stood around her adjusted the dress so that it looked its best. "You do, too."
Missy was dressed in a the same eggplant colored gown with her hair laid down her back in perfect curls. She had her own engagement ring on her left ring finger.
"How's the baby?"
"Good," Maya replied, looking up so that the diamond necklace around her neck could properly be adjusted, "He or she is doing just fine."
Missy smirked, "And Lucas?"
Maya hesitated, as she pondered that thought. Baby Daddy had her monitored whenever he was at work and was basically being way too overprotective over her. She was pregnant, not dying. "Fine... I guess."
Missy chuckled, as she stepped into the room, "You make that sound like a bad thing. Or, well, maybe not a bad thing, but something that makes you uncomfortable."
"It's strange," Maya admitted, "Just a year ago, I barely knew him. I just knew him to be another one of us. Rich, good looking, and an elite. Now... he's the father of my child. It's a leap. It's a big ass leap."
Missy nodded, accordingly, to show that she understood, "I get that." She was about to add more, but was cut off by Riley's mother, Topanga, yelling for the bridesmaids to get ready for the ceremony.
The wedding went along perfectly. The venue was well adorned in beautiful decor and the ceremony as a whole went smoothly. When Farkle saw Riley at the end of the aisle, his face lit up in awe.
Maya smiled at that moment. Riley and Farkle were truly a match made in heaven and they were now married. She felt bad that she would have to steal their thunder and announce her pregnancy.
After the respective "I Do's" and the kiss, everybody stood and clapped in happiness for the newlyweds. The society photographers's cameras went off like crazy as the Manhattan elite socialites joined together in a night long celebration.
The newlyweds danced in the middle of the dance floor, as others either joined them or started to feast on roast pork tenderloins, cooked by the finest chefs of the city.
Maya opted to pour herself a glass of water (wine was off limits, of course) as she watched her longtime friends dance to the slow music, enjoying themselves.
"They have really nice French wine," Lucas said, as he stood next to her near the wall, "It sucks you can't try."
Maya looked over at him, with an amused look on his face, "Let's not rub it in."
Lucas smiled at her, as he took a sip from his glass, "I'll try not to." His eyes traveled down her body, stopping at her stomach, "So, I assume that our baby will be born around Vanessa and Zay's wedding."
Their baby's due date was set on May 25, just a mere few days away from when Vanessa and Zay planned to marry. Perhaps their baby would steal the attention from a wedding yet again.
"Ah," the blonde replied, as she reached for a cannoli that was sitting by its display, "Interesting."
"Indeed," Lucas said, as he watched her hungrily wolf down the Italian dessert, "Are the cravings already kicking in?"
"Actually, no," Maya said, as she wiped some cream off her lips, "but I'm still pregnant and still very much hungry."
Lucas chuckled, as he looked back at the dance floor, "Now, when you're done eating that, perhaps you'll join me on the dancefloor?"
Maya raised an eyebrow, "Lucas Friar dances? Now, if I may recall, in the 7th grade cotillion, you were more interested in watching paint dry at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel than dancing."
Lucas chuckled again, "I was 13 years old. A lot of things changed in 13 years." He smiled at her, meeting the gleaming look in her eye.
"So, you're telling me that you can actually dance?" Maya asked, as she swallowed the last of the dessert.
Lucas gave her a warning look, "Of course I can."
Maya returned the look, almost smirking, "And what if I told you that I didn't believe you?"
And in this moment, it seemed as if everything was gone. As if they were alone in the lonely world that New York City really was.
"Then," Lucas said, extending his arm, "I would invite you onto the dancefloor and show you how skilled I am. It'll definitely impress you." His tone was slightly arrogant, but he still had that famous smile on his face.
Maya pursed her lips, pondering the thought as Lucas continued to give her the cheeky grin. After a moment, she laughed and took his hand, "Well, alright, then."
Lucas smirked, as he led her to the dancefloor, protectively shielding her baby bump from the drunk socialites and the little children who were running around dressed in Armani suits that were more expensive than some people's monthly apartment rent.
The bride and groom were busy feeding each other cake again at this point, as Topanga shamelessly continued to snap countless pictures of the newlyweds. Her husband and Riley's father, Cory, was much too busy stuffing his mouth with lots of cupcakes.
"This is the part where you prove to me just how good of a dancer you are," Maya said, as she stood in close proximity with the father of her child, "So, come on."
Lucas smiled, "You make it sound like a challenge."
"Well, I won't know unless you do prove it to me," Maya said, with a cheeky grin that was similar to his.
Lucas loved that. He loved the fire in her soul. He loved how she challenged him. It was something that his ex, Riley, and him never had. Repeating her earlier words, he replied, "Well, alright, then."
He intertwined the fingers of his right hand and her left hand, as he put his left hand on her waist. He slowly led her into a slow dance and his gaze never left hers. He was infatuated with this woman, the mother of his child. She ignited the fire inside of him that grew every time she saw the smile of her angelic face.
