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Chapter 46

Bruno's POV

This was very bad. Very bad. Ella was standing right in front of me outside the door. She looked very content. Her dark red lips were formed to a grin. She only wore a closed black cloak that didn't reach her knees and some really high high heels. Her legs were naked. I couldn't deny that she looked wonderful.. and very sexy. All the happiness that I collected the whole day, was gone suddenly. I was reminded again that I had cheated on Miranda which I had tried to forget the whole day. Until now forgetting it had worked out pretty well, but now that was here all the events of the last days came back to my mind again. Right now, I was so angry with myself that I started to meet Ella again. If wouldn't have done it in the first place, she wouldn't be here now.  I felt terrible again. But another part of me liked to remember the past nights that I had spent with Ella. I felt like all my problems that I had forgotten were there again. Suddenly I even wasn't sure anymore if the cheating problem was really over. I was really shocked to see Ella now. I would never have thought that she would simply appear at my place. She never did something like that. When I used to f*ck Ella, when me and Miranda weren't a couple, Ella was always there when I needed her, but she never appeared at my house, and surprised me, when I didn't wish to see her.  I wanted to close the door, but one part of me couldn't. One part of me couldn't lock this wonderful woman out. My body was kinda petrified and I couldn't move, neither I was able to speak. "Hello, Mr Mars," Ella whispered. Then suddenly, before she could enter the door, I managed to move. I pushed the door and nearly closed it, but Ella had put her foot in the door. "I'm sure you don't want me to leave," she whispered. I finally could speak again. "Well... actually-" "Actually you can't wait to f*ck me, am I right?" Ella finished the sentence, quickly opened the door again and entered my house. "No, get out of my house," I spluttered. But Ella ignored me. She went down the hallway to the living room. I was upset with myself. Why couldn't I be more cogent? Did this women really control my emotions? Why did I stutter? Was it because of her? I turned up trumps, following her to the living room. Then I cleared my throat. "Get out of my house," I said angrily. But Ella still ignored me. She went a step in my direction, then she pushed my body on the sofa. Then Ella turned her head really close to mine. "Why didn't you meet me yesterday?" she whispered in a very quiet voice. Although she wasn't speaking loudly at all I could hear every word she said perfectly, because her head was so close to mine. "I didn't want to," I answered. "Could you-" I wanted to say 'Could you please leave my house?' but Ella interrupted me. I actually didn't know why I was trying to be polite at all. "But you promised, you would visit me," Ella said. Although this sentence was actually an accusation, the way she said it, didn't sound like one at all. I promised to meet her? That must have been when I was drunk. I would never say something like that when I'm not drunk. I had to get rid of her. So I opened my mouth again again to tell her once more to leave my house. But right after I had opened my mouth, Ella put her finger on it. "You don't need to apologize. I know that you're very sorry." "No, I'm absolutely not sorry," I tried to say thought my lips, on which Ella was still pressing her finger. "Anyway," Ella said. "I've got something for you." Then she took a bottle out of her handbag. "Let's drink some liquor," she said. "I guess you have some glasses somewhere." 'Oh, no, no, no,' I thought. 'I must not drink alcohol. That would make this situation even worse. If I was drunk something really bad might happen.' I had to prevent Ella from finding any glasses. But I wasn't fast enough. After Ella had looked around for a moment, and before I could have found an idea to prevent her from finding glasses, her eyes seemed to have found the display cabinet at the other side of the room, with some champagne glasses in it. She got up went to the display cabinet and got two glasses. While she went there she was shaking her a$$ in an erotic way, which one part of me found very appealing. While she did that I thought of an idea how I could get rid of her. But for some reason, one part of me didn't want Ella to go. I could call Dre up, he would definitely drive her off. But then I would have to tell Dre about Ella, and didn't I want the cheating-accident to stay a secret? So I really did nothing but thinking while Ella got these glasses. Then she returned to the sofa and sat down next to me. Her sitting next to me caused me to be speechless for a moment. The perfumy smell of her hair, her semi-clothed body only centimeters away from me, her beautiful face with these darkred lips that one part of me couldn't wait to kiss. All that controlled my emotions and I sat there calmly as if this woman had frozen my body. Ella took the bottle poured some liquor in her glass. When she was about to pour some into mine, I finally could speak again. "No, I don't want to drink anything," I said. Why did I even act this polite? I should have screamed at her that she should immediately leave my house. After I said that Ella put on a grin. She took the bottle and poured liquor into my glass until the glass was nearly brimful. "Here you are," Ella said. For the next seconds I said there. My body was frozen. I really should have told her to leave my house, but for some reason I just couldn't. I don't know why. I just couldn'tet her go. I sat there not knowing what to do. I couldn't let Ella go, but I also knew that should not drink alcohol right now. After sitting there for a few moments, I realized that Ella was staring at me. Observing me. Watching me. That felt really uncomfortable. I had a girlfriend. I quickly looked away, and started to gaze at the ground. Ella cleared her throat. "Ehm... don't you wanna clink glasses?" "No, I just want you to-" I stuttered. I actually wanted to say 'I just want you to leave'- but these words couldn't reach my mouth for some reason. "Okay," Ella said. She handed me my glass. I stared at the glass for a moment, but didn't take it. I knew I shouldn't take it. I knew I shouldn't drink alcohol. "Come on," Ella said. Although you could hear at the tone of her voice that she was getting impatient, she managed to let it sound dirty and erotic. One part of me liked this way being talked to, especially Ella talking this way. So I took the glass. One second later I was very angry with myself. Why did I take the glass? I mustn't drink alcohol! After I took my glass, Ella  took hers which was only half-full. Apparently she also didn't want to drink that much alcohol. Then she leaned to me and clicked her glass on mine. When she came closer to me, one part of me felt very excited. After we had 'clincked glasses' Ella took a sip of her glass. Then she started to stare at me again I myself didn't know what to do. I knew I really shouldn't drink alcohol. But I was suddenly in the mood to drink alcohol. It's always been one of my problems. When I get the chance to drink alcohol I always drink some. But I really shouldn't drink alcohol. Especially mow, when I'm with Ella. So I sat there staring at my glass, but forcing myself not to drink. But that was very hard because one part of me really wanted to drink, now that I was holding a glass of liquor in my hands.  But somehow I managed not to drink anything for the next minutes. During this minutes Ella stared at me. She was observing me intently. After several minutes of me forcing myself not to drink and her, watching me, had passed, Ella took another sip of her glass. Then she suddenly said: "Why don't you drink, Mr Mars. I knew you love this liquor." She was speaking very quiet, but because of this absolute silence that was in the room right now, I could hear every word she said perfectly. I didn't know what to say. I knew I should have told her that she can't force me to drink and that she had to leave my house immediately, but I couldn't. One part of me just couldn't be that rude to this beautiful woman. After ten seconds passed by and I hadn't answered anything, Ella whispered: "I think you deserve to drink some liquor, and I know you'll like it." "Well, but I don't want to," I finally managed to say. I noticed that my voice didn't sound that convincing when I said that. Ella put on a smile. "But it's very rude, to refuse something that a woman offers you, isn't it?" Ella said. Her voice has a little bit of the ton in it that you use when you talk to a kid. "Well..." I stuttered. One part of me thought that Ella was completely right, but I managed to force myself not to drink anything anyway. Ella leaned down to me and whispered in my ear. "Come on, drink," Ella whispered in a forcing tone. After neither Ella nor me move or drink for a few seconds, Ella moved her head even closer to me and put a pretty wet kiss on my cheek. "Will you drink now? It's a present," she whispered in a sweet voice into my ear. Now, this one part of me that kinda liked Ella and that was eager for alcohol right now, couldn't resist to drink anymore. I took a sip from my glass. Seconds after that I was angry with myself again. I shouldn't drink. Something bad could happen when I'm drunk. Damn, that was really strong liquor. I shouldn't drink more of it. After I took this sip, Ella looked at me expectantly. "Do you like it?" she asked. I wanted to answer 'no' but this word didn't reach my mouth. After I answered nothing, Ella pretended I had said 'yes'. "I knew you would like it." I didn't answer anything. In my head I was fighting against myself, because I had drunken alcohol. 'No, Bruno you shouldn't have done that. Put that glass down,' a voice in my head begged. But I just couldn't move. "Why don't you drink some more?" Ella asked. She let her voice sound a little reproachful. Yes, why didn't I drink some more? It tasted so good. 'No, Bruno you shouldn't drink alcohol,' a voice in my head said. But now, after I had already drunken a sip, it was even harder to resist. "Drink some more," Ella whispered in a sweet voice. I was nearly about to drink, but I fortunately managed to force myself not to. "No, you can't tell me to-" I stuttered, but Ella interrupted me: She quickly moved even closer to me and put her lips on my open mouth. Some part of me liked the kiss. "Will you drink now?" she whispered looking me right into the eye. Now I didn't manage to force myself not to drink anymore. The kiss caused one part of me to like Ella even more. It didn't want to disagree with her. So I took another sip. It tasted really good. I had a very cheered up feeling in my stomach after I took that sip. It felt really good. "Go on," Ella whispered, grinning. Now I absolutely couldn't resist anymore because I was already a little drunk. I took another sip. Ella smiled. Only five minutes later I had eventually drunken up my glass. Ella continued to cheering me on to drink. With every sip that I took my unreasonableness and the part of me that liked Ella grew. I drank faster and faster and I liked Ella more and more. After I had drunken up this glass I was already quiet drunk. That liquor was pretty strong... and very tasty. "So Mr. Mars, how are you feeling right now?," Ella asked. I noticed that she poured more liquor into my empty glass while she said that. But my by drunken self was very happy about it. I took the glass and drank it up in a minute. Ella grinned. After that glass I felt even more dizzy. But I also felt even more unreasonable and I liked Ella even more now. I was absolutely not thinking about Miranda right now. "Great," I answered Ella's question. She poured even more liquor into my now again empty glass. I smiled. Then I took the glass and drank it up. Now I was even drunker. I wasn't really able to control my actions anymore. Ella suddenly got up. She stood in front of me and looked me right in the eye. "Okay, let's get down to action," she whispered in a dirty voice. She opened her cloak and threw it away. She had been very no clothes under her cloak except for a bra and and a panty. My drunken self loved that sight.  Her wonderful boobs, her shapely ass, her perfect body in the semi-naked version right in front of me. My drunken self loved it. "I bet you wanna f*ck me now," she whispered.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm back! Here is finally a new chapter. I hope you liked it.

I'm so sorry that I didn't post it, when I promised to post it, but I was very busy and didn't have much time to write. But I hope that I will be able to post the next chapter soon. I'm really trying to takemore time to write so that I can post the next chapter really soon. I'm planning to post it in a week, but I can't promise it, maybe I'll have to post it later.

I hope you all had a nice Christmas time, mine was great :). And also I hope you'll have a lot of time celebrating New Year's Eve. ;)

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Chapter 45

Bruno's POV

After reading this, one a part of me felt very allured by Ella's text message. This part of me thought it was a really great idea and couldn't wait to f*ck Ella once more. "No," I whispered in a strong voice. "No, you can't cheat on Miranda again. She's your girlfriend. You love her." 'No, no, I need to see her,' the other part of me thought. "No, you don't want to," I answered loudly. "It will cause a lot of trouble." 'But I have to see her,' the other part of me answered. "No, you don't have to," I said angrily. "Please don't do it-" "But-" I somehow managed to force myself not to go to the club and not to meet and f*ck Ella. Then I determined deleted the text message. I absolutely didn't know how Ella got my phone number, I didn't remember giving it to her. I must have giving it her in one of these drunken sex nights of the last days. I was very angry at myself because of it. Didn't I decide to forget about Ella this morning? Now that, she had my phone number, and now that she was able to send me text messages, I would be very hard to forget about Ella. I was so angry at myself. It was such a big mistake to give Ella my phone number. It was such a big mistake to get to drunk. It was such a big mistake to cheat on Miranda. 'Maybe I should just meet Ella, steal her phone and delete my number,' the part of me that wanted to meet Ella thought. "No," I said.l loudly. "You won't meet Ella." I looked at the clock. 10 minutes ago I was actually feeling so much in love with Miranda, and now I was fighting again, with some voices in my head that wanted to cheat on Miranda. It was so frustrating. I felt like I couldn't love Miranda anymore because of Ella. I really had to forget about Ella. Hearing voices that wanted to cheat on Miranda, my girlfriend that I  loved, was actually the reason why I had to forget about Ella. That one part of me kinda started to like Ella... to love Ella. That was terrible. I had to stop it. It would be really bad if I started to love Ella. Miranda was my girlfriend. I only loved her. But there was this little part of me that started to love Ella. It would be terrible if I fully  fell in love with her. So I promised myself, it won't happen. I won't fall in love with Ella. I will forget about her. The part of me that started to like her mustn't win. I had to do something different. I had to do something that prevented me from thinking of Ella. So I finally went to Twitter. I wanted to do an Ask The Dragon now. It would make my fans very happy, and they would stop to worry about me because I hadn't tweeted lately. So I tweeted: "Hey Hooligans, let's do something funny. Let's do an #AskTheDragon!" Immediately after I clicked 'Tweet' , I received several answers to that tweet: 'What's the last thing you always do, before you fall asleep,' asked The Hoolie Girl. 'What's your favorite movie?' asked Laura Mars. 'What is your favorite kind of pizza?' asked The Pizza Man. 'Did you ever fell off stage?' Bruno's #1 Fan asked. I decided to answer the 'Did you ever fell off stage' question. So I tweeted: 'Yes, when I was seven, while I was impersonating Elvis. I fell of stage during a very complicated dance move and I still have those scars. #Embarrassing.' The next question I answered was: 'Do you like cheese?' by The Cheeseoator. I answered: 'Yes, I do, who doesn't like cheese? #ThatsTheQuestion' I answered a few more very funny question. After the ninth question I looked for another question that I could answer. But at first I didn't see a good question. There were only questions concerning my private life: Bru's Hooli asked: 'Are you finally single again?'. The BM fan asked: 'When will you and this Miranda girl break up?'. Lily Hernandez asked: 'This Franklin b*tch only good in bed, am I right?' MarsSars asked: 'How much money did Natalie...ehm... Miranda already steal from you?' I felt really bad because all these people were hating on Miranda, although they didn't even know her. Miranda didn't deserve to be hated. She was a wonderful, intelligent, selfless woman.  Now, that I read all this frustrating stuff I didn't want to continue this ask the dragon. But then I suddenly saw a nice question: The #1 Hooligan asked: 'How much songs have you already written in your whole life over all?' I answered: 'Many. But most of them are very bad. I'd say I've written, about 500 songs, but I have to note that I didn't even finish some of them.' I answered some more questions, and ignored the Miranda related questions. After that it was 8 p.m. So I turned on the TV, and watched a movie that I had planned to watch. _____________________________________ March 24th 2013 When I woke up this morning, I felt absolutely great. It was the first time in days that woke up in my own bed. That was wonderful. I didn't do anything with Ella last night. I was straight on my way to forget her. I was really sure that this cheating problem was finally over now. I thought about Miranda. That made me feel even better. Right now I was very much in love with her, even more than I ever was before. I looked at my bed table. On it was a picture of Miranda, in a frame. I took the picture, when we were on a beach in Hawaii. She was wearing my favorite dress and no makeup on the picture, but she had a beautiful smile on her face. She looked so wonderful on it. Right now, the only wish that I had, was, Miranda being here, or being in Hawaii with Miranda. I sigh. It was so bad that I couldn't be with her right now. I turned on my phone to send her a text message. The last time I texted her was a few days ago, before this cheating-accident happened for the first time. I wrote: 'Good morning Baby, just woke up. WeI'll so another rehearsal for my tour. I miss you. Parrot' After I clicked 'send' I felt very good. Finally I could contact Miranda again, without having bad feelings about cheating on her. That was a really great feeling. I looked at the clock. It was 8.30 a.m. In two hours I had to be at the studio. I sighed happily. Finally, I had the chance to enjoy my morning, without having to hurry up. I took the remote control of the CD player which was lying on my bed table, turned on the CD player and nestled down in my pillow again. Then I listened to 'Let it be' by the Beatles. It was Miranda's favorite song, but since she's my girlfriend it turned out to be one of my favorite songs too. What was Miranda doing right now? She's probably sleeping. In Hawaii's it's 5.30. a.m. right now. So, Miranda is probably lying in her comfortable bed right now, wearing her cute, flowered pyjamas. In a few hours she will wake up and read my text message. She will be very happy about it. Well... hopefully. For the next ten or twenty minutes I stayed there lying in my bed and thinking about Miranda. I missed her so much right now. Her smell. Her beautiful long hair. Her soft skin. Her laugh. Her jokes. I missed everything about her. When it was nearly 9.00 a.m. I got up, and went to the bathroom. There I had a shower and put on some clothes. While I was doing that I felt very happy because it was the first time in days that I was able to shower without having to think about some cheating-accidents. After I left the bathroom I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. It was the first time in days that I had more than just an apple or slice of bread for breakfast. That felt really relieving. Fortunately I found some flour, some eggs and so on, in the kitchen so that I was able to make some pancakes. Today I even managed pancakes that weren't broken. In fact all the pancakes I made today weren't broken neither they were burnt. That made me very happy somehow. It was kinda a sign that today will be a good day. After breakfast I went to the garage and opened the garage by pressing the remote control. Unlike most days it worked out perfectly. Another sign that today will be a good day. I got into the car, and drove to the studio. On my way there, there weren't any red traffic lights. Another good sign. I also didn't get stuck in traffic. Also a good sign. Before I arrived at the studio, I went to Starbucks, and bought my favorite coffee. When I was there, there wasn't a line at the counter, there weren't any people staring at me and the cashier even complimented my white teeth. Lots of good signs. After that I drove to the studio. Fortunately I immediately found a parking spot. Usually it was very hard to find a parking spot at the studio, but I found one after one minute of searching. Really good sign. When I was about to get out of the car, my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen and found out that I had received a text message from Miranda. She wrote: Hey Parrot :-) Good luck for your rehearsal. Unlike you I don't work on Sundays ;-P.  I miss you too. Please call me when  your rehearsal is over. I love you. M After reading this text message I felt very happy and relieved. After Miranda telling me this, I was even more sure that the rehearsal will go good and that it will be a good day. I got out of the car and entered the studio. Right after I opened the door, Ryan and Brandon approached me. They both seemed to relieved seeing me. "Hello Bruno," Ryan said happily. "You're on time! And you look great! You didn't go to a club yesterday, am I right?" "I never went to a club in the past week," I said. I even manged to say it in a very friendly voice, because I was feeling so happy. "Ah, I understand," Ryan said. "You didn't have nightmares last night." I couldn't ignore that Ryan's voice sounded a little ironic. "Yes, exactly," I answered in a strong voice. "So is everyone here? Can we start rehearsing?" "Yes, Bruno," Brandon said. "Okay," I said. "Let's start rehearing." Today rehearsal went really good. I didn't forget any lyrics, I didn't forget to sing or miss any parts and I never sang the wrong lyrics. I wasn't thinking of any of my problems so everything went great. This time, I actually had a lot of fun rehearsing and it was the first time in days that I had fun at my rehearsal. That felt really good. It made me really happy. After rehearsal Phil approached me. I absolutely didn't feel bothered at all by him because I was feeling very good. "Hey, Phil," I said smiling. "Bruno, I just wanted to say that... well... did you do some special vocal exercises?... Today you're voice sounded really great," Phil said. Another good sign that today would be a good day. "Really? Do you think so?" I asked surprised, but smiling. "Yes," Phil answered. "That was definitely the best rehearsal for this tour so far! I'd nearly say it was one of you're best rehearsals ever." "Oh, thanks," I said. I think I might have blushed a little. Then I added: "Well, no... I actually didn't do any vocal exercises or something like that..  I'm just very happy today." Phil nodded. "Is this nightmare stuff finally over? I heart you telling Ryan something about it." "Yes, it is," I answered. "Fortunately." _____________________________________ After rehearsal I me and my band went to some sandwich shop and had lunch there. While doing that I was feeling very content. I was talking to my band and I wasn't trying to ignore them at all, like a few days ago. Talking to them felt really good. It was the first time that I really talked  to people since this cheating-accident happened. We talked about the tour and we were very much looking forward to it. I was also starting to really look forward to it. _____________________________________ When I got home I felt very happy. Today everything went really well. It couldn't have been better. Rehearsal wss great, I wasn't thinking or worrying about any of my problems, I didn't get embarrassed in traffic and Miranda told me she loved me. I took out my phone because she had asked me to call her after my rehearsal. I dialed her number. This time around I wasn't afraid at all to call her. After Miranda answered the phone, we talked very long. I told her how much I missed her and she told me how much she missed me. I told her how much I loved her, and she told me how much she missed me. It was very easy so talk to her, because I knew that this cheating problem was finally over now. "So you won't tell me, what you'll give me for my birthday?" Miranda asked. "I won't tell you. It will be a surprise," I said grinning. "Come on... tell me!" Miranda urged. "No," I answered calmly and laughed. "You'll find out on your birthday." Miranda faked a sign. "But I'm sure it's a great present?" she asked. "Of course it is!" I said. "It's a present from Bruno Mars!" "Yes, of course," Miranda answered. Then she said: "Oh, I'm so glad that our babies are fine." "Yes I am too," I answered. It was very easy to talk about the babies because I was so happy right now and because this cheating-problem was over for sure. "I'm do much looking forward to raising them with you," Miranda said. "Yes, that will wonderful," I answered smiling and it was the truth. I was really looking forward to becoming a dad now. For the next twenty minutes we talked about the babies and some other things like movies. After we said goodbye I took Geronimo out for a walk. _____________________________________ After me and Geronimo returned home, Ryan came over to hang out. "So what kind of nightmares did you have actually?" Ryan asked. I cleared my throat. "Well... ehm... a few days ago I watched this movie... The Fog... you know this horror movie from the eighties... really scary... Well, and past nights I always dreamt of a fog that  was following me and that will swallow me up. And then there's this arm-" I tried to tell him all this in a really scared voice. "I don't need to hear this," Ryan interrupted me. An expression of puzzledness was on his face. "I always thought that you weren't scared of horror movies. I mean we always watched them in high school and-" "Well, this one is really scary," I said. "Really?" Ryan asked. For a very short moment I thought of telling Ryan the truth, that I cheated on Miranda. But this moment didn't last very long, a second later, I was very determined not to tell him. I wanted to forget about the cheating accident and talking to Ryan about it wouldn't cause that Iforgot it at all. "Yes, really," I said. "And I also think I'm getting old, that's because I can't watch these horror movies without being scared anymore. I mean I'll be a father soon. That's the first step of getting old." "Yes, absolutely," Ryan said. "And I think you'll grow grey hair really soon." "Oh, yes. But I think you'll be the first one to grow grey hair," I teased Ryan. "When will you propose to Lisa by the way? I mean I'm nearly a dad, and you're not even married." "Well... but you aren't married either," Ryan said. "That's right, but at least my girlfriend is already pregnant," I said grinning. We continued conversation a little bit, but neither Ryan nor me brought up my 'nightmares' anymore. For the first time since the cheating-accident happened for the first time I was feeling very happy talking to Ryan. We've been talk talking about lots of funny stuff and we've been laughing a lot. After Ryan left it was 6.30 P.M. and I was feeling very hungry. I opened the fridge and found aside from a glass of peanut butter and some cheese nothing. So I took out my phone and opened my contacts. Then I clicked on the number of some pizza delivery service. (Yes, I had their number on my phone). After I had ordered a pizza, I went to the home office, took my laptop and went to my bedroom. I wanted to spend my evening skyping with Miranda. About 15 minutes later, when I was still trying to m make this Skype thingy work, someone ringed the door bell. 'Wow, they deliver their pizzas very quickly,' I thought while I went to the door. After I opened it my jar dropped. I should have known it. Waking up in my own bed, great rehearsal, good conversation with Miranda and my friends, no thinking of my problems. I really should have known. The day went was too good. Something bad was supposed to happen. Outside of the door wasn't someone delivering my pizza. It was Ella. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Uhhhh....! What will happen next? Find out in the next chapter! I'll try to post it in a week.

