Jayma's POV
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask Gwyneth as she continues ranting about me having children with Matt. She stops as she hears me ask the question.
"Yeah, anything." she smiles back at me.
"Uhm, is it fun, you know? Having and taking care of kids." I ask her.
"Of course it is." she says. "I love seeing Apple and Moses running around the house and playing, it makes me feel so happy."
"But what about when they're still babies? Isn't it hard to stop them from crying? Or- or when I'm pregnant, morning sickness and hormones, I'm going to get bigger." I gasp and she just laughs at me. I look at her weirdly.
"All the pain you endured in your pregnancy would be gone by the time you have a little girl or boy in your arms." she says. "I didn't like it too, at first, but we went to the doctor and we heard Apple and Moses' heartbeat for the first time, or when they gave us a picture for the first time, all the pain just went away. It's amazing, you know? To know that there's a life growing inside of you." She says, looking adoringly at her children who were playing with Matt.
"I'm just really scared you know? So many what if's." I put my head in my hands. "But I want to have a child with Matt." I tell her.
"He's a great guy Jayma. You two would be amazing parents, I mean just look at him." she says tilting my head so I saw Matt sliding down the slide with Moses at his front and Apple holding onto his neck.
"Yeah, I know he'll make an amazing father, he's so great with kids. What I'm worried about is myself. I don't like being forced to wake up and what if the baby needs me to rock him or her to sleep, or if the baby is hungry? Or what if I need to run to the bathroom early in the morning because of morning sickness." I say sighing.
"It's all part of it. But I'm sure Matt's going to be there for you through everything. I'm sure you'll feel better when he's around." She says trying to dismiss all my worries. "One step at a time, is it's meant to happen then it will happen and I'm sure your child would grow to be as amazing as you two." she says.
"Thank God I have you to talk to. You know, you could substitute Emma Pillsbury if she couldn't go to work since she has to clean the toilet." She laughs.
"Advice isn't really my thing." She wrinkles her nose.
"Not mine too, I give lame advice." I say rolling my eyes. She looks away. "Oh god, you know what I think I'm a tidbit better at advice than you." I tell her and she turns back.
"How could you say that?" She gives me this 'Oh no you didn't' look.
"Well I saw your interview in Chelsea Lately where you said instead of getting mad you should just-"
"Wait, whoa, whoa!" She puts her hands up in defense. "You saw that too?" her eyes widen and her jaw drops.
"Of course I did." I laugh. "Everyone has seen it. I told Matt and he said I should follow your advice." I tell her and she laughs.
"Oh men, Matt should really thank me for that. Okay maybe I am good at this giving advice thing." She smirks.
"Stick to acting, please stick to acting." I say and she laughs harder than a few minutes ago.
"Wait, wait so did you really follow my advice?" she asks me suddenly interested.
"Let's say I did once." I tell her.
"See, great advice." She shrugs.
Matt and the kids came back sweaty and very very tired.
"Moses, Apple, you guys are sweating like crazy!" Gwyneth says laughing, getting a towel and dabbing her children's faces with it. Matt smiles, walking just a few meters behind them.
He ran to me when he saw that I was looking at him. Knowing he'd hug me, I ran away. "Jayma!" he shouts. I still don't stop running, neither did he. "I'm going to get you sooner or later." he shouts, only a few centimeters away from me. I turn back and there he was, hugging me tightly.
"Oh god now I'm all sweaty." I tell him pouting.
"It's okay, you're in the park, you're supposed to get sweaty." he laughs, hugging me tighter. "And I love hugging you." he adds.
"You're such a dork," I roll my eyes. "Be thankful I love you. I wouldn't do this if I don't love you." I tell him, finally hugging him back.
"Jayma!" Gwyneth calls from a distance.
"Race you there!" I say. I run as fast as I could and a few seconds later he runs as well. I get there first and I see Gwyneth laughing. I jump up and down and Matt finally stands next to me. We both try to catch our breath.
"Slow poke." I tell Matt, teasing him.
"You're unfair." he growls and I hear Gwyneth laugh harder.
"You two are so adorable." she says.
"Wait, I won right? I didn't cheat right?" I ask Gwyneth, praying she'd stand by me.
"Yeah, you won." she says. "Maybe you are a slow poke Matt." she says giggling. I stand next to her.
"See Matt, she believes me." I say giggling as well.
"Okay, okay you girls win against me, as always." he says rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, Jayma, Matt, the kids are so tired, Moses fell asleep and we really have to get home." she says, "It's getting hot." she adds.
"Okay, we'll see you around!" Matt says. I reach out and I hug her.
"Don't forget my advice okay." she whispers into my ear. She pulls away and she winks at me.
"Bye Gwyn!" I shout, waving to her. She waves back at me. "So it's just you and me again." I let out a sigh, holding onto his arm.
"You don't like being with me?" He asks, his face growing concerned. "Cause I love spending time with you." he adds.
"I like it, but I also need to talk to girls Matt." I tell him.
"You can tell me anything okay?" she tells me.
"Yeah, I'll tell you everything." I smile to him.
We got some coffee and proceeded home for we too were drained from the morning's events.
[New Photo] Jayma Mays and Matthew Morrison goes out for coffee -1
[New Photo] Jayma Mays and Matthew Morrison goes out for coffee -2
"It goes on and on till number 14." Matt tells me.
I scroll till I see the end of it.
[New Photo] Jayma Mays, Matthew Morrison and Gwyneth Paltrow and her kids in a park in LA -1
That one went on till number 17.
[New Photo] Jayma Mays, spotted with an engagement ring -1
[News] Jayma Mays is engaged.
My jaw drops, the world knows. It' not our secret anymore.
[News] Jayma Mays is engaged.
That sentence couldn't get off of my mind. People know, it's not only us.