Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,74
Kellan is based in Los Angeles. For right now, the long distance seems to be working for them both as they have hectic schedules during the week that require them to work long hours. Seeing them make their long distance relationship work makes me wonder if I gave up too easily on Chase. But Kellan and Robert don’t have the demons that Chase and I have that we need to concur in order to be together.
“How does this happen with the amount of working out you do? I’m sorry, but you have to go on a forty-eight hour cleanse in order to make this dress work.” Kellan stands back to look at her with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disapproval when he stops as Jenna bursts into tears. She covers her face with her hands in embarrassment, but can’t stop her shoulders from shaking with her sobs.
“Oh, my God! No… please don’t cry, Jenna. I didn’t mean it! We don’t have to do a cleanse if you don’t want. Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph, please stop crying!” Kellan glances between her and Cal, terror written all over his face. “You’re still my second skinniest client. Oh, please stop! Cal, please don’t fire me!”
Cal gets off the couch and wraps Jenna in his arms to comfort her. He murmurs something in her ear and she nods in agreement to whatever Cal said to her. I’m watching this whole scene dumbfounded as the Jenna I know is not the type of person to cry over these kind of things. She would normally just shrug her shoulders and tell Kellan to kiss her ass, because she would never do a cleanse and would tell him to find another dress.
“I should fire your bloody ass for making my fiancée cry, but you’re off the hook due to Jenna’s raging hormones. She’s getting deliciously plump from carrying my baby!” Cal rubs her backside while looking at us with pure joy as excitement lights up his face.
“What? You’re pregnant?” I shout, jumping up from the couch and engulfing them in a hug. Robert runs to join us and we all squeeze each other, tears of happiness falling down our faces. Kellan has fallen to the floor in relief, his hand over his frantically pumping heart.
“Oh, thank you, Lord! When did you find this out and why didn’t you tell me?” he demands as he sits up and looks over her in displeasure. Robert let’s go and runs to the bathroom to get Jenna some tissues.
“I’m officially thirteen weeks,” she says, dabbing the wetness underneath her eyes with the tissue Robert hands her. “We wanted to wait a little bit longer, but I couldn’t handle anymore comments on how large my ass has gotten from you.” She wags her finger at Kellan, who starts to argue with her.
“First off, what the hell is thirteen weeks? I’m a man, I need months, not weeks!” She tells him that thirteen weeks is over three months, which seems to send him into a tizzy. “Three months! You have known you have been knocked up for three months and are now just telling me? I’m the innocent one in this scenario, honey! This is all your fault! If you would have told me this sooner, I could have ordered the dress in a bigger size.” He throws his hands up in exasperation. “Now I’m going to have to dress you in moos moos for the next however months you incubate that thing.”
We all burst into laughter at the ridiculousness that is coming out of Kellan’s mouth. As our laughter subsides, Cal announces we need to have a toast. He and Robert go into the kitchen and come back with four glass flutes filled with champagne and one filled with non-alcoholic sparkling apple cider for Jenna. We take our glasses and raise them in the air for his toast.
“To Jenna! Here’s hoping for an easy pregnancy, a safe delivery for our healthy baby Harrington and to us for hopefully taking home the Oscar this weekend!” We all cheer, clink our glasses together and down our drinks in celebration.
I collect everyone’s glass and walk them to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect my emotions. Despite my happiness for my friends, I can’t help the sadness that creeps into my heart that Chase is not here with us celebrating.
“Layla, you’re up next!” Kellan’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I return to join them in getting ready