Unfortunately I'm pretty busy with school at the moment, so it might be possible that I won't post the next chapter in a week, but later. I'm very sorry about that. I'm also very sorry that you had to wait for this chapter so long. Because of school I wasn't able to write a lot. I hope you liked this chapter anyway.

By the way, I started learning to drive a week ago. It isn't that easy, but there's much more difficult things than driving a car. ;)

[ineedyou-ff]

Chapter 44

Miranda's POV

I was getting more and more nervous mow. Some part of me thought that Doctor Stewart was about to say that my babies were disabled and they were ill and that I was having a miscarriage. I hoped very much that it wasn't true and that they were okay. While I was laying there, worrying about my babies and waiting for Doctor Stewart to say something, I remembered sadly that Bruno was holding my hand when we were here for rhe first time. I really wished he would also do it right now. But of course he couldn't. But if Bruno was here I would have felt so much better. Then Doctor Stewart opened her mouth. She was about to say something. And - could I believe my eyes? - she was smiling! "So, Miss Franklin, I have great news for you! Both of your babies are completely fine." It took a load off my mind. But I had to ask: "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am," Doctor Stewart said. "They aren't growing too fast or too slow, I can't see any symptoms for gene mutations like the Down syndrome or Trisomy 18. Thier hearts are beating... Nothing is wrong."  "Great," I said happily. "Everything is fine." "Yes, everything is fine," Doctor Stewart said smiling. Then she added: "Do, are you handling the pregnancy well?" "Yeah, I think so," I answered. "I sometimes have some shortage of breath but-" "Oh, yeah, that's normal," Doctor Stewart answered. "You know, your babies also need to breath." "Ah, okay," I said. We talked a little about being pregnant. Doctor Stewart told me what I should do and what I shouldn't do. She told me to take enough folic acid, and not to drink alcohol and not to smoke and to avoid places where a lot of people smoke. After I said goodbye to Doctor Stewart I went to the reception desk and made an appointment for the next ultrasound in about a month. Then I got back into my car and drove home. After I got home I wanted to call Bruno and tell him about the ultrasound ands that everything was fine with our babies. The last days I tried to call Bruno many times but he always, except for one time, didn't pick up the phone. But right now I was sure he would pick up the phone. He knew I had another ultrasound today, of course he wanted to know how it went. So he would pick up the phone. I dialed his number. Then I waited. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Normally, it didn't take Bruno that long to answer the phone.  Fifteen seconds. Why did it take Bruno so long to answer the phone? Eighteen seconds. Why didn't Bruno answer the phone? Then I heard suddenly Bruno's voice. "Hello Baby," he said. "Hello, Parrot," I said smiling. I was very happy that he really answered the phone. "Why are you calling?" Bruno asked. This question kinda sounded to me like he actually didn't want to talk to me. Besides wasn't he supposed to know, why I was calling? He knew about the ultrasound appointment. I decided to ignore Bruno's ignorance. He probably had a lot of other stuff on his mind. I mean, he's very busy, he can't know everything. "I have just been in the hospital for my second ultrasound," I told him excitedly. "Oh," Bruno said. He didn't sound excited. He rather sounded disappointed like he actually wanted to hear something else. "Ehm," he went on, it seemed like he didn't really know what to say. Maybe he thought something was wrong with our babies? "Ehm... How did it go?" "Very well. Everything is fine with our children. Isn't that great?" I said happily. "Oh... yeah it is," Bruno answered. I think he seemed to fell relieved. His voice sounded like that. Then there was a silence. Bruno didn't say more. "So..." I began, trying to continue this conversation. "what are you doing?" "I... ehm... I have just taken a nap," Bruno answered. "Ah. Were you tired?" I asked. "Yes, I was," Bruno answered. "You know... ehm... we rehearsed till night yesterday..." "Ah, okay. That must have been very stressing for you," I said. I have to admit that I was worrying a little about Bruno after I heard this. I didn't want him to overwork. "Yes, it was," Bruno answered. "But now, I am not tired anymore, because I've just taken a nap." "Yeah, that's good," I answered. "So how is rehearsal going?" "Great, I'm sure it will be a fantastic tour," Bruno said. His voice didn't sound very strong, but it was provably because he was rehearsing too much. I mean he didn't even have enough time to call me. He probably overworked and felt very stressed. "You know Bruno, I think you work a little too much. You shouldn't overwork, and-" I said, but Bruno interrupted me. "Oh no, everything is fine," he said. "I'm mot working too much." His voice sounded a little aggressive, while he was saying this. "Okay, if you say so," I answered in a huffy tone. His aggressive tone provoked me a little. But I didn't want to have an argument with Bruno, so I said: "I miss you." "I miss you too," Bruno answered. He sounded a little bored, but I knew he really meant, what be said. "Are you looking forward to your tour?" I asked to keep our conversation going. "Yes, of course," Bruno said. "I wanna travel the world again and be on stage again. You know, I missed that very much. But I also wanna be with you. I think I will miss you very much when I'm on tour." "Yeah, but at least you'll be able to come to Hawaii, when our babies are born," I said to console him. "Ehm... yeah," Bruno said. His voice suddenly sounded very weird. "Ehm... how was work today actually?" "Like always actually," I said bored. I found it a little weird that Bruno asked this question, but I guess he just wanted that we don't only talk about him and his work. "Nothing special happened. I dyed dome people's hair, I cut some people's hair... Kate was mean to me like always..." "Oh, yeah, you should definitely ignore her," Bruno said. "When she says something like that I only want you for sex. It's never true." "I know that," I answered. "I actually think she's pretty jealous of me. She probably wants to be your girlfriend." "Do you think so?" Bruno asked. Again I found Bruno's answer a little weird. Usually he would give a  funny and arrogant answer like: 'Yeah, of course she wants to be my girlfriend. I'm the sexiest man alive and I'm very good at sex.' "Yes, of course, I mean you're pretty good-looking and-" I said. "Pretty good-looking?" Bruno repeated me. "I'm very good looking! Besides I'm charming, gentlemanly, sweet and very good at sex. Or short: I'm everything every woman wants." "Okay, okay," I said and laughed. Now, I didn't find Bruno's last answer weird anymore, because now he was joking again. "No, you have to confirm it," Bruno said. "Say: Yes, Bruno, you're very good-looking, charming, sweet, gentlemanly and very good at sex." "Do I really have to say that?" I asked. "Yes, of course!" Bruno said loudly. "Parrot, you're very good-looking, charming, gentlemanly and very good at sex," I said faking a bored voice. "Are you content now?" "Yes, I am," Bruno answered. "Great," I said. "You know, my birthday is next month and I wonder what your present will be..." "Well, I won't tell you," Bruno said amused. "Oh, come on," I whined. "No, you have to wait till your birthday," Bruno said happily. "But I bet, you'll love my presents." "Presents? You'll give me several presents? Bruno, you know that you shouldn't spend too much money on me..." I said. Now I was afraid that his present was something that I couldn't pay him back. "Aww please, baby," Bruno said. "You know that I have enough money." I sighed. Then I said: " Okay." "Great," Bruno said happily. "It's so sad that you aren't able to be in Hawaii for my birthday," I said cheerlessly "Oh... yeah, it is," Bruno answered and his voice suddenly turned sad, when he said that. I think now he was thinking again that he won't be a good that for his children because he was rarely in Hawaii. I needed to encourage him. "You'll be a great dad, Parrot," I said. "Ehm... yeah," Bruno answered. But by the sound of his voice I could hear that he wasn't really believing me. That made me worry. I didn't have time to say more, because Bruno suddenly said : "Oh, someone ringed the door bell... probably Ryan... he probably wants to persuade me to raise his salary... that conversation will take long... I fear, I have to hang up the phone now..." "Ehm... are you sure?" I asked. For some reason I had the feeling that he wasn't really telling the truth. Right after I approached a topic that he sometimes doesn't like to talk about, he finds a reason to hang up the phone. That was strange. Really strange. I had the feeling that he didn't want to talk about our babies for some reason and that he lied to me by saying, Ryan was there. "Yes, I am," Bruno said shortly. "Bye." "Bye," I mumbled. Usually I would also say 'I love you,' but right now I felt way too confused. Why didn't Bruno want to talk about our babies? And did he really lie to me? The whole conversation I had the feeling that something was weird. Bruno seemed to have a secret. I hoped, it was just that he thought again that he won't be good dad. After the conversation I felt odd. I felt empty inside. I felt alone. It felt like there was a wall between me and Bruno. Not a wall like the distance from Hawaii to L.A. No. A mental wall. A wall that I couldn't pierce. Bruno was inapproachable. His soul was inapproachable. He didn't allow me to talk to him. He was hitting something and he was even from me, his girlfriend. I felt really bad. I was his girlfriend, and he didn't allow me to approach his soul. He didn't want to tell me about his feelings. I really hoped Bruno was only thinking that he won't be good dad and that he didn't have a bigger problem. I decided to in encourage him and to tell him many times that he was go going to be a good that, in our next phone conversations. Bruno's POV Oh my god. Miranda had just called me. She reminded me of some terrible things. That she was pregnant and that I was going to be a dad. The last hours I tried to forget about it, because I knew I was going to be a terrible dad after all. After I cheated on Miranda, the mother of my kids. She reminded me that I won't be able to be in Hawaii for her birthday. Hmmm... would she actually want to spend her birthday with me if she knew that I cheated on her for three times? Definitely not. At the end of the phone call I even had to lie to Miranda again, because I didn't want to talk about our children. I actually want to become a dad and to be a good dad, but I know that I can't.  After all this 'cheating-accidents' I had totally forgotten that Miranda had an appointment for another ultrasound. But I'm glad that everything is fine with the babies. I absolutely don't want them to be a miscarriage or something. I want them to live and I want to be a dad and found a family with Miranda. It was so bad. Now I had cheated on Miranda for three times. I will be a terrible dad, I now it. Someone who cheats on the mother of his children is a terrible dad. I hope Miranda didn't notice that I was acting a little weird. She mustn't know that I cheated on her. And she never will. I will ignore it and I will act like it didn't happen. It won't happen ever again. I decided to take Geronimo for a walk and to clear my head. _____________________________________ After I took a walk and returned to my house, I felt a little better. Talking to Miranda on the phone didn't feel that bad. It actually felt very well. It was great to hear her voice and to make some jokes with her. I love her so much. She's always so cute and funny. The last time we talked on the phone felt very bad, because I had to lie to Miranda so often. This time around I also had to lie to her and it also was very bad. But before I had to lie to her I felt great. Now that I went out for a walk abd thought about everything I felt great. Now, I was even more convinced that I won't cheat on Miranda ever again and that she won't find out about it. I was even more convinced that I lived her and that I wanted to found a family with her and have children with her. Now that I was feeling better, I decided to do an Ask-the-dragon. The last days I didn't tweet anything and I think some hooligans very wondering about it. I took out my phone. I was just about to open the Twitter-app when I noticed that I had received a text message. It was from Ella. Although I didn't want to think about Ella (and although I shouldn't think about her) I opened the text message. For some reason some part of me was wondering what she wrote l, besides I was wondering how she got my phone number. The text message was: Hey Mr. Mars, I think we should redo what we did last night VERY soon. We could do it right now. You know where to find me. I'm ready. Your sex slave PS: You're the sexiest motherf*cker in the world. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What will Bruno do next? Find out in the next chapter! I'll post it on next Monday.  I hope you liked this chapter.

