I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television, watching the images that had been leaked sometime last night.

Apparently one or a few of the guys of the team decided to get girls to come over to their rooms.

Somehow those photos got leaked, and have been circulating throughout the morning.

One that sticks out is the one with a few familiar faces of the guys on the team and a faceless woman sitting close to each other, the other is of them embracing, or what looks to be embracing.

I sat there numbly watching.

"¿Cuánto tiempo ha estado sentada así?" I heard someone ask, as I continued to watch. (How long has she been sitting like this?)

"Desde las seis de la mañana. Se despertó y encendió la televisión, vio las imágenes y no se ha movido desde entonces." I heard Pilar say. (Since six o'clock. She woke up and turned the tv on, and saw the images, and she hasn't moved since.)

"Mierda. ¿Ya ha comido algo?" Another voice asked. (Fuck. Has she eaten anything yet?)

The question was met with silence as I sat on the couch, curled up under a blanket.

"Apenas un bocado. Ha estado muy angustiada. Estoy preocupada por ella." My sister said. (Hardly a bite. She's been very distressed. I'm worried about her.)

I closed my eyes and fell asleep soon after, I didn't want to hear anymore.

When I woke up, I was on my bed, and Sergio was sitting on the foot of the bed.

"¿Cuándo volvieron ustedes?" I asked, quietly. (When did you come back?)

"Hace un rato." He replied. (A while ago)

I nodded, realizing that the house was too quiet."¿Donde está todo el mundo?" I asked him. (Where is everyone?)

"Pilar llevó a todas los niños a cenar." He told me. (Pilar took all the kids out to dinner.)

I nodded, "¿Estás aquí para asegurarte de que no haga una tontería?" I asked, as I sat up. (Are you here to make sure I don't do something stupid?)

He gave me an apologetic smile, before shrugging.

"Estoy bien." I told him, looking out the window. (I'm fine)

"No me lo parece." He told me. (It doesn't seem like it to me)

"No importa lo que pienses, en este momento. Necesito estar sola." I told him. (It doesn't matter what you think, at the moment. I need to be alone.)

"Isa, por favor no nos excluyas. Sabemos que estás sufriendo en este momento, pero hay una explicación perfecta para esto." He told me. (Isa, please don't shut us out. We know you're hurting right now, but there is a perfect explanation for this.)

I sighed, and looked back at him, "Sí, siempre lo hay. Pero ahora, no estoy lista para hablar de ello." I told him. (Yes, there always is. But right now, I'm not ready to talk about this.)

He nodded, "Cuando estés lista para hablar de ello, estaremos aquí." He said before getting up. (When you're ready to talk about it, we'll be right here.)

I nodded and looked out the window.

"Intenta comer. Ese bebé no tiene la culpa de la mierda que está pasando." He told me, gesturing towards the bowl of soup that was placed on the bedside table. (Try to eat. That baby isn't at fault for the shit that is happening.)

The next few weeks turned into months.

I eventually started working from home, which allowed me to spend time with Natti and Santi. Junior was constantly visiting us too, and making sure I was alright.

He was so much like his father, so caring, and generous. He looked just like him too, it made me miss him so much. But I wasn't going to be hurt again.

No way, not again.

I made the decision soon after that I wasn't going to keep allowing myself to get hurt.

I tried love and it didn't work out. So, I guess that means I was going to focus on myself now.

I had to to keep myself from falling apart but I would do it. If the small nudging was anything to go by.

I would do it. For my kids.

Six Months Later:

Following the whole debacle Marcus, and I agreed it would be best for me to work from home, since it leaked out that Edward was my ex husband, who I really was, and that I was now in a supposed love triangle relationship with him and Cris.

I was in neither, if I'm being honest, I hardly went out unless to buy groceries, and I usually dressed in loose clothing.

Though things between Cris and I are cordial, I told him that we needed to hold off on a relationship, especially if we were having a child together.

So, we both took a step back, and became friends. Despite having other feelings for one another, we hardly knew each other, it wasn't right. Especially if we got together, and it didn't work out. Our kids would be hurt.

It had gotten cold in the passing months. So, it made hiding my expanded belly easier to conceal while in public.

I was pretty much at that point in the pregnancy where it was any day now. The doctor had asked me to take it easy. Meaning that the baby could arrive any day now.

I had begun taking a long walk in my mother's garden in the back of the house, every day to get some fresh air, while the kids played with a ball.

It wasn't too cold, warm enough that the kids could wear their sweaters instead of their thick jackets.

As I sat down on the bench to watch them, I felt the familiar tightening of my stomach that I had been feeling for a few weeks now.

My sister was at work, Sergio and Cris were at practice and the kids were with me.

I could feel my face begin to get sweaty as the feeling began to radiate from my stomach to my back.

"Niños, vuelvo enseguida, necesito un poco de agua." I told them as calmly as I could. (Kids, I'll be right back, I need a little water.)

As I got up, and slowly made my way back to the house, the tightening turned to pain.

The moment I was inside the house, I gasped, and leaned forward, clutching onto the small table for support.

As the contraction passed, I made the rest of the way into the house, grabbed my phone and called Cris but he didn't answer, so I called Gio, he didn't answer either. So, I called the coach and told him that I needed both men to rush home and that I had an emergency before moving to the couch and trying to remain calm.

Some time passes before the front door opens and both men come rushing in.

"¿Qué tan aparte están tus contracciones?" Cris asked me, as I groaned. (How far apart are your contractions?)

I held up five fingers, as I closed my eyes, and wrapped my arm around my belly.

"Llévala al hospital. Yo me quedaré con los niños." Gio said as I groaned. (Take her to the hospital. I'll stay with the kids.)

He nodded as he picked me up, and took me to the SUV. He placed me inside. Before turning back, and going to get my bags.

We made our way to the hospital, he held my hand as I breathed through the contractions. Even when I squeezed really hard.

Once we arrived at the hospital he quickly signed all the paperwork, before I was wheeled into a room. My clothes were replaced with a hospital gown, and my hair was in a surgical cap.

I remember the fetal monitors being placed on my belly, and the IV being inserted.

I remember the blinding pain I felt, and the amount of energy it took to push as each contraction began, blending into one another to make one massive amount of pain.

As I finally heard a small cry fill the air, I leaned back exhausted, as I felt the baby get placed onto my chest.

Tears spilled as I held her for the first time. She was so tiny. And she immediately stopped crying as I held her to me.

I could feel everyone's stares as I sighed, wiping the tears from my face and finally looked up to see Cris's watery smile.

I was cleaned and asked to go to the bathroom before being transferred to a different room.

Once there I felt exhaustion finally hit me.

Cris's smile was large as he looked down at the bassinet.

"Esta hermosa. Estuviste increíble, cariño." He told me as he kissed my forehead. (She's beautiful. You were amazing, sweetheart.)

I nodded, swallowing hard, as I peeked towards the bassinet.

Tears immediately filled my eyes as I stared down at our daughter. She had black curly hair, and his skin tone. She looked like me, but had the shape of his eyes.

She truly was beautiful.

Author's Note:

I may not update for a while... but no worries these stories aren't abandoned, just put on hold until life calms down.