She knew she was pregnant. It didn't take a genius to figure that out as she leaned over the toilet bowl for what felt like the fiftieth time that morning, retching, trying desperately to rid her stomach of whatever was left of her breakfast. When her body finally decided to give her a break she stood up off the tiled floor and wiped her mouth with a piece of toilet paper, inhaling deeply. Grabbing the water bottle she'd left sitting on the counter she took a long swig as she let herself back out into the studio, only to be met with questioning looks not only from Raleigh Spence, but from pop singer Justin Bieber and his four back-up dancers who were there rehearsing for an awards show performance.
"Are you OK?" Raleigh asked, taking a few steps towards Easton so they were out of ear shot from everyone else.
Easton nodded, afraid to open her mouth in case she might throw-up again. She took another long drink, finishing off the water and tossing the empty bottle into the trash can.
A knowing smile twitched on the corner of Raleigh's lips. "You're pregnant, aren't you?" She squeaked out a giggle, clapping her hands together. "Greg's little men finally did the job, huh? It's about time, you guys do it enough."
Easton faked a happy expression while swallowing the water she had been sloshing around in her mouth. "You figured me out, Spence."
"You don't seem too happy about it," Raleigh said matter-of-factly, looking at Easton with a deadpan expression. Damn, that girl knew her too well. "It's not his, is it?"
"I slept with Nick three weeks ago," Easton admitted. "It just happened. He came by one night and he was all sweet, telling me how he just wanted to see me, and well, old habits die hard." She felt her cheeks burning and she glanced past Raleigh to make sure no one else was listening to their conversation. That would be all she needed, for the word to leak out into the tabloids before she had a chance to figure it out.
Raleigh's mouth hung open as she tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear. "Nick?" She blinked slowly as she tried to wrap her mind around what Easton had just said. "You and Nick have been done for years. I mean, yeah, he's got that hot, sexy Texan thing going on, but if you were going to get back with him it should have happened a long time ago."
"Thanks for the support, Spence," Easton retorted dryly, bringing a hand to her stomach. It was beginning to churn again, just as she was getting hopeful there'd be no way she had anything left in her to puke up.
Raleigh put a hand on Easton's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Sorry, East. I didn't really know how to react."
"Uh, I hate to interrupt," Justin said, standing hesitantly a few paces behind them. "But Easton, I need you to show me the last dozen moves near the end of the routine, I just can't get the beat down for some reason."
Easton forced a smile on her face and the bile back down her throat. "Just give me one sec." She reached over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a fresh bottle of water, holding the cool moisture up to her face. Turning back to Raleigh, she shot her a warning look. "Do not breath a word of this to anyone."
Raleigh held her hands up with a pair of crossed fingers on each. "Scout's honour."