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Chapter 43

Bruno's POV

I was sitting in my car. I had been sleeping in my car. I couldn't believe it. I looked down my body and realized that the only thing I was wearing were some boxers,  besides my jacket that had been lying on my nearly naked body like a blanket. Why was I nearly naked? That was terrible. Now, I was wondering even more how I got here, now that I noticed that I was naked, and I already feared that some very bad things happened in this car. I threw a short glance out of the window. I wasn't home. My car was standing on some parking lot. Now I knew why some really loud cars woke me up. I had to get dressed now. Some people could pass by, look through the window and see me naked (which I really hoped, didn't already happen.) I looked around to find my clothes. After I found them (they were lying around all over my car) I quickly got dressed while my head was hurting very hard. Fortunately I found a hat in my car, so that I could cover my messy hair. After I got dressed, I looked thought the window to find out where I was. I was at a parking lot... of some club... The club felt familiar to me... I've been there already a few times... While I was staring at the club, an image of a beautiful girl popped up in my head. Ella. I always met her in this club. Plus I had terrible headache. Did I drink alcohol? Is that what I did in this club? Drinking alcohol and meeting alcohol. I suddenly had a terrible clue how I ended up here. But I really hoped it (k) didn't happen, although it was pretty obvious. I looked at the screen of my phone and realised that rehearsal would start in about ten minutes. I really had to hurry up. I quickly sat down on the driver's seat and started the car. While I was driving I only asked myself one question: Did Ella and me have sex again last night? If so, I would have cheated on Miranda for the third time. That would be very bad. Very bad. Besides having a terrible headache, I also felt very tired, sick and hungry. So I decided to stop at Starbucks. After I entered Starbucks a lot of people starred at me. I tried to ignore them and went straight to the counter. I was feeling terrible right now, after finding out that I apparently cheated on Miranda again, and I absolutely wasn't in the mood to be stared at. When I was about to order someone behind me said: "Hey, aren't you-" I loudly I cleared my throat ignoring that guy. Then I said: "I'll have Caramel Macchiato." "Okay," the waiter said. Five minutes later I finally left the shop, drinking my coffee. On my way back to my car I suddenly heard some teenage girls screaming my name. I looked around. They were standing maybe 10 meters away from me. "Bruno, please, can you sign this for us?" one of them screamed. "Bruno come here," the others screamed excited. I sighed. Right now I really wasn't in the mood to be screamed at by some teenage girls. I actually only wanted to be alone right now. Why weren't these girls at school? Oh right, it's Saturday. I went on to my car, trying to ignore the annoying girls. I wished I was at home not having to worry about anything and not being screamed at by any girls! Just before I got into my car, I noticed that they were following me. Now I felt very annoyed by them. Why couldn't they leave me alone? I nearly wanted to show them my middle finger, because they annoyed them, when I was feeling very bad. But instead of showing them my middle finger finger, I threw an angry glance at them and then I quickly got into my car I drove to the studio. During the ride I thought about how I ended up here, in my car, having sex with Ella again. I remembered feeling very bad yesterday... that must have caused me to drink alcohol... then I must have gone to the club and met Ella... then it (k) must have happened. It was so terrible. I cheated on Miranda now for the third time. I was a very bad boyfriend. I've cheated on her three times in three days! That was really bad. It should have never happened again. I had to forget Ella. Otherwise I would maybe cheat on Miranda again. 'I will forget about her,' I thought. 'I will forget about Ella. I won't meet her ever again. I won't cheat on Miranda ever again." Now, I promised myself it won't ever happen again. Twenty minutes later I finally arrived at the studio. "Hey, Bruno. You finally dicided to come over. Why are you late? Rehearsal should have started 15 minutes ago!" Brandon greeted me. "Ehm... traffic," I lied. "You know we live L.A. There's always traffic jams everywhere." "Yeah, sure... but... ehem...," Ryan who just joined us said and cleared his throat. "I don't want to be rude, but... Well... did you shower today? You smell really bad." "Ehm... yeah... well... I mean..." I stuttered embarrassed. But then I finally said self confidently:"I am a man... Hygiene isn't that important to me..." Then I added after I saw Ryan and Brandon's puzzled faces: "But yeah, you're right, I didn't shower, I overslept." "So you overslept and you were caught up in traffic?" Ryan asked, still looking a little puzzled. "Yeah," I answered. "I'm not really lucky these days..." "Hmm... well, anyway... I can't stop thinking that there is another reason why you're late," Ryan said in a sceptical tone. "Aha," I answered. Ryan really seemed to have started to worry about me. Like yesterday and the day before yesterday, rehearsal went really bad. I forgot the lyrics many times, I sang the wrong the wrong lyrics many times, I forgot to sing many times... I think at the latest now the whole band noticed that something is wrong with me. After rehearsal I went home right away. After I had eaten a toast without anything on it (I didn't really do any grocery shopping lately...), I went to bed and got some sleep. _____________________________________ Miranda's POV I looked at my phone. Then I sighed. Again I didn't get any text messages by Bruno. Normally he sent me a cute text message almost every day, but he didn't do that anymore lately. Since three days he didn't sent me text messages and he didn't call me. When I talked to him on the phone two days ago he didn't want to talk very long. I don't find it weird. I know how busy Bruno is. But today I only wanted Bruno to send me a text message or to call me. In about half an our I had an appointment for another ultrasound and I felt very nervous about it. Although I felt that my babies were fine, I feared that something could be wrong with them, for example that they were disabled. But I knew if Bruno would wish me luck by sending me a text message or by calling me I would have felt better. But it didn't happen. Bruno didn't call me, neither he sent me a text message. It was so frustrating. I sighed again and entered the hospital. Although my appointment was about to begin in about half an hour, I was already at the hospital. That's because I was so nervous about the appointment, I just couldn't stay at home and wait for it. So I went to the hospital earlier because I wasn't able to do anything at home. I also thought that I maybe could meet Kim in the hospital and talk to her, if she wasn't busy. She could comfort me. I took a deep breath then I entered the hospital. After that I went straight to the reception desk. At the reception desk was Annie, a college of Kim and a friend of Kim and mine. "Hello Annie," I said. "I have an appointment at 4 p.m." "Oh right, the ultrasound," she said winking at me. "Are you nervous?" "No," I lied. But after I saw Annie's unbelieving face, I added: "Maybe a little bit." "Yeah, I'm sure, everything will be fine," Annie said in an encouraging voice. "I understand that you're nervous though." I nodded. "Anyway, Doctor Stewart will be ready in half an hour. I guess you have to sit down in the waiting room." "Okay," I said nervously. "Unfortunately I am not able to talk to you now," she added pointing at the line of patients at the reception desk. "Yeah. Do you know if Kim is busy right now?" I asked hopefully. "Ehm yeah she is, unfortunately. She's serving some patients," Annie explained. "Oh, okay," I answered. "See you, Annie." I entered the waiting room. There  was a woman with a little baby in her arms, a man that was sitting in a wheelchair and an old man were also sitting in the waiting room. I nodded to them, then I sat down. After I say down,  I looked at my phone again. Nothing. Bruno didn't send me any text messages, nor he tried to call me. I felt so terrible about it. The next 30 minutes were some of the most frustrating of my whole life. I only though about what I would do if I found out that my babies were disabled. The worst was that Doctor Stewart could tell me this in only thirty minutes. If she told me, I would have only 30 minutes left without knowing it now. 30 minutes without having to think about a future with disabled children. I was spitting there only staring at the ground, thinking and worrying. The people that were also sitting in the waiting room didn't pay attention to me. But I did it anyway. I thought about what I would do if I had raise some disabled children. It would be probably much more harder than raising some not disabled children. Maybe I would have to quit my work as a hairdresser. Maybe I also couldn't love some disabled children as much as I could love some not-disabled children. No, that was bullsh*t. You should always love disabled children as much as some that aren't disabled. But maybe some disabled children would have a less happy life as children that aren't disabled. I looked at the guy in the wheelchair and sighed. I just didn't want my children to end up like this. I sighed. I want my babies not to be disabled so much! I looked at the woman with the baby. Yeah, of course, her baby wasn't disabled... That's what I wanted my children to me: Not disabled. Why couldn't Bruno be there for me when I needed him the most? Why couldn't he had least send me a text message? I wasn't really angry at him because of it because I knew that he was very busy. I didn't think that he forget to call me or something. I knew that he was thinking about me right now and that he was as worried as I we about the appointment. 'No they won't be disabled and you won't have a miscarriage, Miran,' I thought nervously. Then I was sitting there still worrying, but for some reason I was actually worrying less now. About twenty minutes later I looked at my phone again (but during that twenty minutes I had of course looked at it many times to check wheahter Bruno had sent me a text message. It was 4.04 p.m. Doctor Stewart was late. Some minutes and some thoughts of mine later, I looked at my phone again. 4.10 p.m. One part of me was getting a little impatient, but another part didn't want the appointment to start anyway. I waited some minutes more and stared at the ground.then someone said suddenly: "Miranda Franklin, Doctor Stewart is ready." I looked up. There was a nurse standing in the door. "Okay," I said nervously and got up. I nervously followed her to the room where the ultrasound took place. When I entered the room Doctor Stewart was already there. "Hello, Miss Franklin," she said. "Hello Doctor Stewart," I answered politely. "So, we'll do your second ultrasound now," Doctor Stewart said, going to the ultrasound machine and turning it on. "Yes," I said and nodded. "Okay, then please lay down there," she ordered, pointing at the examination couch. I lied down there. "Why isn't your boyfriend, Mr... ehm... Hernandez, here?" Doctor Stewart asked, while she was opening a packaging of the gel, she also used for the last ultrasound. "He has to work," I answered sadly. Again, I was reminded that Bruno wasn't here. "Oh, and I think he lives in Los Angeles?" Doctor Stewart asked curiously. I nodded. "Okay, so lift your dress mow," Doctor Stewart said, after a few silent, awkward seconds. I lifted my dress a little. Then Doctor Stewart applies some of the cold salve on my belly. After that she device onmy belly, like the last time, I was here. "Okay in a minute I will be able to tell you how your babies are," Doctor Stewart said. I was getting even more nervous now.

Doctor Stewart moved theh device over my belly. Then she stared at the screen of the ultrasound machine for a long moment.

What was she going to say?

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I will post the next chapter in a week. In the next chapter Miranda will learn whehter the babies are fine or not.

I hope you liked this chapter. :-)

By the way, did you already hear Uptown Funk? It's great, isn't it?

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Chapter 42

Bruno's POV My drunken self wanted to meet Ella so bad. It wanted to f*ck her right now. It couldn't wait to do it. It needed (k) to f*ck her. I was very drunk right now. It was getting very hard to contol my actions. I saw pictures of Ella through my mental eyes. Her naked body. Her lying under my body. Her lying on my body. Then I heard her screeming and moaning my name. Oh yeah, my drunk self wanted it to happen again. I had completely forgotten Miranda and that I had a girlfriend, because I was very drunk. My drucken self couldn't wait or resist to f*ck her. So I got up and was about to go to the car to drive to the club where I could meet Ella. 'No, don't do it,' the voice in my head said. I sighed. This stupid voice was talking to me again. "Yes, I will," I answered loudly. I drank up my fifth bottle of beer and left the room. 'No, Bruno, please don't do it. You have girlfriend. You'll be cheating on her again,' the voice in my said in a begging voice. "Oh, have I?" I said loudly. My drunk self didn't remember having a girlfriend. "Well, I don't care. I wanna f*ck Ella now!" 'No, Bruno, you're drunk. Please don't meet Ella, you'll be cheating on Miranda,' the voice in my head went on. " I just told you that I don't care. I need to have sex now, and I need to have sex with Ella now. Get out of my head!" I said loudly. I was nearly screaming the last sentence. My drunken self was pretty angry with this stupid voice that didn't want me to f*ck Ella. I mean it couldn't tell me what to do, right? I can do whatever I want and I wanted to f*ck Miranda. And I needed to f*ck Miranda. I entered the hallway and took my jacket and a hat. 'No, stay at home, Bruno. Don't meet Ella. Don't cheat on Miranda again,' the voice in my head begged. "Didn't I just tell you to get out of my head? I can do whatever I want, okay?" I said angrily, opened the front door and left my house. 'NO, NO, NO,' the voice in my head screamed while I walked to the garage. 'YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!' My drunk self rolled its eyes, ignored the annoying voice and got into the car. I really wanted to have sex with Ella when I was drunk. This stupid. annoying voice in my head couldn't prevent me from doing it. 'Besides you shouldn't drive a car now, you're drunk,' the voice started again, when I was about to start the car. "No, I'm not that drunk and I have to meet Ella. I need to have sex," I said annoyed. "No, you are very drunk. Go back to your house and go to bad or whatever, but don't cheat on Miranda,' the voice in my head went on. "Shut up," I said loudly and started the car. I didn't manage to force myself not to go to the club, because I was so drunk and because I was so determined to go. But although I was so drunk I managed to drive to the club, without causing an accident. 20 minutes later I entered the club scanned the room. My eyes looked heretically for Ella. After a minute of searching, which felt for my drunken self like a entity, I finally found her. She was standing at the bar and staring at the dance floor. While she was doing that she threw flirty glances at some guys. Her outfit was sexy as always: She wore a very short, skinny, black skirt and a red belly bearing top and very high heels. On her lips she wore bright red lipstick. My drunken self loved it. I quickly approached her. When she saw me she immediately stopped her eye contact with some guy that was dancing on the dance floor. "Hello Mr. Mars," she said, putting on a grin. "I guess you missed me?" "Yeah, I did," my drunken self said. 'No, you didn't miss her,' the voice in my head said. 'You have a girlfriend. 'Shut up. I thought you were finally gone,' I thought angrily. I didn't say it out loud, so that Ella didn't think that I was talking to myself. "So do you want what I think you want?" Ella asked with a wink. "If you mean f*cking you hard, then the answer is yes," I answered. 'You don't want to f*ck her,' the voice in my head said. I just ignored it. "Okay," Ella answered with a smile. "Where's your car?" _____________________________________ All I remember doing after that is: Getting with Ella into my car. Getting undressed. Seeing her getting undressed. Seeing her naked. Kissing her. F*cking her. And being very happy. _____________________________________ March 22nd 2013 The next morning I woke up, lying in the hallway of my house. As I looked around and realized where I was I felt like I had a very weird déjà-vu. Didn't I also wake up at this place last morning? As I got up, I realized that I was feeling dizzy and that I had a terrible headache. I had a hangover. I must have drunken some alcohol last night. Like the night when I also fell asleep in the hallway. Didn't I cheat that night on Miranda? I hope that didn't happen last night. But how did I end up in the hallway this time? I looked at the clock. 10.05 a.m. I really had to hurry up. Rehearsal had started five minutes ago. Although I was pretty tired I decided to go to rehearsal. Eric shouldn't continue to worry about me and Ryan shouldn't even start. While I went to the bathroom I thought about how I ended up in the hallway. I probably drank some alcohol last night. But why did I fall asleep in the hallway? 'Did I keel over?' I thought while I entered the bathroom. After I entered it I couldn't go on thinking, because when I looked into the mirror of the bathroom I saw something very terrible. Very terrible. There was some red lipstick on my cheek. Did I meet a girl last night? Did the girl kiss me on my cheek?  Did I meet Ella? 'What the f*ck happened last night,' I thought desperately. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. I went to a club. And obviously I had been very drunk. Then I met Ella. 'No, no, no,' I thought. 'Did really happen the same thing like the night before last night. Did I really f*ck Ella again?' That would be terrible. Suddenly I had a picture from last night in my head. Ella taking off her bra and lying down on the rear back seat in front of my naked self. Now I was very sure that I really f*cked Ella again last night. That was really bad. I cheated on Miranda again.Suddenly I felt even thousand times worse than when I woke up today with a terrible headache and a hangover. I was really angry with myself. I cheated on my girlfriend twice in two days. How could that happen?  I felt terrible. My biggest which was to wake up again, in my bed and realize that it was only a dream. I put my hands on my head. I nearly started to cry. Why was it always me who experiences these bad situations? (Okay, I'm a Grammy-winning popstar, my life is not that bad.) I'm becoming a dad and I've been cheating on the mother of my children TWICE IN TWO DAYS, I've been lying to her about a thousand times in the last days, I won't be able to be present at the birth of my children and she doesn't know it because I lied to her about it. I won't be a good dad to my children, I cheated on their children and I won't be able to spend enough time with them. They'll hate me and if Miranda knew that I cheated on her, she would hate me too. My life was so terrible right now! I sat down on the floor and sighed. I took a deep breath and whispered: "We are gonna ignore it. You never cheated on Miranda, it has never happened. Miranda loves you and she'll never know that you cheated on her." I got up, then I undressed and took a shower, while I tried to think of something different (which didn't work out pretty well). Then I put on my clothes and had a very quick breakfast (consisting of an apple and a glass of milk). While I was eating my phone ringed. I looked at the caller ID. It was Ryan. "Hello," I said while I was chewing my apple. "Hey, Brunz," Ryan said. "Where are you?... Rehearsal should've started fifteen minutes ago..." The sound of his voice was a mixture of worry and anger. "Ehm... I overslept..." I said, chewing my apple. "Why? Did you go to a club last night?" Ryan asked. Unfortunately, Ryan knew me pretty well. "No," I said quickly. "I had a nightmare again." "Aha," Ryan just said. "So, should I pick you up for rehearsal? We're all waiting for you!" Now, Ryan's probably worrying about me too, now. He probably only wants to pick me up so that he can talk to me. "No," I said. "That would take too much time, I'm already on my way anyway." "I hear that you're chewing something," Ryan said. "You're having breakfast right now." "I mean, I'm already on my way, to leave for rehearsal, so you don't have to pick me up," I said. Then I quickly added, before Ryan could say something else: "Bye, Ryan," and hang up the phone. I quickly finished breakfast, then I ran to the garage and got into the car. I quickly drove to the studio where our rehearsal took place. The ride there happened to be without any incidents unlike yesterday. But when I arrived at the studio I had to look for a parking space for over ten minutes. It was always hard to find a parking space at the studio. After I finally found a parking space I entered the studio. And while I was doing that I immediately met Brandon and Ryan, who both approached me. "Hey, Bruno," Ryan said and looked at me, putting on a worried face. "You look terrible." "Yeah, Ryan's right," Brandon agreed. "Are you sure, you can do this and you don't need to take a nap or something?" "Oh, no, everything is fine Brandon," I quickly said. Then I added in a faked happy voice: "I actually can't wait to rehearse for my wonderful tour." Brandon and Ryan both looked at me with weird expressions their faces, but they said nothing. The next three hour me and my band rehearsed. The rehearsal went pretty bad, because I was only thinking of all my f*cking problems. I didn't know the lyrics to some songs three times, I sang the wrong lyrics four times and I forgot to sing five times.I think Eric, Ryan and Brandon started to worry about me even more after that. After rehearsal I only wanted to drive home, lock myself in my house and forget all my problems. But Eric approached me when I was about to get into my car. "Hey, Bruno. The band and me is having lunch. Do you want to join us?" I suddenly had a very weird déjà-vu. Didn't something like this also happen yesterday? "Ehm... no," I said unlocking the door of my car. I really didn't want to spend time with Eric and the band right now. I just wanted to be alone. "Why?" Eric asked. "I'm not hungry," I said. "Really?" Eric asked. Normally you're always hungry." "Well, not right now, bye Eric," I said and got onto my car. "But maybe I could give you a drive home," Eric said, before I closed the door of my car. "Didn't you just say you were going to have lunch now?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Ehm... no... I mean I'm not that hungry actually. I also can have lunch in about an hour or something," Eric stuttered, but I knew why he didn't have to have lunch right now. He wanted to talk to me, because he worried about me. "You know what, Eric? I think I can drive pretty well myself," I said quickly, closed the door of my car and started the car. _____________________________________ An hour later I arrived home. As I entered the living room, I actually felt hungry. So I dragged myself into the kitchen. When I opened the fridge I realized that there wasn't that much food in it. I had to do some grocery shopping soon. But I couldn't do it right now. I felt too sick. Besides there was still some bread and some cheese lying around that I was able to eat. After I had eaten I still felt bad. The whole my problems were running my mind. But I also felt very tired. So I lied down on the couch and had a nap. At nine o'clock I woke up again. Although I had had a very long nap, I still felt very bad. All my f*cking problems about having cheated on Miranda and  about having lied to her ,were running my mind. I still felt terrible. I looked at the table. There was my phone. Right, it woke me up. It vibrated. I must have received a text message. I took my phone and opened the text message. It was from Miranda. She wrote: Hey Parrot, Are you busy? I miss you. Please call me soon. M Right. I should call Miranda. I actually should have called her, if I would have been a good boyfriend. But I was a bad boyfriend. I usually called her every day, but right now, after I had cheated on her twice, I couldn't call her. I turned off my phone. Now that I read this text message I was feeling even worse. I didn't know what to do. Now, I was thinking about Miranda and all my problems that concerned her, even more. I actually decided to forget that I cheated on Miranda, but it didn't work out. I was only thinking about it. I thought about what was going to happen if she found out that I cheated on her. I thought about what a bad boyfriend I was, now that I had cheated on her twice. I thought about what a terrible father I will be. I thought about many other things and I felt terrible about all my problems. March 23rd 2013 The next morning something very terrible and very strange happened. I woke up with a terrible headache, sitting (or lying, more or less) on something very hard I was woken up by some very loud cars that passed by, which was pretty weird because normally the cars that I can hear from my bed aren't very loud. 'But the last two mornings I also didn't wake up in my bed, besides this hard thing I'm sitting on, doesn't really fell like my bed,' I thought before I opened my eyes. When I opened them, I nearly got a heart attack. I was sitting on the rear bench seat of my car. I was sitting in my car. I had been sleeping in my car. I didn't know at all how I got there. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So here is finally the next chapter. I'm sorry, I actually said I would post it yesterday, but when I siad that I didn't know that I wouldn't be home then. Yesterday  I visited some family members that live in another town, far away from ours. But now, I'm home again, and able to post. :)

