p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"The convention passed quickly, and the night we spent afterwards was magical. Lana came up with the idea to spend a couple more days in Burbank. We were just going to hang around and talk some more. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"It felt like the entire week passed with the blink of an eye. Lana decided to join me back to Belgium./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"That's why we're at the airport. People who spot Lana are all over her. They are taking pictures and asking her for autographs. She declines. She holds my hand tightly and pulls me as close as possible. I am so stressed out. Good thing I put on a loose t-shirt and a big coat. Like this people won't notice my pregnancy. I mean, I am not going to hide it, but I don't want them to notice me too hard. I hear someone ask who I am. Other people start shouting the same question. Lana ignores it and I stay quiet too. I hide my face in my coat and walk closer to Lana, if that's even possible. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Shush, it's okay", Lana tries to ease me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Let's just get out of here... Please?", I almost beg her./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Yeah, let's just try to hurry this thing up", Lana answers. She takes me to the person who's taking our suitcases in front of us and asks him if we could leave any time soon. He apologetically explains we must wait a while before we can get in. We decide to stand in line and two security people stand besides us. I put my hand around Lana's waist and she pulls me close. "I can't wait to kiss the hell out of you...", she whispers in my ear. I moan softly in her hair: "I want that too..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"The wait took a little while, but at least I could be close to Lana. Right now, we are on our way to the gate. Lana and I only decided a few days ago that she would be going to Belgium together and talk to my parents. They should get the details about me and Lana. Even though they kicked me out, I am still their daughter. I hope that will be enough for them... I mean, little pea should know its grandparents, right? It is kind of nerve-wrecking that Lana will be meeting my parents. I mean, she's not only my girlfriend now, but she's also the (ex-!)wife of the person who raped me. This will be somehow troubling. My parents wouldn't even let me explain anything about my pregnancy, they don't even know I was raped. This is going to be some hell of a week. But on the bright side: I have my girlfriend (this is going to need some getting-used-to) with me./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"It felt like the entire week passed with the blink of an eye. Lana decided to join me back to Belgium./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"That's why we're at the airport. People who spot Lana are all over her. They are taking pictures and asking her for autographs. She declines. She holds my hand tightly and pulls me as close as possible. I am so stressed out. Good thing I put on a loose t-shirt and a big coat. Like this people won't notice my pregnancy. I mean, I am not going to hide it, but I don't want them to notice me too hard. I hear someone ask who I am. Other people start shouting the same question. Lana ignores it and I stay quiet too. I hide my face in my coat and walk closer to Lana, if that's even possible. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Shush, it's okay", Lana tries to ease me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Let's just get out of here... Please?", I almost beg her./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Yeah, let's just try to hurry this thing up", Lana answers. She takes me to the person who's taking our suitcases in front of us and asks him if we could leave any time soon. He apologetically explains we must wait a while before we can get in. We decide to stand in line and two security people stand besides us. I put my hand around Lana's waist and she pulls me close. "I can't wait to kiss the hell out of you...", she whispers in my ear. I moan softly in her hair: "I want that too..."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"The wait took a little while, but at least I could be close to Lana. Right now, we are on our way to the gate. Lana and I only decided a few days ago that she would be going to Belgium together and talk to my parents. They should get the details about me and Lana. Even though they kicked me out, I am still their daughter. I hope that will be enough for them... I mean, little pea should know its grandparents, right? It is kind of nerve-wrecking that Lana will be meeting my parents. I mean, she's not only my girlfriend now, but she's also the (ex-!)wife of the person who raped me. This will be somehow troubling. My parents wouldn't even let me explain anything about my pregnancy, they don't even know I was raped. This is going to be some hell of a week. But on the bright side: I have my girlfriend (this is going to need some getting-used-to) with me./span/p