"Hey babe, I tried to call when I thought you would be awake but I guess I missed you. Hope you're sleeping well. I miss you tons Jade, I really do. But I might be popping home sometime for a visit as it's awards show season and most of the other actors in this movie are nominated for something, so no filming would be getting done. Sleep well love." Jade huffed in frustration for the second time that day.
"I really don't see why this is such a problem Jade, you aren't showing. And no one but me and Tori and your doctor know, so he shouldn't find out." Cat tried consoling her pacing friend after listening to the voicemail that had vaulted Jade into her first bout of morning sickness that day. "Jade, your own mother doesn't even know, how the hell will Beck?" Jade screamed in frustration.
"Of course he will, he always knows everything. He was the one who figured out the depression thing, he always could tell when I was sick or sad with one glance. He's going to know. And then he's going to quit his movie and come home and ruin his career and everything is going to be over. He's a good kid. He always has to do the right thing. He'll come back and marry me and I don't want him to feel like I ruined his life five years down the road." Cat suddenly realized, for the first time, what Jade meant, why she was so paranoid about Beck finding out.
She put her arms around Jade's shoulders, hugging her friend from behind. "Jade, if he loves you as much as he says, he would never regret you, never leave you. And I know that's what you're afraid of, so don't even bother lying to me. You're a good actress though. How well can you fake a cold?"