I hope you liked this chapter. I think I will post the next chapter next Monday. Right now, I'm not very busy and I'm writing a lot. So I think in a few weeks, I will be able to post twice a week again. :)

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Chapter 41

Bruno's POV I didn't know if I should answer the phone or not. I just couldn't talk to Miranda and pretend everything is fine. I had cheated on her and I was sure she would hate me if she knew it. But pretending I didn't cheat on her felt like lying to me and I promised Miranda I wouldn't lie to her ever again. But I couldn't tell her that I cheated on her. It was terrible! But one part of missed Miranda and missed hearing her voice. For that part the idea of just chlicking the screen and then hearing it, was very alluring. The next seconds I was sitting there, feeling torn. The two parts of me fought against each other: It would he very hard to talk to Miranda after I cheated on her. But I loved her. I needed to hear her voice and to talk to her. She could notice that I wasn't acting weird while talking to her. It would be also weird if I didn't answer the phone. I could just say I was busy. That would be lying. I loved her and I promised I wouldn't lie to her ever again. I already lied to her. Yeah, I don't wanna lie to her one more time. Pretending not to have cheated, when you really have is also lying. No, it's technically not. You miss her. Answer the phone. (k) No. I can't talk to her. No, I can. The part of me that wanted to talk to Miranda won. I decided it would be the best just to inore the cheating-accident and not to talk about it (like I already decided this morning.) I wanted to forget it and I wanted it not to happen ever again. I was intend on letting it never happen again. If would pretend nothing happened, it would mean that I didn't cheat on her and that I could talk to her and pretend nothing happened without lying, because I would be pretending that it was the truth that nothing happened. Okay, that's actually the dumbest thing, I'd ever heard, but one part of me believed it. So I answered the phone. "Hello Baby," I said. "Hi Parrot," Miranda's beautiful voice said. "I missed you." "I missed you too," I said. 'Yeah, you missed her so much, that you immediately f*cked another chick, when she wasn't in town anymore.,' a voice in my head whispered. 'Shut up, we were gonna ignore it,' I thought desperately. "What are you doing?" "Oh, I've just got back from work," Miranda answered. "And I actually still have some ironing to do left, but I decided that talking to you would be more fun." Would she prefer calling me, if she knew I cheated on her? Probably not. "Great decision," I said. 'Considering that you cheated on her, it's not a great decision,' the voice in my head said. 'Shut up,' I my thoughts answered. "So how are you?" I said, before the voice in my head could go on. "I'm very good, because I'm talking to you," Miranda said. "How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine," I answered. 'Lair,' the voice in my head whispered. 'You aren't happy at all. You've just cheated on your girlfriend-'. "SHUT Up!" I said loudly to make it stop. "Who are you talking to?" Miranda asked. "Are you talking to me?" "Ehm... no," I quickly said. "I was taking to Geronimo. He barked very loud. Didn't you hear it?" 'Another lie,' the voice in my head commented. Without saying a word I put on a very angry face and pointed with my middle finger at my head. "No, I didn't heard him," Miranda answered. "Anyway, why didn't you call me yesterday?" "Ehm... well I was busy," I answered. That wasn't lying, it was actually really the truth. 'Yeah, you were busy, f*cking another woman,' the voice in my head said. I took a deep breath then I said: "No, -" I wasn't busy f*cking Ella,' I thought. "I was busy discussing something with Ryan. He wanted another raise of his salary. I had a really hard time talking this idea out of him." 'Forth lie,' the voice in my head commented. "Aha ," Miranda said. "I have another appointment for an ultrasound in two days. Of course you can't be there..." "No," I said sadly. "But I think they're fine right now," Miranda said. "Do you wanna talk to them?" "Ehm... yeah," I said nervously. Right now, I actually didn't even want to think about my children on whose mother I cheated. I heard a noise that sounded like Miranda moved her phone through the air and put it down somewhere. "Okay, now you can talk to them," Miranda said. I couldn't hear her voice very loudly, because apparently she wasn't holding her phone at her head. "Okay," I said nervously. I didn't really know what to say. But if I wanted to be a good dad, I think I had to. "Ehm hello... How are you?... Daddy loves you," I said, although I didn't really know right now, if the last sentence was really the truth. I cheated on Miranda which clearly shows that I'm not ready to become a dad. They, the babies, are here at the wrong time. I couldn't stand taking to them anymore, so I said: "Seriously, Miranda, do you really think they hear me?" I heard her moving the phone trough the air again. "Well... actually not, but you're so cute when you talk to them," Miranda said. 'Would she say that if she knew that I cheated on her? Probably not,' I thought sadly. "Yeah, well... hmmm... What's the weather like right now in Hawaii actually?" I asked because I couldn't think of anything else to ask. 'Now that you're talking about the weather. She'll know that there's something cooking...' the voice in my head whispered. I decided to ignore it. "The weather? It's sunny as always," Miranda answered. "Ah, okay, I was just wondering because... ehm... I wanna be in Hawaii right now and if I knew what the weather was like there, I could imagine being in Hawaii," I explained. Okay, I admit that's a very bad explanation for asking this stupid question. "Aha," Miranda said. "I think you'll maybe don't want be in Hawaii right now." "What?!" I asked puzzled. Did she know that I cheated on her? No, that's impossible. Miranda laughed. "No, I'm just joking. Your sister is just really annoying at the moment because of the baby shower. She calls me everyday and tells me about some ideas that she had... I mean it's in about six months from now, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "I mean, sure I'm looking forward to the baby shower and so on... but I think exaggerating things a little bit..." Miranda went on. "Hmmm.... yeah she always does," I said. I had to change the topic as soon as possible. That Miranda's talking about the baby shower means that she'll also be talking about our babies soon. "Did you know that ehm... " I quickly said. "That what?" Miranda asked curiously. "That it's April 1st soon," I said nervously. "And I'm planning to play an April Fool on Eric," I said. Yeah, after all I was pretty angry with Eric who is butting in my personal life. He deserves to be pranked. "Oh. Cool," Miranda said in happy voice. "I love pranks. What kind of prank will you play on him?" "Ehm... I don't know yet," I said quickly. I actually started planning it right now. "Hmmm... you could replace the keys of his car with the ones for your car," Miranda suggested. "He wouldn't be able to get in his car. That would be funny." "Oh, yes. But you know, I think that's a little... ehm... boring. We should think of something more spectacular," I said, trying to prevent Miranda from talking about the babies again. "Hmm... you could put mud on the driver seat of his car," Miranda suggested. "Like you did to me in High School?... no. I have too many bad memories with that," I said. Then I added, so that she couldn't say anything about the babies: "Have you got another idea?" "Hmmm... How about telling him he's fired and the next day you tell him, it was just a joke?" Miranda suggested. "That's a good idea," I said and this time around I wasn't lying. But I had to ask her for another idea, unless she would probably start to talk about the babies again. "But maybe it's a little too mean, don't you think so?" "Yeah, maybe but right now I don't have another idea," Miranda said. "Really?!" I asked. I didn't want her to start talking about the babies again. "Yeah, but I'm sure you'll have another great idea," Miranda said. "Anyway, I think we should start thinking about names when we now the genders." "Yeah," I said. 'Oh no, she started to talk about the babies again,' I thought angrily. Immediately I thought of an idea  how I could change the topic again. "So you're okay with knowing the gender till the birth. You know some people don't wanna know the gender of their child before the birth," Miranda explained. "No, I'm okay with that," I answered. "I think it's more practical to know it as soon as possible because that way it will be easier to buy clothes and stuff for them... " "Okay," Miranda said. "I absolutely agree with you. And-" But I interrupted her. I knew she was going to say something about the babies and I absolutely didn't want to hear it. I absolutely didn't even and to think about them right now. But I couldn't think of a way how to change the topic. Because I wanted to stop this conversation anyway, because I was forced to lie the whole time, I said quickly: "Ehm... Miranda baby, I ... ehm... have an appointment in ten minutes. I have to discuss something with manager, so..." 'Liar," the voice in my head whispered. I sighed. I thought it was gone. "On, okay, I understand," Miranda said. "Will you call me tomorrow?" "Ehm... yeah probably," I said, although I didn't know if I was telling the truth by saying that. This conversation with Miranda felt terrible. I was lying the whole time, I had to pretend that I didn't cheat on her and the whole time I was reminded over and over again that I was becoming a dad. "Okay bye," I said quickly. "Yeah, bye parrot," Miranda said. "I love you." She absolutely wouldn't have said that, if she knew that I cheated on her. Now, I really couldn't stand this conversation anymore, so I quickly clicked 'finish this conversation' and looked at the screen. 9:45. We talked nine minutes and 45 seconds. Less than ten minutes. We didn't even talk ten minutes. And yesterday we didn't even talk at all. I'm spending so few time with Miranda, she should hate me. After this conversation with Miranda I felt desperate. I felt even more desperate then before she called me. I told Miranda a few more lies which I regretted the most, because I felt terrible about it. Another reason why I felt desperate was that I started not wanting to become a dad again. I thought I would be a bad dad because I wasn't even faithful to the mother of my children. I didn't know what to do. Again, I felt absolutely terrible. I turned on the stereo to listen some music. Maybe that would belt me to clear my head. But it didn't work. All I was thinking of was what terrible boyfriend I was and what terrible father I wad going to be. I lit a cigarette. That worked out a little better. The next minutes I sat there still thinking of all my terrible problems, but because I was smoking I felt a tiny bit better. Now that I was smoking I suddenly knew what I needed: I needed alcohol. 'No, that's a bad idea,' the voice in my head said. "Shut up," I said loudly. I really needed alcohol. I didn't want to think  any of my problems right now. I didn't want to be reminded that I lied to Miranda very often now. I didn't want to be reminded of these terrible unwanted babies. I didn't want to reminded that I cheated in Miranda. I didn't want to be reminded of that I wasn't able to be at the at the birth of my own children. I didn't want to be reminded that Miranda would hate my if she knew all that. I didn't want to be reminded of anything. And I knew that could only happen if I drank some alcohol. So I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge although the voice in my head still told me that it was a bad idea. I wasn't listening to it. I took out a bottle of beer and drank it up in less than five minutes. After that I felt a little better. But I was still thinking about my problems, so I drank another bottle. I drank more and more till I wasn't thinking of any of my problems anymore. I had drunken four and a half bottles of beer. Like yesterday, I was terribly drunk. I sat at the table of the kitchen and looked at the wall in front of me. Every thing was blurred. On the wall I was looking at was usually the clock. But I couldn't tell what timely it was, the clock was way too blurred. I felt also felt very dizzy. But after I had drunken that much alcohol I felt extremely happy. I has forgotten about all my problems and I wasn't worrying about anything. In this moment my life seemed to be perfect. But suddenly my drunken self wanted to have sex. It wanted to meet Ella. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So this is Chapter 41. I hope you enjoyed it. I will pobably post the next chapter in a week. Till then enjoy your week :)

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Chapter 40

So here is the next chapter. It's actually one of my favorite chapters. ;)