Maya was actually quite awed by his skills on the dance floor. When they were teenagers, Lucas was one of the guys along with their mutual friends who would just ditch the extravagant dances to drink on the roof. Dancing was definitely not a skill that she would have assumed that he possessed.
But then again, they were all different people in high school. It was so crazy to look back and think of how different they were back when they were teenagers. It also annoyed the blonde to think back at her time with her stupid ex, Kaz Perry.
God. He ruined her. He destroyed her life.
Maya tried not to think of the negatives though. There was nothing she could do about it now. What was done was done. Instead, she focused on Lucas, who was showing off his dancing talent.
"So," Lucas said, snapping her out of her thoughts, "What do you think about the Hamptons?"
"The Hamptons?" Maya raised an eyebrow, "What about the Hamptons?"
Lucas shrugged, as he twirled her, "I was thinking that we could spend the weekend there. I mean, yeah, it's not summer, but why not? It's lovely up there and besides, Riley and Farkle are going to be off to Turks and Caicos. And then there's everybody else who's going to the Poconos Mountains for a week."
The Poconos Mountains trip was an annual thing they did every October. It was something their parents did when they were young and it was a tradition that was passed down onto them.
Riley and Farkle weren't going, because of their honeymoon, of course. Maya had declined the invitation due to her pregnancy, obviously and Lucas also declined the invitation to be able to stay with the blonde.
"And the beach should be relaxing for you," Lucas said, "No need to hike any terrain."
Maya hesitated. It sounded lovely and she definitely loved the Hamptons, but it just felt weird to her. Her old Hamptons house had been sold since her family fortune was drained. "I... well, sure... yeah."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, "You sound unsure."
"Well," Maya shrugged, "It's kind of a painful reminder that my family fortune is gone."
Lucas paused, thinking of an appropriate response. All he wanted was to spend good time with the blonde. He didn't know what exactly it was that he felt for her, but he knew that it wasn't anything that could be belittled. Spending time with her was what he wished for. "We don't have to go if you don't want to. We could just-"
"I never said no," Maya interrupted, with a chuckle. A smile appeared on her face, "I'm down. The Hamptons sound great."
Lucas smiled back at her with a satisfied look on his face, as they continued to dance as the night went on.
"We're having a baby," Maya said, aloud to the crowd at the wedding, as they all held their glasses of wine or water (in Maya's case, water, yet again) for a toast. She pointed to Lucas and was immediately met with massive squeals from their friends, old classmates, and the young children. Most of the adults, including Cory and Topanga, looked ecstatic.
Some of the more snobbier women looked at Maya with disgusted looks on their faces. Some of the Manhattan elite were pretty uptight and had immediately looked down at the Hart family name once the money was drained from them. Some gossiped about how surprising it was that Maya Hart was still relevant in Manhattan society, even after her mother fled off to God-knows-where.
"Oh, congratulations," Vanessa gave the blonde a careful hug, "This is so wonderful!"
"Thank you," Maya smiled, "Best of luck to you and Zay of course."
"So sweet, thank you," the dark haired heiress smiled back at her, "When do you get to figure out the baby's gender?"
Maya replied, "2 months at the very least."
Zay hooted with laughter, as he wrapped an arm around his fiancee's waist, "You better be praying that the poor kid doesn't end up looking like his or her father. It would be such a burden to be cursed with thin lips."
"Oh, don't be rude," Vanessa playfully smacked his shoulder. She looked back at Maya, "Let's get brunch next week?"
"Of course," Maya nodded. Her cravings wouldn't kick in for a couple more weeks so she wanted to eat a lot of delicious, quality food beforehand.
Vanessa grinned as Zay dragged her away to the dance floor. Maya started to thank all the people who were congratulating her, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
She turned around and met Lucas's glance, "Hey."
"Hi," Lucas said, "It's getting late. Do you want to go back now?" The clock read 11:37 PM.
Maya hesitated and then nodded, "Sure."
"So, about the Hamptons," Lucas started to say, but he noticed that Maya was starting to doze off. "Maya?" He took off his shirt and looked at the blonde who was lying on the satin sheets of his (their?) bed.
"Lucas. Pregnant. Fatigue," Maya mumbled, as she turned in the bed, letting her hair cover her face.
Lucas chuckled, as he got into the king-sized bed, "Right." He laid next to her, "Sleep tight. We can talk tomorrow."
Maya murmured, "Okay," as she began to fall asleep.
Lucas watched the beautiful blonde and then smiled. He planted a kiss on her forehead and then reached to turn off the lamp, leaving them in the dark. The lights of the skyscrapers were the only source of light in the room.
Maya snuggled closer to his bare chest, as she fell into a deep sleep. Lucas tucked her hair behind her ear as he smiled at her. He didn't know what this was or what they were, but he didn't complain. He loved this.
He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but there was something about Maya Hart that made his heart beat faster.
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