Bruno's POV 'Well at least we used a condom, and she won't get pregnant,' I thought, while I wrapped a tissue around the condom. I got out of the car again, went into the house and depolluted the condom. When I was in the house again, the idea of just staying at home and telling everyone, I was ill, like I always did when I was in high school, popped up in my head again. But I dismissed this idea. I decided to ignored this inexcusable accident. Miranda wasn't allowed to get to know about it, and I swore to my self that she won't. It wasn't allowed to happen ever again and I promised myself that it won't. To prevent everyone, especially Miranda, from becoming suspicious that something happened last night, I had to go to rehearsal and pretend nothing happened. After I swore to myself that it won't happen ever again I felt a little better. I looked at my watch. After all this little interruptions (nearly forgetting my hat, slipping over tripped over my own shoelaces because I forgot to tie my shoes and finding a condom in my car) I really had to hurry up. After I had closed the garage with remote control, I started the car, trying to suppress a yawn. Damn, what time had I fallenasleep yesterday? I was tired as hell. I drove down the gateway and then turned to the main street. But I didn't really concentrate on driving. All I was thinking of was, why I cheated on Miranda. I figured out that I sort of lied to her. Shaun had told me that I wasn't able to be at the birth if our children. I'm a really bad boyfriend, and I'll be a very bad father. I mean I lied to my girlfriend and I can't even be at the birth of my children. If I keep being that busy, I won't even be able to attend their birthday parties, not to mention, I probably won't be able to spend enough time with them. And I lied to Miranda. I'm such a bad boyfriend. Now I also cheated on her. She'll had me, if she finds out about that. But she won't find out about me cheating on her. But I'll have to tell her that I'll only be able to attend the birth, if there'll be a miracle. But I can't tell her. It will break her heart that I won't be at the birth. "HEY!" Someone suddenly shouted. "Hey, you took my right of way!" I looked into the direction where the about came from. There was a man that wore a black suit, sitting in his car that he apparently just had stopped. He had opened the window of his car and was staring angrily at me. F*ck, while I was thinking about all my relationship/children problems, I didn't concentrate on the travel so that I didn't see the man. "What have you been thinking when you did that? That could have caused an accident! Aren't you looking at the street while you're driving...?" he went on. While he said some more angry things, I muttered to myself: "F*ck!" and stopped the car   Then I put on a polite face and said to the man: "I'm so sorry, I'm in a hurry, you know..." Then I quickly started the car again and drove on, so that the man couldn't answer anything mean. I decided to concentrate on driving now and not to think of any of my problems. (Didn't I actually decide to ignore that cheating-accident? Worked out pretty bad till now.) To prevent me from thinking of my problems, I turned on the radio. I drove on. 5 minutes later I held at a taffic light that was lighting red. Not thinking about my problems anymore actually worked out pretty well so far. Well... I actually didn't want to think about them, so not doing it wasn't really a problem. While I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I put my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes. I was still very tired. A few moments later, some really loud. noises of horns woke me up. F*ck, I had fallen asleep for a few seconds. "Why don't you drive on? The traffic light has turned green. You hinder the whole traffic!" a manly voice behind me shouted. I turned around. Behind my car where at least five cars waiting in the line behind the traffic light. I felt that I turned red. "Ehm, sorry gentlemen... I think I forgot to pay attention to the traffic light... This happens to the best of us, am I right?" I said embarrassed. Apparently the guy in the cat behind me, didn't agree with me, he shook his head angrily. So I quickly drove on. 15 minutes later I finally arrived at the studio without any other incidents (Well, except for that I forgot to turn left at the Hollywood Boulevard so that I had to take a detour). I entered the building of the studio. In the hallway I looked at my watch. I was about 15 minutes late, although I really had tried to hurry up. I yawned. I was still terribly tired. I took out my pack of cigarettes and lit one. While I did that I heard someone walking next to me, probably Ryan. Without looking up, I said: "Hi Ryan, bring me a coffee." I really needed a coffee. "I'm not Ryan," Phil's voice said. I looked up, and turned red for the second time today. "Oh, hi Phil... Ehm... where's Ryan?" "He's in the studio with rhe rest of the band," Phil answered. "Thanks," I said. Then me and Phil entered the studio. Right after I entered it, Brandon approached me. "Bruno! You're finally here. Where have you been? You're-" he looked at his watch. "You're 19 minutes late!" "Yeah, ehm... traffic, you know," I answered. Traffic is always  a good excuse. Of course I wasn't gonna tell Brandon that I went to a club last night and cheated on.... Wait... me cheating?... 'Oh, of course, Bru we decided to ignore it,' I thought. Anyway... "Big traffic jam at the Hollywood Freeway. It must have took me at least 20 minutes until I passed it," I lied. Brandon frowned his brow. "Are you sure? I've been there this morning on my way here and I didn't see that jam." "Well... I guess, you're a lucky guy then. You were there probably too early to experience it," I said, faking a smile. Before Brandon could ask any further questions, I quickly shouted: "Ryan, where's my coffee?" "You'll get it right away, boss," Ryan said immediately and left the room. When he passed me he said to me: "You look absolutely exhausted, Brunz. Did you go to a club last night?" "No" I said quickly. "I just had... ehm... a nightmare... Yeah, that's it. That's why I didn't get much sleep last night, you know." "Aha," Ryan just answered. Then he fetched want on my coffee. When Ryan was gone, I looked around. In front of me was my whole band standing. Everybody especially Eric, looked worried. They probably thought, I looked 'absolutely exhausted'. So, I said, before anyone of them could ask any questions about me looking exhausted, I said: "I think we should immediately start rehearsing, because we already lost some time because of me being late." So we all went to the stage and started rehearsing. While we rehearsed my song 'Natalie' , Eric suddenly said: "Bruno, what are you singing? That aren't the lyrics ti that song. That are the lyrics of 'Just The Way You are'!" I turned red for the third time today. "Really? Ehm... yeah, I just wanted to try out something new, and I wanted to surprise ya'll about it. Surprise!" Although I had already drunken two cups of coffee, Ryan brought me, I was still very tired. While we were rehearsing I always thought of Miranda, the babies and this cheating-problem. During the rehearsal it was really hard for me not to thing about it. But I tried... very hard. Because I was almost the whole time thinking about my problems, I didn't sing and dance as well as usually. I didn't hit some notes and once I nearly tripped over my own foot while dancing. I think the whole band noticed that something was strange about be today. And I think especially Eric started to worry about it. _____________________________________ After rehearsal me and the band had lunch in some sandwich shop. I actually wanted to drive home after rehearsal but I figured out that it would be better to go with them, if I wanted them to believe that I didn't have any personal problems. Aside then telling the waiter my order, I didn't speak much during the lunch.  Most of the time I just stared at my plate and answered all questions I was asked by my band by saying either 'no' or 'yes'. I wasn't reallylistening to my band but I pretended to be listening ro them. The truth was I was that I was just thinking about this cheating problem (that I actually wanted to ignore.) I think they've been talking about football or something. "So Bruno, what's your opinion about that?" Eric asked. I didn't really know what he was talking about, but because I was pretending to be listening the whole time, I couldn't just ask what he was talking about. "Ehm... I agree with you, Eric," I answered, hoping this answer was enough. "So you think that smoking should be forbidden in the studio?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Sh*t, did I really say that?'. "Ehm... no, of course I don't think that it should be forbidden to smoke in the studio. How did you get that idea?" I asked confused. "Well... I just said, smoking at the studio shouldn't be allowed. Then I asked you what your opinion was about and you answered you would agree with me," Eric explained. I felt that I turned red. For the forth time today. "Oh, no you must have misheard that. I said: 'I don't agree with you," I lied. "Aha. Did anyone heard Bruno saying 'I don't agree with you'? I'm pretty sure he said he agreed with me," Eric asked the band. Everybody shook his head. "Well... I guess you all have a poor sense of hearing then, which by the way is pretty bad if you are a member of a band," I said angrily to everybody. Then I added, talking to Eric: "Why do you even asked if you already know my opinion?" "I knew you weren't listening, Bruno," Eric answered. This was bad, apparently Eric started to worry about me. Joining my band having lunch, absolutely didn't help to prevent them from worrying about me. "I was listening! I think you're the one that wasn't listening," I said, still speaking in a angry voice. Eric shook his head, putting on a disbelieving face. "Anyway, I think smoking in the studio is very annoying..." I continued eating and thinking about the cheating-accident. I didn't listen anymore to what Eric or the rest of the band was saying. "Bruno-" I started to listen again, after I heard Eric saying my name. "Didn't you think, that was funny?" Eric said five minutes later. "Oh... ehm... hahaha," I said and faked a smile. I didn't really know what I pretended to be laughing at.  After lunch I didn't have any appointments that day, so I wanted to drive home. But when I was sitting in my car and was about to start it and drive home. But suddenly Eric approached my car. "Hey, Bruno," he said. I opened the window. "What's up?" I said, trying to let my voice sound as friendly as possible, and faking a smile. But I think I sounded more like I wanted to kill Eric that like a friendly guy that talks to his brother. I was in a terrible mood.  "Should I give you a ride home?" Eric answered. Unlike me he spoke in a polite voice. "No," I said unfriendly and angrily. This time around I didn't make effort to sound friendly. "I think I can drive pretty well myself." Eric probably wanted to talk to me alone and ask me whether I have some 'personal problems.' I absolutely didn't want to talk to him right now. "But-," Eric began. Before he could go on, I started it and drove quickly away. I was so angry with Eric that annoying guy that tries to butt in my personal life. Unlike the ride to the studio, the ride home happened to be without any embarrassing accidents. Now I wasn't that tired anymore, I was just in very bad mood. After I returned home I fed Geronimo. Then I lied down on the couch and had a nap. Although I wasn't as tierd as this morning anymore I was still tired. I slept for the next two hours. And I had a very strange and bad dream: Ella told Miranda that I had sex with her, then Miranda and two little kids were really mad at me. Miranda raised the two children alone. The children hated me. They said I was a bad Dad because I wasn't at their birth and because I cheated on their mother. When I woke up I realized that I was just a dream. I was very happy that it was just a dream. But I was very shocked and frustrated about thw dream. What if the dream comes true? I got up and drank some water. Then I took Geronimo out for a walk. I was nice whether but I couldn't enjoy it. The whole time I thought about the dream. I was very afraid of that it would come true. When returned home it was 7 p.m. usually I would call Miranda now Although I had a bad feeling about calling her, I took out my phone, because one little part of me wanted to talk to her.  But at first just read some text messages that she send me in the last hours and that I didn't read yet. One text message was: 'Presley is making up some weird games for the baby shower. The only good game she made up, is: watching baby photos of certain relatives and guessing who it is. I mean... I'd love to see some baby photos of you parrot ;) I miss you M Another was: 'I miss you so much, Parrot. :( I love you. M' I sighed. Would she still love me if she knew that I cheated on her? Probably not. Then I was about to dial her number, but now I had an even worse feeling about calling Miranda. I didn't dial her number, because I couldn't call her. Instead I put my phone back into my back pocket, although there was a part of me that needed to talk to her and hear her voice.  I just couldn't talk to her. I mean had lied to her and I had just cheated on her. If she knew all that she would hate me. I was such a bad boyfriend. I turned on the TV, to force myself to think about some other things. But it didn't work out pretty well. All I was. thinking of was what a bad boyfriend I was and what a bad dad I'll be. I won't have enough time for them, I won't be able to be at their birth. Suddenly, about half an hour later, my phone was ringing. I looked at the caller ID. 'My beautiful girl is calling you' was written on the screen. Miranda was calling me.

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I will post the next chapter in a week, that's next Monday, but I probably will be able to post more often again soon, because in a week we'll have vacation at school, so I wont be busy at all then.

Enjoy your week until I post the next chapter. :-)

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Chapter 39

Bruno's POV I hadn't seen her in months. The last time we had sex her was in last year's October. But my drunken self missed her. "Hey," I heard my drunken self saying. My drunken self looked down Ella's body. She wore a very short red dress, that didn't cover her whole butt. It also had a plunging neckline, which revealed her perfect boobs. The dress was very skinny, so that it showed off  her perfect curves. Besides the red dress she wore very high high heels accentuated her long legs. My drunken self found her absolutely sexy. It totally forgot that it had a way more beautiful girlfriend. After my drunken self saw this  beautiful woman, the only thing it wanted to was to f*ck her. "I missed you, Mr. Mars," Ella said. "I missed you too, girl," I answered in a drunken voice. "Really?! If you would have wanted to meet you could have always come here," Ella said. "Well, I was kinda  busy," I answered. I looked her deep in the eye, then I moved my head closer to hers whispered into her ear in a sexy voice: "But right now, I just wanna lay you down." "Okay, Mr. Mars. Everything you wish," Ella said, grinning. "Alright, follow me b*tch," my drunk said. Then I walked on my shaky legs to the door and then to the parking lot of the club. It was a little hard, because I felt very dizzy. But I think, Ella noticed that I was obviously very drunk, so she took my hand and guided me. For next minutes we were straying about the parking lot, because my drunken self couldn't find his car. When I finally found it, I took place on the driver's seat. But Ella didn't get into the car. "Come in what are you waiting for, girl? We have to hurry up, cuz I can't wait to see ya all naked," I said in a drunken voice. "Yeah," Ella said and grinned. "But maybe it would be better, if I drove the car. You seem to have drunken a little too much," she added after she grinned. I took place on the passengers seat, while Ella took place on the driver's seat. Her sitting next to me turned my drunken self even more hornier. "Or we could just f*ck in this car," I heard my drunken self saying. Why did I say that? Why. Did. I Say. That?! Ella grinned. "One of your fantastic ideas, Mr. Mars," she said. I smiled. "Okay, let's f*ck," I said in a dirty voice. But I'm sure, I wasn't drunk, I would never said that sentence to someone else besides Miranda! I couldn't believe I was talking to Ella like that. Ella giggled, which caused my drunk self to smile. She always reacted the way I wanted to. That's one of the things I liked about her, when we used to f*ck once in a while. Ella pointed at the rear bench seat. "Lay down there," she said. Then she whispered into my ear: "If you lay down there, Imma make you have a night you won't forget." She put on a sexy grin and looked me right in the eye. If I wouldn't have been drunk I would have found it absolutely disgusting, but my drunken self, was getting been more excited and horny by hearing it.  "Yeah," I whispered. I climbed over to the rear bench seat and laid down there. "I'm ready," I said and put on a dirty grin. "Are you sure?" Ella asked, blinking at me. "Aww, you're such a tease. Of course am ready for it," I screamed in a drunken voice. "Come on, I'm getting impatient." Ella's smile was getting even bigger. She climbed over to me, laid down on my body. Then she kissed me. It was a weird kiss. It wasn't anything like the kisses me and Miranda shared. It felt strange. Ella kissed me in a completely different way than Miranda always did. If wouldn't have been drunk, I would have never enjoyed this kiss. But my drunken self enjoyed it. It made it be even more horny. "Okay, get undressed, b*tch," I heard my voice saying. "I'd love to, Mr. Mars," Ella answered. That was something I had loved about Ella. She did everything I told her to do, she always obeyed. It was almost like she was my servant. Ella got up. Then she slowly took off her red dress, revealing her perfect body. She was now only wearing her underwear and her high heels. I couldn't tell which colour her underwear was. And I don't really know the reason for it: It was either because I was terribly drunk, or because it was too dark. Although it was pretty dark in the car, I could see that body hadn't changed at all. It was as perfect as it used to be. Ella moved her arms over her body in a very sexy way. It got me even more excited then I already was. She moved her arms over to the fastener of her bra, opened it and threw the bra away. My drunken self stared at her perfect boobs, while she took of her panties. "Okay, let's start," Ella whispered. "Yeah," I answered. Once more: Why the f*ck did I agree?! Ella smiled. She bent down and undid the fly of ny pants. She pulled them down and did the sane with my boxers. Then she kneed down behind my feet. After that she looked me right I'm the eye and licked her own lip. My drunken self found it sexy as hell. "Ready?" she whispered. I nodded, putting on a knowing grin. She leaned down, put my dick into her mouth and sucked it hard. It causedmy drunken self to moan really loud. (I wonder why no one heard us.) "Uh, yes," my drunken self managed to say. "Want more?" Ella asked with a dirty smile. "Yeah," I moaned. Why the beck didn't I say 'no'? I have a girlfriend! "Okay," Ella said and continued her blowjob for a few wonderful - no, disgusting  - moments. Then she placed her arms on my shirt and unbuttoned it quickly. After that she quickly ran her tongue over my naked chest. While she was doing that her wonderful, long, soft hair touched my skin. When she reached my dick again she licked and kissed my thigh. "Suck it again," I said in a moaning voice. Ella grinned. She obeyed and sucked my dick for other few disgusting seconds that my drunken self for some reason enjoyed. "Okay, I think your turn now to make me happy," Ella said smiling. "But I think we need this." She took off her high heels that she was still wearing. Out of one shoe she took a condom. Why was she hiding condoms in her shoes?... Oh right, she's a h*e! She leaned down again and put the condom quickly on my dick. That was probably the only good part about this night that we used a condom. I think I would have nearly considered suicide, if I would be becoming the dad of another baby. Ella pushed my body softly away. Then she laid down on the rear bench seat. "Okay, show me how to make a girl f*cking happy," she whispered "Okay, the gorilla is gonna do  something you won't ever forget, b*tch," my drunken self answered and sat down between her legs. Ella giggled. "Okay, now I'm curious," she said and put her legs in the air, revealing her wet pu$$y "You should be," I answered and started to move my fingers over her pu$$y. Why was I fingering her? I can't believe, I did that. Ella moaned softly. My drunken self loved it. I grinned, showed her my long tongue. Then I placed it on her wet pussy and licked it and kissed it. Why was I even kissing her most intimate zone? Ella seemed to love it, which my drunken self pleased. While I ran my hot tongue over her pu$$y, my hungry hands squeezed her wonderful, big boobs and petted her hard nipples. Ella also seemed to enjoy this. "Okay, I think I wanna f*ck you right now, b*tch," I whispered. The next thing I did was, putting my dick into her pu$$y. Then I f*cked her hard. While it did that my drunken self had completely forgotten that it had a girlfriend. Right now, Miranda never ever excited ti my drunken self. "Uh... yes... yeah... ah," Ella moaned loudly. "Don't stop." My drunken self really enjoyed f*cking her. It though it had never had that much fun in weeks, although it f*cked Miranda, its girlfriend a few days ago, which it enjoyed much more. "I think, I'll never stop," my drunken self screamed. "Great," Ella moaned. A few wonderful/disgusting moments later, she screamed: "Uh, please slap me, Baby!" I slapped her wonderful butt, which caused her to smile even bigger. If I wouldn't have been that drunk, I would gave complained about another woman besides Miranda, my girlfriend, calling me 'Baby'. (Apart from that, I would have never gotten into this situation.) But my drunken self didn't care that she called me baby. The next hour we had very passionate sex. We nearly f*cked our brains out. We screaming and moaning very loud, it's a miracle that no one saw or heard us. _____________________________________ March 21th 2013 The next day, I woke up laying on the floor of the hallway in my house. I scratched my head. It hurt really badly. 'Didn't I go to club. Oh, dammit, I must have drunken a whole barrel,' I thought. I looked down my body and noticed that I was still wearing the clothes that I wore yesterday. But I was wearing my shirt inside out.  I thought: 'Why am I wearing it inside out? Did I take it off last night? Have I been naked for for some reason?' I put on a shocked face. I remembered something. I met Ella. She's some girl that I used to f*ck really often. We went to my car. Did we really have sex there? My mind told that I had sex last night. I couldn't believe it. Did I really had sex with Ella while I actually had a girlfriend? I remembered feeling very happy last night, feeling satisfied. I must have had sex, but I hoped it wasn't true that we had sex. While I got up, I asked myself how I ended up sleeping in the hallway. I remembered that Ella took me home in my car, because I was too drunk. I think after that she called a cab, which took her home. Apparently she still remembered my address. Some part of ne liked the fact that Ella knew my address. "No, Bru. Pull yourself together. You have a girlfriend that you love," I said loudly to myself. After she brought me home I must have fallen asleep in the hallway. 'Damn, I was have been very  drunk,' I thought. When I got up, I realized that I felt very dizzy. And hangoverish. And tierd. And I had a headache. Or all summed up: I felt terrible. I took out my phone and checked the time. 9.39 p.m. 'If I hurry up, I could still make it on time to the studio,' I thought, although I wasn't really in the mood to go to the studio. All I wanted to do was to lay down in my bed and sleep, because I felt extremely tired. And I could have really found a good use of a miracle cure to kill this horrible headache, I woke up with. But a voice in my head told me that it wss better to hurry up and go to rehearsal now. Brandon, Ryan or anyone would probably start to worry about me if I didn't go. And what happened thesat time, Brandon worried about me? He let Ryan and Eric babysit me. I absolutely didn't want that to happen again. When I looked at the screen of my phone, I also saw a note that I had received 23 new text messages. Some of them were probably from Miranda. One part of me was dying to read them, but I didn't want Ryan, Eric or anyone to worry about me. Therefore I had to hurry up. So I decided not to read her text messages, although it was very difficult for me.   I walked a few steps trough the hallway. After every step I did, I felt I would keel over. But I went to the bathroom anyway and took a quick cold shower to wake up my body (which didn't really work out. I was still tired as hell.) Then I put on some clean clothes. After that I went to the kitchen and had a one-minute-breakfast that consisted of a banana and a dry, non-toasted slice of toast with nothing on it. Then I hecticly searched the key for my car, until I realized that it was in my back pocket. I yawned. 'No, we don't have time for coffee now,' I thought, while I looked at my watch again. Then I ran down my frontyard to the garage, until I realized that I had forgotten to unlock the front door. I went back to the front door, unlocked it and went back to the garage. After I got into the car, I sighed. Usually Ryan didn't take me rehearsals. But right now, I wished me would do it. Right now, I was way too tired to drive a car. I wished Ryan would be here and drive the car. 'Or maybe it's better that Ryan isn't here,' I thought, after I saw something red laying on the rear back seat. I climbed over to the to the rear back seat and picket it up. It was a condom. A used condom. That was the prove that me and Ella had sex in this car last night. This was  bad. Very bad. I cheated on my girlfriend. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So here is finally a new chapter for this story. I'm so sorry that I didn't post anything for weeks but I was very busy at school and didnt have enough time to write. I hope understand that.

I promise I will post more often again now, and I promise that I wont post the next chapter later than in a week. I'll try to post it already on thursday. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and Ill say it again, Im very sorry that you .

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Excuse to the readers of my story

I want to tell you that Im very sorry that I didn't post anything in the past weeks and I also wanna tell you why I did that.

Unfortuantely I have a lot going on at school at the moment. Next week I have three tests and I also have to do a presentation next week. So I'm very busy with school and dont have much time to write anything at the moment.

Three weeks ago the summer holiday ended and school started again. Since then Im visiting a new school that is a little bit harder than my old school. So I had to get used to that and I had to get used to going to school in gerneral after the long summer vacation (I think you all know that problem ;). That's why I didnt have much time to write anything in the past weeks.

But I think after next week, and after all these tests (including this French test that I'm NOT looking forward to ;)) Ill finally have time to write again. The next three chapters of this story are also already finished, but I couldn't publish them before I finished some more chapters. So you can be sure that I'll be posting again soon. :)

I hope you all unterstand my reasons for not posting anything in the past weeks. And I want you to know, that I'm very sorry about it. I very sorry that you have to wait so long and that you might have worried that I wont update my story ever again. Don't worry that wont happen, I'll be posting again soon.

I promise that Ill post the next chapter soon!

[ineedyou-ff]

Chapter 38

Bruno's POV I answered the phone. "Hello Shaun,' I said. "Hi Bruno," Shaun answered. "So, I've checked the schedule for the next year..." "Yeah," I said. Right now I was very nervous and stressed. I really wanted to be able to be at the birth of my children. Me being able to be there, would have meant that I didn't lie to Miranda. I didn't know how to tell Miranda that I couldn't attend the birth. I knew, she would have felt terrible about it. "I'm sorry Bruno, really sorry," Shaun started. 'No',' I thought. 'No, he wasn't about to tell me that I wouldn't be able to cancel or postpone some concerts. "There's no way for you to cancel or postpone your concerts." No, no, no! That was terrible. This was exactly what I feared the most. "Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't believe it. No, I didn't want to believe it. "Yes, I am," Shaun said. "I think, your fans would be very angry with you if you canceled your concerts. And about postponing... You could postpone them for about a year later, but I think then your fans would angry too." "Hmmm," I said. "That's bad." "Yeah, I totally understand you, Bruno. If I was going to be a dad, I also wanted to be present at the birth. But I absolutely find no way for you to cancel or postpone some concerts," Shaun said. I just nodded. I didn't know what to say. After a long pause of speaking, Shaun spoke again. He said: "Bruno, I thinks it's possible that your kids are born after or before the tour," Shaun said. "In that case, you could be at their birth." "Yeah," I said. "They actually should be born in November. But because their twins it's very likely that it will be a preterm birth. So, they could also be born before the tour," I said. I really hope that, the things I was saying were true.  "Yeah," Shaun said. "I'll have to hang up the phone now. But I just wanna repeat that I'm very sorry." "Yeah," I said. "Bye, Bruno," Shaun said. "We'll probably meet again soon." "Yeah, bye," I answered. Then I hang up the phone. Right now I felt really bad. I didn't know what to do. If I were a good boyfriend, I would have told Miranda now that I couldn't be at the birth. But I wasn't a good boyfriend right now. I couldn't tell her. I know how important it was for her to have me at the birth. If I told her she would know that I lied to her again. And I promised that I would never lie to her again. She would hate her if I told her, if I told her that I didn't tell the truth, when I said I would be able to be at the birth. But did I actually lie to her? Didn't I say I would probably be able to be at the birth. Probably doesn't mean something really will happen, it means it probably will happen. Anyway, Miranda now thought that I was able to attend the birth and I just couldn't tell her that it wasn't the truth. I didn't know what to do. But I knew that I couldn't call Miranda right now and tell her that I won't attend the birth of pur children. I decided to call her the next day. 'Yeah, tomorrow, I'll be in a better mood. Then I can call her,' I thought. I turned on the TV to take my mind off this problem. But I couldn't really concentrate. All I was thinking of was Miranda and our children. I didn't really watch TV, I actually didn't even know what I was watching. I took out a my pack of cigarettes and lit one. After I smoked two cigarettes, I desired to  drink alcohol. Right now, I only wanted to forget about this problem about me not being at the birth. I thought alcohol would help me to forget it. I looked at my watch. It was 11.30 p.m. I actually promised to call Miranda now. (In Hawaiian time it wasn't that late.) I said I would call her before nine o'clock, but right now I couldn't talk to her. I put on a hat and left my house. Then I got into the car and drove to a club in Beverly Hills. I've been very often in that club, when I was still single. It's  small, unpopular club where very rarely paparazzi show up. That's why I liked that club. Since I'm together with Miranda, I've not been to any club, except for when I was in Paris. But right now, I really needed some alcohol to forget about this conversation with Shaun. I entered the club and went straight to the bar and ordered a drink. While I was drinking it, I always thought 'I lied to my girlfriend, I lied to my girlfriend...' After I drank it up I still had this thought in my mind. So I immediately ordered another drink. After I drank up the second drink, I thought 'I'm a terrible boyfriend, I'm a terrible boyfriend. I ordered a third drink. After I drank up the third drink, I thought 'Miranda will hate me'. I ordered another drink. The waiter looked at me with a worried glance, but I payed no attention to him. He mumbled something that included "don't drink too much", but I wasn't listening to him. The next 30 minutes I sat at the bar, drinking, another every three minutes until I wasn't thinking of anything related to Miranda or our children anymore. The waiter seemed to get even worrieder every minute, but I didn't care. I was terribly drunk. I got up and scanned the club. It was 0.30 a.m. and there were a lot of people present... including a lot of girls. For some reason I was very about glad about that, although I had a girlfriend. I wasn't thinking about my girlfriend, while I moved towards some girls, that seemed very pleased to see me. I didn't care that I had actually a girlfriend, while I threw flirty glances at them. My drunk self seemed to have forgotten that it had a girlfriend. It only wanted to meet some beautiful girls. I was terribly drunk. I felt like I saw double and I felt very dizzy. It was very difficult to walk. But I made my way to the girls anyway. "Hey, ladies," I heard my drunk self saying, when I stood in front of some chicks. If I wouldn't have been drunk I would have found Miranda way more beautiful than them, but right now, my drunk self didn't care. It just wanted to talk to some beautiful girls. "Hey, Mr. Mars," I heard a familiar voice saying. Flashback September 2012 No one's POV "My place or yours?" Bruno asked, as he was looking hungrily at Ella's neckline. It revealed her perfect boobs... Fortunately Bruno already had the pleasure to see them naked a few times. He's just finished his session at the studio. He was finally in the final process of finishing his album. It will probably be finished in less than two weeks. After today's session he drove to this club, drank few drinks and met Ella. "Yours as always," Ella said. "Okay," Bruno said. He took her hand and wanted to guide her to his car. "Don't you want to buy me a drink?" Ella asked. "No," Bruno said. "I think we should get down to action as soon as possible." After he said that he blinked at her. Ella giggled. "You're absolutely no gentleman." "I know," Bruno said, squeezing her semi-covered butt. She was wearing some very short dress. "Come on." They got into the car and drove to Bruno's mansion. The ride to his mansion was silent and quick. Ella and Bruno never talked much. When they met they only had sex. Bruno unlocked the door of his mansion and they entered. Ella had been here quite often in the last weeks. It was a nice house. But Ella was used to houses like this. Not because she's very rich, she's just already been to a few celebrity houses. She's already had sex with some celebrities and rich guys in their houses. She had a lot of fun doing it. She like the feeling of  these guys finding her attractive and sexy. She knew she was pretty good-looking and she found a pretty good use for it. The guys she had sex with usually also paid her a lot of money for it. But Bruno was different. She didn't ask  him to pay her and he didn't do it. She f*cked him for free. Ella didn't really know why she did it. She just liked to be with him. He was very charming and funny. But Ella didn't want to be his girlfriend, she knew Bruno only wanted to have sex. Also she thought could never be faithful anyway.  Bruno and Ella went to his bedroom. Bruno sat down on his bed. "Okay, get undressed," Bruno said, following every move she did with his hungry eyes. Ella took off her dress and her underwear in a sexual way. Bruno liked to watch her striptease, she was very good at it. She was also very good at sex and she had an awesome body. But apart from that Bruno didn't like her more than other girls. She was a h*e and she probably f*cked a lot of other guys, but he liked to hook up with her and have sex with her anyway. And having sex was the only thing they did when they met up. Bruno only met up with her because of her qualities at having sex. They met first two months ago and since then they already had sex for about ten times. At the moment Bruno was working on his second album and sometimes he just needed to have sex. If so he went to the club, where he always met Ella. She was probably there everyday, Bruno didn't know where she lived, he always met her in that club. Although they met up pretty often, Bruno wouldn't consider Ella as his girlfriend or even as a friend of his. She was just some chick that he could f*ck every time he wanted to. Bruno used to have a lot of one-night-stands with other girls that he never saw again, when he wanted to have sex, but Ella was different. She was a very (k) good f*ck and she was one of the few girls that he met up with several times just to have sex. Now Ella stood in front of Bruno wearing absolutely nothing. Bruno bit his lip. Her body was perfect . Bruno wouldn't change anything about it, even if he could. Her boobs had the perfect size, they were pretty big, but they weren't too big. She had a slim belly and a beautiful waist. Her legs were long and slim. Her perfect body was completed by a perfect, big butt and beautiful curves. She had a beautiful face with full, red lips. Her long, brown, silk hairwas hanging down her head, covering her breasts. The wavy, chocolate brown hanks reached a spot little over her belly button. She looked absolutely stunning. "Come on, girl," Bruno said. "Let me taste ya." "Are you getting horny, Mr. Mars?" Ella said, faking a giggle. "I'm always horny, you know that," Bruno answered grinning. "Come here. What are you waiting for, girl? I'm getting impatient. I wanna see ya boobs and ya pu$$y." Ella smiled in a sexy way. Then she threw back her hair in a lasciviously, which revealed her boobs. After that she laid down next to Bruno on is bed. While she went to his bed she was shaking her a$$ a little bit. All that got Bruno even more horny. "Oh yeah," Bruno said. He laid down too, placed his lips on Ella's soft skin and ran them down her body to her pu$$y. Then he licked it, which caused Ella to moan softly. After that Bruno whispered: "Alright, let's do it." With a grin he pointed at the fly of his jeans. "Will you...?" Ella smiled, then she undid it and took off Bruno's jeans. _____________________________________ Half an hour later Bruno guided Ella to the front door. "I'd be glad if we repeated this soon," Bruno said with a grin. "Yeah, I'd love to. You know where to find me," she answered blinking at him. Before Bruno closed the front door he watched Ella going down his frontyard. While she did that she was shaking her a$$ a little bit which was pretty sexy. _____________________________________ After this night Bruno and Ella met up a few times. When they met they didn't do anything else than having sex but they had a lot of fun. Flashback's end Bruno's POV Now she was here again. She stood right in front of me and I was looking right into her eyes. Ella was here. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Did you enjoy this chapter? I hope so ;)

I am very sorry that you had to wait so long for this chapter. Unfortuantely you'll probably also have to wait that long for the next chapter, because I'm pretty busy at the moment. I will post the next chapter in a week.

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Chapter 37

Miranda's POV I felt very relieved after Bruno had told me that he probably would be able to be present at the birth of our children. I couldn't imagine how and it would be, if he wouldn't be at their birth. But now, I knew that this probably wouldn't going to happen. Bruno was probably gonna be at their birth. "That's great!" I answered. "Yeah," Bruno said, putting on a weird looking smile. "It's great," he added a few seconds later. The next few seconds Bruno and I looked at each other, smiling at each other. Neither I nor Bruno said anything. I didn't say anything because I wanted Bruno to say something. I expected him to say something about the phone call he just did. A few seconds later, he finally said: "So, what are we gonna do next?" I wanted to suggest going to the beach, but then, one second after I had opened my mouth, Bruno's phone made a noise. It sounded like a lot of applauding and cheering people. "Is that your ringtone?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn't remember him having this ringtone. "Ehm... yeah," Bruno answered. "That's my new text message ringtone. Last night, when you explained to me how to use Skype, you mentioned something about diffrent ringtones. Because of that I wanted to try to change my ringtone. So you kinda encouraged me to do it." "Aha," I said. I felt really happy that I had encouraged him I'm doing something. "It's a cool ringtone, isn't it? Every time I receive a text message they're applauding for me," Bruno said. "Ehm... yeah, because you can't have enough applause in your life, am I right?" I answered. "Exactly," Bruno said. "So, I've just received a text message," he added as if he thought he didn't made it clear enough that he had received a text message. He took out his phone and looked at the screen. "Oh, it's from Presley," he said, reading the text message. "I totally forgot to tell you! Her and Tahiti want to organize the baby shower. So it probably will be a baby shower with awful cakes that Presley baked." "Hmm," I made. "Presley and Thaiti can organize my baby shower, but I'll tell Presley that we'll buy  some cakes and that she shouldn't bake some." "You don't know Presley. She'll do it anyway," Bruno said, grinning. "Okay, but i hope, me and my guests will survive it," I answered. "Yeah, I hope so too," Bruno answered. "She wrote 'Bru, I'm creating a cake made of baby food, for the baby shower. And we'll need balloons with 'Miranda - mum to be' written in them. By the way, I need Miranda's phone number.' What should I answer?" "Well since I let them organize the baby shower, you should send her my number," I said. "Okay," answered Bruno. Then he typed something in his phone. "I'll write 'Pres, shut up, it's in six months from now. Miranda's number is -' What was it again?" I told him my cell phone number. After Bruno send the text message, we decided to go out for a walk on the beach before we go to the airport. We took my dogs, Luna and Bella with us. After we left my apartment, we passed Mrs. Hawkins, my annoying neighbor, again."Ah, your weird, indecent boyfriend, is leaving now?" she said, pointing at Bruno's suitcase. "Ehm... yes," I answered a little angry. I was a little mad at her because she had called Bruno indecent. After we left the apartment house, I said: "I'm sorry about that. She should have called you indecent. But she's always a little rude." "Oh, it's okay," Bruno answered. "I'm used to annoying neighbors. You should see my neighbor, Mr. Fisher. Or maybe you shouldn't. He's really unfriendly. Always complaining about everything... But I wonder why that old lady just called me indecent." "I don't know, maybe because of your messy, way too big afro," I said. Since I had cut  off his afro  before Christmas, it regrew a lot. "You think my 'fro is way too big?" Bruno asked a little angrily. "No, of course not," I answered quickly. "I love it, like I love everything about your self. I just think that Mrs Hawkins might think, it's way too big." "That was a narrow escape," Bruno answered, grinning. _____________________________________ It was a sunny day. Ten minutes later, after we drove by car to the beach, we were walking down the beach holding hands and it was wonderful. About an hour later we drove to the airport. Around 12 o'clock a voice that came out of the loudspeakers, said: "Flight 125 to Los Angeles will take off in five minutes. We ask all passengers of that flight now to get in." Bruno sighed. "I guess that means, we have to say goodbye now," he said in a sad voice. "Yeah," I answered, putting on a sad face. "I already miss you," Bruno continued and hugged me. I sighed. "Me too," I whispered into his ear while hugging him back. Bruno nodded. "I'll visit you in April again and you could visit me maybe for easter when I'm not that busy then. But I think won't be able to be in Hawaii for your birthday but we already discussed this." "Yeah," I said. I already knew that Bruno probably wouldn't be with me on my birthday. He was going to be in Australia. "But it's okay," I added. By saying that I wasn't really telling the truth. "No, it's not okay," Bruno said. "I'm very sorry about that." I just nodded. Then we hugged each other for several very sad moments. Bruno looked very unhappy. "I think it's time for our last kiss," he said. Then he leaned his head closer to mine and kissed me passionatly. Then another announcement could be heard through the loudspeakers. It said that Bruno only had two minutes left until he had to get on the plane. "Hmm... I guess we really have to say goodbye now," Bruno said sadly. He hugged me again, then he turned to Bella and Luna, bent down and petted them one last time. "Goodbye, ladies," he said to them with a smirk. Then he got up and said: "I'll call you right after, I arrived in L.A.." He sighed and looked straight into my face. "Goodbye, baby. I'll visit you again as soon as possible." He kissed my cheek.  Then he touched my belly. "And goodbye, you two," he said, smiling. "Can you feel them?" I asked, also smiling. "No," Bruno answered. "Well, that's normal," I said. "It's very early in my pregnancy." "Yeah," Bruno answered. "Alright. Goodbye, Parrot," I said, hugging Bruno one last time. "Bye," Bruno answered. He turned around and waved at me. Sadly I watched him getting on the plane. I knew, Bruno and me were probably going to chat on the phone everyday, but being with him in person was totally different. It felt way better. Not even the thought we were able to skype now made me feel better. _____________________________________ March 17th 2013 "I miss you," Bruno said sadly. Although he was speaking on the phone, I could hear that he was really sad. I just got back from work, and now I was talking to Bruno on the phone. "I miss you too," I said, in an at least as sad voice as Bruno's. "Come with me on tour," Bruno said. Now he wasn't speaking in a sad voice anymore, instead he had a begging tone in his voice. I sighed. He had already made this request a few times. "No, I can't," I answered. "Why?!" Bruno asked. "I already told you: I'm pregnant and when you'll be on tour I'll be even farer in my pregnancy. It would be really hard for me to travel," I answered. Bruno sighed. Then he suddenly said: "So how is my cute little lady?" Bruno asked. "I already answered this question: I'm fine," I answered. "No, I'm not talking about you," Bruno answered, giving his voice a tone like I was second-rate. But I knew he was joking. "I'm talking about our daughter." "How do you know that we are having a daughter? Maybe we are having two boys?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "No, I'm sure we'll get a daughter and a son. Our daughter will be a fantastic singer and a very beautiful girl, so. she'll have a lot of admirers, but of course she won't be allowed to have a boyfriend. And she'll be the next Mariah Carey. Our sob will be a very talented performer, he'll be the next Bruno Mars... well no, that would be a little unrealistic. I mean of course we don't want to put pressure on him..." "Yeah, of course to be the next Bruno Mars is very difficult, even I'd he's your father," I said sarcastically and laughed. Then I said: "But maybe we'll have two boys. That would be cute. Two boys that look exactly the same and that look like you." "Hmmm... yeah but I think we'll have a girl and a boy," Bruno answers. "No, you want to have a daughter and a son. I wanna have two son, because boys that look exactly like you would be very cute and well... you just said you wouldn't allow your daughter to have a boyfriend-" I explained. "No, of course she would be allowed to have one," Bruno said quickly. "No, you just said-" I began. "Anyway, how are they?" Bruno asked. "I think they are feeling good," I said. I didn't know why, but I knew they were fine. I just felt it. "Great," Bruno said. "Can I talk to them?" "How?" I asked. I thought this was going to be one of Bruno's jokes. "Put the phone on your belly," Bruno ordered. I lied down and put my phone on my belly. "Okay, they're listening to you now," I joked. "Okay," Bruno said. Then continued in an affectionate voice: "Hello, you two cities. I'm your Daddy... Daddy loves you... Does your mother take good care of you?..." I smiled. I already knew, Bruno was going to be a great dad. _____________________________________ The following days were very hard. I was always thinking of Bruno and how. much I'd love to be with him. I missed him a lot. But we chatted on the phone everyday. Bruno really tried to spend as much time as possible on chatting to me on the phone or by skyping. We chatted at least for 20 minutes a day. It wasn't that much time, but I knew Bruno was very busy and he wasn't able to spend more time in talking to me. But I knew he tried as hard as he could to spend enough time on talking to me. I noticed that Bruno talked about the baby more often then he used to. Probably because he was really accepting him becoming a dad now.  He actually told me that he didn't really care if our babies were boys or girls or a girl and a boy. But I got the impression that he wanted to have a girl abd a boy. I, myself, wanted to have two sons that looked exactly like Bruno. Bruno also told me that he wanted to begin to teach the doing music at a very young age. He wanted them to become musicians. I wasn't really sure about that, I thought Bruno shouldn't force them to do anything, but Bruno said that he wouldn't force them, but he thought it was in the blood of every member of his family to become a musician. Although Bruno talked about the babies pretty often I was still a little afraid that he still didn't accept them. So I tried to tell him vert other that I though that he was going to be a great dad. I thought that would prevent Bruno from nor accepting the babies again. My biggest fear was that this could happen. When we weren't talking about our babies, Bruno often tried to persuade me to accompany him on his tour. I really liked the imagination of me being with him on tour, but I didn't want to for two reasons: One, because I wanted to continue my work as a hairdresser. Not only because I liked the job but I also wanted to earn my own money, and not live of Bruno's. And second, because I was pregnant and I didn't want to travel too much during my pregnancy. At work everything was,as usual. Kate was still getting on my nerves, by telling me at every opportunity that she had, that Bruno didn't love me and that I probably only wanted his money and that he only used me for sex.  But I didn't listen to hear. I was used to her being annoying. _____________________________________ March 20th 2013 Bruno's POV The next days I was very busy. My band and me started to rehearse for the tour.  I missed Miranda very much and I didn't have a lot of time to talk to her on the phone. Although I actually accepted becoming a dad now, I had some doubts about it again. I was probably because I wasn't in Hawaii with Miranda anymore. Now that I was very busy again, I realized how little free time I had and how busy I usually was. Because of that I asked myself very often how I could be a good dad to my children with nearly no free time. But fortunately Miranda told me pretty often that she thought we would make it and that it would be okay of I upended less time than other dads with my children, Miranda thought, I would be a great dad anyway. Miranda saying all these thinks always removed my new doubts about the baby a little bit. After I called Shaun before left Miranda, I expected him to call me back. I wanted to know if I was going to be able to be at the birth of my children. I knew Shaun said, it was very unlikely, but I still had hope. The days after I left Hawaii he didn't call ne and I was getting pretty impatient. After another exhausting but great rehearsal, a few days after I left Hawaii, I returned to my house. I greeted Geronimo and took off my hat, then I sat down in the couch and took out my phone. Like I always did after work, I wanted to call Miranda. But then suddenly my phone ringed. I read the caller ID. 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How will this phone conversation go? So what will Shaun tell Bruno? Find out in the next chapter. Unfortunately I maybe won't be able to post a new chapter on Thursday, because I might be very busy the next days. But if I won't post the next chapter on Thursday, I'll post it on Monday at the latest.

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Chapter 36

Bruno's POV "I can't believe, you never used your Skype account," Miranda said, after she had showed me how to use Skype. "Well, I always found it too complicated," I said and gave a shrug. "But now you know how it works?" asked Miranda. "Yes," I answered. "Are you sure?" Miranda asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes," I answered. "Really?!" Miranda said. "Yes," I said a little impatient. "Then, explain it to me," Miranda said, grinning. I sighed, then I repeated everything, she'd just told me about Skype. "Okay, great" Miranda said. "I just wanted to make sure that you really understood it. Because you're really bad with technology, Parrot." "Ehm... but instead of being good with technology, I look good," I answered with a grin. It was so embarrassing that I was so bad with technology. "Yeah," Miranda answered. "And I'm good with technology instead if looking good," she added with a grin. "No, you're both. You're looking gorgeous and you're good with technology," I answered, smiling at her. "That's what I wanted you to say," Miranda whispered, before kissing me. "So it's there anything left, you need to discuss?" I asked after the kiss. "No," Miranda answered, and turned her body closer to mine. "Alright, I guess then it's time for this," I said, removing Miranda's shirt. _____________________________________ I was very glad that I told Miranda the truth. Now, there were no secrets anymore, between us. Her words encouraged me a lot. I could also be a good dad, if I chatted to my children on the phone everyday. Sure, it wasn't that good, but it wasn't that terrible either. I didn't hate becoming a dad anymore. I wanted to be a good dad to these children. I wanted to raise them and I wanted to raise them with Miranda. I didn't want them to have the same kind of childhood as I had, with divorced parents. I wanted to be a good dad to them. I planned to call them everyday or to Skype with them everyday. Since I told Miranda the truth, I knew that it was possible to continue my music career and to be a good dad at the same time. _____________________________________ March 16th 2013 The first thing I saw, the next day, after I woke up, was a sleeping Miranda. I loved her so much. And I loved her even more, since I knew that were going to raise our babies together. But there was something that had something to do with Miranda. I thought for a moment, while I rubbed my sleepy eyes. ... 'Yes, I have to leave her today,' I thought after thinking for a moment. I felt very sad about it. I absolutely didn't want to leave her. Now that I finally told her the truth, and now that I finally accepted becoming a dad, was the last thing I wanted to do to leave Miranda. But I had to go back to L.A. and to rehearse for my tour. I looked at Miranda. She looked so beautiful when she slept. But what am I thinking? Of course she looked always beautiful. Then I took a look at my phone. It was 9.00 a.m. At 11.30 a.m. I had to be at the airport. I sighed, got up, took a shower and got dressed. Then I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Miranda was still sleeping. Preparing breakfast while she was sleeping felt like we lived together. It felt like we were a family, like we were married. I loved that feeling. And I loved it even more because we were on our way to become a family with Miranda being pregnant. After I had prepared the breakfast I returned to the bedroom and woke up Miranda. I bent down next to the bed and stroked her cheek. She put on a smile and opened her eyes. "Good morning baby," I whispered. "Good morning, Parrot," she answered in a drowsy voice. "What's the time?" she asked. "It's 9.03 a.m  ," I answered after taking a look at my phone. Then I signed and look straight into her face. "I have to leave you today," I whispered. "Yeah," Miranda answered in a sad voice. "Come on, get up quickly. Let's enjoy the last hours we have to spend together," I said loudly. Miranda got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her. Then I watched her taking a shower and getting dressed. After that we had breakfast. It was a rather silent breakfast. We were both sad that I had to leave. After breakfast we cleaned the kitchen. Then I did my packing. After less than 10 minutes I was finished with it. I was pretty good at it since I had a successful music career and since I travelled regularly. I was 10.30 a.m. In an hour, I had to be at the airport. We went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. "So, what do we do next?" I asked, moving closer to her. "There's still one hour left, till we have to be at airport." "You could call your tour manager now," Miranda said. That wasn't actually what I was thinking about, when I asked my question. "Hmmm... yes," I answered slowly. Then Miranda said: "You know, I really want you to be present at their-" she pointed at her belly. "birth. It's really important to me. I want you to call your tour manager as soon as possible. Please call him now." She looked at me with a begging face. "Okay," I answered in a nervous voice, after seeing her begging face and hearing her begging voice. Every time she spoke to me like that, I couldn't say no. But I really didn't know what my tour manager would think about it. I feared that he would say, I couldn't attend their birth, because I couldn't cancel concerts. I took out my phone and dialed my tour manager's number. Before I got his number right I dialed the wrong number for at least five. I was very nervous. Miranda looked at me with a baffled face, while I typed something into my phone for several minutes. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Ehm... I'm dialing my tour manager's number," I answered nervously. "And why does it take you so long?" Miranda asked. "Parrot, you're really bad with technology." "Shut up," I said and then, I suddenly got the number right. Maybe it was because she insulted me again, about being bad with technology. For a few minutes I waited for my tour manager, Shaun Hoffman, to answer the phone.  "Hello, Bruno," he said, after a few seconds. "Hello Shaun," I answered, still speaking in a  nervous voice. "Why are you calling? Aren't you still on holiday?" Shaun asked. "Yeah, I am," I answered. "But I wanted to ask you... ehm... you know, because my girlfriend is pregnant... and ehm... I really want to be present at their birth..." "Their?" Shaun asked. "We are having twins," I answered quickly. "Oh, okay, congratulations," Shaun answered, friendly. "Go, on." I took a deep breath then I said: "I think they will be born in November or October, but as you know, we'll be on tour then... So I wanted to ask you wether I'd be able to cancel concerts then." "Uh, I'm sorry, Bruno. I think that's a really bad idea," Shaun said. "Why?" I asked. I suddenly had a bad feeling in my stomach. "Well, we've already sold a lot of tickets for your concerts in Europe. So a lot of people would be very disappointed if you cancelled a few concerts. Your fans could get really angry. Angry fans could be really bad for your further career," Shaun explained. Now I was felling really angry with Shaun. I mean, it wouldn't be good if my fans were angry, but I thought that the birth of Miranda and my babies was way more important. After he said that I immediately stood up. I absolutely didn't want Miranda to hear this conversation anymore. "What are you doing?" Miranda asked. "Ehm... I have a poor transmission (?) in here. Maybe it's better in the bathroom," I said, not speaking into the phone. Miranda just nodded. Then I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I didn't want Miranda to follow me. Then I spoke into the phone again. I had an idea, how I could be present at the birth without canceling concerts.  "Maybe we could postpone the concerts," I said. I didn't want my fans to be angry with me and I wanted them to have the opportunity to attend my concert, although I thought that the birth was more important. "That would be very difficult," Shaun answered. "I absolutely don't know a time to which date we could postpone them." "Please," I said. "Please, let me cancel or postpone it. It's very important to me." Shaun sighed. "Maybe we can find a way to cancel or postpone your concerts, but I think it's very unlikely." I sighed. It was bad that Shaun said that being able to cancel or to postpone my concerts would be unlikely. I absolutely didn't want it to be unlikely. "Okay. Thanks Shaun," I answered. "You're welcome. I know how important it is to be present at the birth of your own child. I'll do my best to make it possible for you." I nodded, then I noticed that Shaun couldn't see me nodding. So I said: "Yeah." "Okay, I guess, we'll meet again very soon," I said. "I have to hang up now." I didn't want to waste any more of the valuable time with Miranda that was left. "Okay, bye, Bruno," Shaun said. "I'll call you back when I know more about this." "Okay, bye," I answered and hang up the phone. Then I returned to the living room. Apparently Miranda stayed in the living room and didn't follow me to while I chatted on the phone. I sat down next to Miranda on the sofa. "So will you be able to cancel some concerts?" Miranda asked. I couldn't tell Miranda the truth. I just couldn't. I knew to hear it would break her heart. I knew how important it was to that I was present at the birth. "Yeah... Probably," I lied. I couldn't tell Miranda how unlikely it was that I would be able to cancel or postpone concerts and to attend their birth. I lied to her. 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Chapter 35

Miranda's POV After Bruno had left, I felt even more terrible. I was afraid, he wouldn't come back and consider it as the end of our relationship. Then I would had to raise our babies alone. It would have been my fault, if he hadn't come back, because I said that I didn't want to see him anymore.  I really wanted Bruno to come back. I But I didn't want to leave my bedroom and look for him. I thought, if he really loved me, he would come back, without me asking him to come back. Before Bruno left, I wanted him to suffer because he had been lying to me for weeks. But after he had left, I suddenly only missed him, and the only thing I wanted was him to come back. The hour after Bruno left I felt terrible. I wanted him to come back, but I didn't want to ask him to come back. So I had to wait for him to come back. It was very frustrating. I cried for  the whole time, while I was waiting for Bruno. Every minute waiting for him felt like an hour. I checked my phone almost every minute. But Bruno neither send me a text message nor he called me. Everytime a car held at the road outside the house, where I lived, I looked out of the window, and checked whether it was Bruno or not. Then an hour later, after the longest hour of my entire life, I heart another car parking near by. I looked out of the window. A small guy that was wearing a cap got out of the car. When I saw is face, I knew it was Bruno. I considered leaving my bedroom and going to Bruno. But I didn't do it. I still wanted Bruno to make the first step. I took a hanky and wiped a few tears from my face. Now, that Bruno was coming more and more closer, I cried even more. Then I heard Bruno unlocking the door. He must have kept the key that I lent him. I listened. I tried to stop to cry so that I could hear everything better. I heard Bruno's footsteps. He went to the direction of the kitchen. He went very slowly. After about half a minute, I suddenly couldn't hear Bruno's steps anymore. Apparently he had gone to the kitchen and sat down there. I cried louder. Bruno was here in my apartment and he didn't come to my bedroom. Maybe he didn't come to my apartment, because he wanted to apologize to me, maybe he came to sleep on the sofa or something. But that's bullsh*t. I knew he owned an apartment in Hawaii. He could have gone there, if he didn't want to talk to me. I felt even more terrible than before, I wanted Bruno to come to my bedroom as soon as possible. I stayed in my bedroom, doing nothing except for listening to Bruno's noises. I didn't move, I just sat there and listened. The next minutes, Bruno made no noises. He seemed to only sit in the kitchen. Maybe he had been thinking about something. 'But unlike me he does something while he is sitting and thinking: He's probably smoking  a cigarette,' I thought, with an angry face. After a few very long minutes, I suddenly heard Bruno's steps again. This time around he was going even slowlier. I suddenly realized that his steps were getting louder and louder. I couldn't believe it: He approached my room. When Bruno obviously stood in front of the door of my bedroom he stopped. I stayed quietly and listened. I heard him taking a deep breath. One moment later he knocked the door. Then I heard him cleaning his throat. "I wanna talk to you," Bruno said. I noticed that there was a sad and nervous tone on his voice. "Why?" I asked, without opening the door. I didn't even move. I didn't want him to hear my footsteps, he would think think that I was about to open the door (which I actually was, but I didn't want him to know it). I wanted him to suffer a little longer. "I want you to know that I want to raise these children together with you," Bruno said. His voice still had the same sad and nervous tone.  My heart started to beat faster. He wanted to raise our children with me. I suddenly started to feel very happy. I slowly stood up and went to the door of the room, but I still didn't open it. "Why?" I whispered through the door. I tried to let my voice a little angry, although I wasn't angry anymore. I wasn't since Bruno left. After he left, the feeling that I had was missing Bruno, not being angry at him. But I wanted Bruno to think that I was angry, so that he would feel really sorry for lying at me. "Because... I want them to have a good dad... " Bruno said in a strong voice. I slowly opened the door einen Spalt weit. "because I love them, and because I love you," Bruno ended, looking straight into my eyes. Bruno looked very sad and ängstlich. He seemed to be even more smaller than he was usually, because he didn't really stand up straight. "Really?" I asked, in a quiet voice. "Yes," Bruno said. "I love you and our babies, and I wanna be there for them. I'm nor lying... and I promise I won't  lie to you anymore." Bruno looked at ne with an asking face. "May I come in?" I slowly nodded. Bruno came in and sat down on a chair that was standing in my bedroom. "You know, my parents are divorced. I know how terrible it is to grow up with parents that aren't a couple anymore, and I don't want this to happen to our children. I want them to have a happy childhood... So I wanna be there for them," Bruno continued in a quiet voice. I felt more and more happy. I couldn't believe it: Bruno really seemed to be honest. He wanted to be there for our children and he loved our children. It was so amazing. "So all of sudden you wanna be there for some children that you didn't even want to have, about two hours ago?" I said, after I sat down on my bed  opposite to Bruno. I tried to let my voice sound a little angry and I didn't look at Bruno while I was talking to him. I still wanted him to suffer a little bit. "Well... yeah... I'm okay with not having an abortion if you don't want to... But at least I wanna be a good dad to my children," Bruno said. "I wanna raise them together with you and I promise I'll try to take of them as often as possible... but I fear, it won't be that often... But I love you and I really want us to be parents..." Bruno put on a sad face and looked me right in the eye. "Are you still angry at me?" "To be honest, I have never been angry with you," I said. I was very happy, since Bruno even said that he wanted yo raise our babies with me. That was all I ever wanted since he left me! "Really?" Bruno said, putting on a surprised face. "Yeah," I said. "But I have one request." "What?" Bruno asked. "Never lie to me again." "I promise I'll never lie to you again," Bruno said.  "Okay," I said happily. Then I added with a smile: "I love you." "I love you too," Bruno said. Then he came closer to me. He bent down opposite to me. His face was only a few inches away from mine. "Am I allowed to do this again?" He whispered, before kissing me. "Yes," I whispered back after the kiss and kissed him once more. "I think we can do it," I said after the second kiss. "Do what?" Bruno asked. "Be good parents to them," I said, pointing at my belly. I looked at Bruno, who was still sitting on the ground in front of me. "Sit down here," I added, pointing at a spot of my bed, next to me. Bruno did what I said. "Yeah," he said. "If you're not in town, you can talk to them everyday on the phone," I said. "Yes. But I want them to grow up in Hawaii. You and me grew up here and to me it's the most beautiful place in the world. So of course they'll have to grow up here," Bruno said. "Okay," I said. "Hawaii's also where I want them to grow up." Bruno nodded and put on a smile. "So besides talking to them on the phone you could also use Skype," I said. "Skype?!" Bruno said. "I hate Skype, it's so complicated." I suddenly had to laugh really hard. "That ain't funny," Bruno said, faking an angry face. "Of course it isn't funny," I said, still laughing. "Why are you laughing then?" Bruno asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ehm... I was laughing because... well I wasn't laughing actually, it's just... my new ringtone... yeah, my phone was ringing... I think Kim's called me, but I'm gonna ignore it," I lied grinning. "Yeah, sure," Bruno said, putting on a face that said very clearly that he didn't believe me. "I can show you how to use Skype," I said. "Okay," Bruno said smiling. "I think, our children, would be very happy if they could see you regularly - at least on a screen. And when they're older you could maybe take them with you on tour," I suggested. "Yeah, I'd love to. They have to watch me perform when they're young, so that they learn how to do music. Then they can become the same as me," Bruno said, smiling. "What should they become?" I joked. Now I was in a good mood again. "Crazy weirdos?" "Musicians," Bruno said, pretending to be angry. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "But maybe they wanna become doctors or lawyers rather than musicians." "No, I'm sure they'll become musicians. They'll have my talent," Bruno said. "You're talent to be silly?" I joked again. Yeah, now that Bruno came back, I was in a very good mood. "No, they'll have my talent to do music," Bruno said. Again he was pretending to be angry. But I knew right now, he was also very happy and in a good mood. "Yeah, you're right. And whatever, they'll become, I'm sure they'll become amazing people," I said smiling. "I totally agree. They'll have my talent and your beautiful looks," Bruno said. I nodded. There was something I really need to talk about with Bruno. I feared he would be sad again if I mentioned it, and he was so happy right now, but I had say it. So I opened my mouth, ready to say it. "You know, their birth. I really want you to there when they're born," I started. Bruno's face turned a little sad. "Yeah," He said. "I'll call my tour manager tomorrow. Maybe I can cancel a few concerts, so that I'm able to be there." He took a look at his watch. "Right now I can't call him. It's 10 p.m. and in L.A. it's even later." "Okay, call him tomorrow," I said. I was very glad, that Bruno reacted so nice. "I'll show you how to use Skype now, okay?" "Okay," Bruno said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miranda forgave Bruno!

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Chapter 34

Bruno's POV I had just just told Miranda the truth and she reacted to it in the last way I wanted her to react in. She said she didn't wanted to see me anymore. It was terrible. But for some reason I didn't regret telling Miranda the truth. I didn't want to withdraw it. Now that I told her the truth I felt very relieved. But at the same time I felt horrible. My girlfriend seemed to be mad at me. She didn't want me to sleep in her bed. She didn't want to see me till tomorrow. The wost thing about it was that I didn't know if she still loved me. The only thing that I knew was that I definitely still loved her. Not being sure if she also loved me was terrible. I lighted a cigarette. I didn't know what to do. I knew Miranda didn't wasn't to see me. And I didn't know if I wanted to see her. I feared that she was very angry with me and that she would scream at me. I wished she didn't say she didn't want to see me, because right know I needed someone to cheer me up. The only thing I wanted right now was Miranda, kissing me. Sitting in her kitchen, while she was in her bedroom not wanting to see me, hurt. So I took my jacket and left. Then I got into my car. I didn't know where to go. I just wanted to leave this apartment. I could drove to my apartment, were I always slept when I was in Hawaii, before Miranda and I became a couple. But I didn't want to drive there. I didn't want to sleep there. I wanted to sleep in Miranda's apartment. But she probably wouldn't let me. So I drove around the town. I took some random curves, not having any target location where I wanted to drive. Suddenly I turned into the Nehoa Street. A few minutes later I passed the President Theodore Roosevelt High School. My former high school. Miranda's former high school. Our former high school. The place where we met for the first time. Something about this building attracted me. I parked, got out of the car and went to my former high school. On the schoolyard was no one except for me. Well... it was evening. Most  students were probably doing their  homework right now. When I was at school I hated doing homework, but  right now I also wanted to be a student and do homework. I wouldn't have to think about some unborn children. I went to the front door of the building. Then I tied to open it. At first I thought it would be locked. But it wasn't . I was able to open it. So I entered. For the first time in nearly ten years I entered my high school. It looked quite the same. I think they repainted a few walls, but expect for that... my old school really stayed the same. I passed the Algebra class room. One od the places where Miranda used to bully me. I smiled. I hated her so much back than. But that was behind right now. I didn't want to hate her anymore. I wanted to love her right now... and I really loved her. Then I passed some lockers. Number 1221 was among them. Mine. It had a few bumps. Miranda and her boys, Andy, Mike and Jim used to push my head against my locker very often, when they beat me in this hallway, which also happened very often. It had hurt a lot, but I'm over it. Then I passed the history class room. After my history lessons in 10th grade Miranda, Jim, Andy and Mike always waited outside of this room for me to insult me when I came out. History lessons with Mr. Jones were always longer than every other course that took place at the same time. Mr Jones overran the lesson with his boring speeches about some wars that had taken place around hundred years ago. So Miranda and her boys were able to be here at the end of my history lesson, because their courses were shorter. It caused me to skip History lessons very often because I was afraid of being insulted after the History lesson by Miranda and the boys. I smiled again. I knew they weren't gonna insult me again. Especially Miranda... Well actually right know I wasn't really sure about that anymore. Maybe she would start to throw mean words at me tomorrow. This building kinda let me think about it, so I left. On my way to the exit I met a cleaner. She was probably the reason why the building wasn't locked. I got back into the car and drove on. I still didn't want to go back to Miranda's apartment. About ten minutes later I passed some festival hall. It happened to be the festival hall where our prom took place. Flashback May 3rd 2003 No one's POV

Bruno and his 'girlfriend' Ashley entered the room. Ashley was actually Bruno's cousin Chole. But today she would pretend to be Bruno's girlfriend. Bruno was pretty embarrassed that he didn't have a date for the prom. So be asked Chloe, if she could pretend to be his girlfriend on the prom. Chloe looked very beautiful. She wore a beautiful long, orange dress and red  lipstick. The dress was long enough so that you didn't see that she wasn't actually wearing high heels. Without high heels she was even an inch shorter than Bruno. She was actually already 25 years old and she also looked like she was. In addition she had a perfect body and beautiful long hair. Many boys were looking at her. Bruno grinned. They all thought this perfect girl was his, Peter Hernandez', the boy that was bullied's, girlfriend "Hernandez, is that really your girlfriend?" Andy, who just had approached Bruno and Chloe asked. Next to Andy stood Susan Anders. Andy wasn't lying when he said she was his date for the prom. "Yes, she is," Bruno answered in a strong voice, while Chloe put her hand on Bruno's shoulder and threw an amorous glance at him. Bruno grinned. Chloe was a great actress. "That's Ashley, but I call her my cute little bunny," Bruno added. When he said the second sentence Chloe pretended to giggle. Bruno was sure that Andy really blushed for a very short moment. Then he said in his usual mean voice: "So Ashley, when do you think will you break up with this idiot?" Andy asked. "He's not an idiot," Chloe said in an angry voice. "Wait a few years. I'm sure he'll be a famous singer that everyone in the world knows then. And you'll be nothing." Andy had put on a very mad face, but in the next moment Bruno and Chloe went to the buffet and left Andy alone. "Thank you so much for that," Bruno said. "You're welcome," Chloe said. "I'm just making sure that no one insults my cousin." Bruno blushed a little. After Bruno and Chloe each had eaten a muffin Chloe said: "So do you wanna dance, boyfriend?" She winked at Bruno. "I know you're a great dancer." "Yeah, okay," Bruno said, smiling. They went to the dance floor. Chloe took Bruno's hand. For the next minutes they danced together. Bruno noticed that a few boys looked at him with jealous faces. Knowing that many boys in this room were jealous of him because of Chloe was a great feeling. While they were dancing, Bruno suddenly by accident hustled someone. He checked who it was, wanting to apologize. But he  couldn't believe who it was. It was Miranda. But she didn't look like Miranda. She wore a beautiful blue dress and she was even smiling.  She looked absolutely stunning. Miranda usually wore very casual and boyish clothes. She wore a lot of hoodies and she never wore dresses. She didn't really hang out with girls, she always hang out with Andy, Jim and Mike. But a few weeks ago, she started to hang out with girls, for example with Kim. She started to wear more girlish clothes, which Bruno preferred. Maybe he didn't only prefer it because Miranda didn't insult him that often in the last weeks since she didn't really hang out with the boys that often. Bruno thought that Miranda started to look more and more pretty on the last few weeks. "Ehm... I'm sorry," Bruno stuttered. He thought, Miranda was about to be very angry about him because he hustled her. But Miranda just nodded and Bruno swore that there was even a little smile on her face. Flashback's end Bruno's POV I smiled. I think after that moment I suddenly started to like Miranda. But after that day I, of course, didn't see her in nearly ten years. I still liked her, even while she was mad at me. I drove on. About 15 minutes later I passed some apartment building. I swallowed. That was the place where I grew up. While I was looking at the building, another memory crossed my head. Flashback September 22nd 1995

No one's POV "Ehm... Bruno, Tahiti, Tiara, Presley... would you please come to the living room. Your dad and me want to tell you something." Bruno's mother Bernie said in a nervous voice. Bruno didn't know what she was about to tell him, when he enters the living room and sat down on the sofa. (At ten he had been very small, even smaller than he was now. His feet didn't even touch the ground)  Maybe she was about to punish him for knocking some of his mother's nail polish on the white carpet in his parent's bedroom. But why should his parents also tell Bruno's sisters about the punishment? Bruno's sisters Tahiti, Tiara and Presley and followed him. They had sat down next to him. His parents at sat down in two armchairs opposite to them. Bruno's mum cleaned her throat. "Well... me and your dad want ro tell you that we don't love each other anymore." Tiara, who was sitting next to Bruno made a sad noise. Bruno could see that a tear was rolling down her cheek. "Yes," Bruno's father said. "We decided to get divorced." He look his children straight into their faces while he said that. "But you'll still be our parents?" Bruno said. "Of course, we'll stay your parents," Bruno's mother said in a cheering up voice. "Yeah, we'll just live apart," Bruno's father said, faking a little smile. Bruno was suddenly very sad. He felt like his parents were suddenly gone. He knew nothing will be like it was before. His parents won't be the same. He never really think something like this could happen. Always since he could remember his parents were his parents. They got along with each other pretty well, like parents should do. Otherwise they weren't real parents in Bruno's opinion. In the last weeks Bruno's parents fought more and more often. But Bruno always thought it would stop someday and his parents would get along with each well again like they did before. But apparently it won't happen. Bruno knew that the parents of a friend of Tahiti got divorced. But he never thought that would happen to his parents some day. But now it happened. And Bruno felt very sad about it. He felt terrible. Flashback's end Bruno's POV I was very sad when my parents got divorced. It changed my life completely. My family wasn't the same anymore. I felt like I didn't have real parents anymore. I drove on and tried to think about a happier topic. I thought about Miranda, my girlfriend. But then I was reminded of my unborn kids. Suddenly I didn't want them to grew up without real parents. I wanted them to be raised by their parents, by Miranda and me. I didn't want them to have the same childhood like I had, with divorced parents. I knew I had to go back to Miranda and I wanted to go back to her. I knew she was probably very angry about me and that she didn't want to see me but I didn't care. Right now I suddenly could wait to see her again. I suddenly really wanted to apologize to Miranda. I suddenly knew that I belonged to her, to the mother of my children. I didn't want my children to be raised by parents that aren't a couple anymore. So I drove back to her apartment. _____________________________________ I unlocked the door of Miranda's apartment with the key that she lent me in the  morning. I t felt like it happened a month ago, not just half a day. After I entered the apartment, I suddenly heart a snobbing. Apparently Miranda was crying. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So... will Miranda forgive Bruno? Will they get back together? Find out in the next chapter! I will probably post it on Monday.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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Chapter 33

Miranda's POV What was Bruno going to say? Was he about to break up with me? No,' I thought. 'He can't just break up with me, he's going to be the father of my twins.' It would have been terrible if he broke up with me right now. "Okay, let's discuss," I said, not looking at him. Bruno himself wasn't looking at me either, he was looking at the table. For the next few moments he wasn't doing anything, he was neither moving, nor speaking. He just starred at the table. I think he was thinking about something. About five minutes later, Bruno took a deep breath, then he finally spoke. "I wanna talk about these babies... and about my career." "Hmm..." I answered, still not looking at him. The fact that he said 'these babies' instead of 'our babies' made me kinda sad. Because he said he wanted to talk about the babies and about his career, it crossed my mind that he might not accept the babies, because of his career. It was terrible thing to imagine. "You know, I'll be on tour in summer and fall," Bruno started. He was speaking very quietly. "Yeah," I said nervously. "So I won't be able to help you out with your pregnancy," Bruno continued, still not looking at me. I already realized that Bruno would be very busy in the next months, especially when he was on tour. But I had hoped that he would help me out with the babies anyway. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Well..." Bruno said. "I'll do some promotion in Australia next month. Then in May I'll fly to Europe again... and in June I'll go on tour... till August. So in September I won't be that busy... But in October I'll go on tour again, in Europe..." What I had just heard shocked mr. It sounded like Bruno would he very busy in the next months. I always had hoped he wouldn't be that busy. "Yeah, but you can try to visit me as often as possible," I said, looking at my fingernails, instead of at him. "Yeah, I'll try, but while I'm on tour I won't be able to visit you for months..." Bruno said quietly. "And you know, our babies will be born in October of November, and I'll be on tour in October and November. So I probably won't be even able to be there when they're born. I'll be in Europe." I was shocked. I hadn't thought about that yet. I always thought that Bruno would be there when they're born. I didn't think that he might be busy then. I didn't look at his tour dates. For some reason I wasn't interested in them, but now I know why I wasn't interested in then: I was afraid that Bruno might be on tour in October or November. Now I know the truth and it's terrible! I wanted to say something. I wanted to prevent Bruno to not be at their birth. But I could only stutter my saying. I stuttered: "But... but... maybe you can maybe you can cancel one concert... when they'll be born soon and..." Bruno looked at me with a face that looked like he wasn't really believing me. "Well... I'll be in Europe then, but maybe..." "I'd be glad if you would be able at attend their birth," I said. Bruno just nodded. "Hmmm... ehm... but that isn't the only thing I wanna discuss." I was getting frightened again. I noticed that Bruno didn't agree with me. He didn't say that he wanted to be at their birth. "Yeah?" I said in a squeaky voice. I was afraid that Bruno was going to tell me that he didn't actually want us to become parents. Bruno not being there when our babies were born would have been a terrible thing but Bruno nor accepting our babies would have been even worse. "Well... hmmm... I don't really know how to tell you this," Bruno said. Then he looked down at the table... and at his fingers. Then he ran his hands through his hair. The next two minutes (yeah, I even checked the time by looking at my watch) he said nothing, like at the beginning of this conversation. Then he suddenly seemed to know how to tell me it. "You know I'm on the peek of my career," he said. I just nodded and waited for him continueing this discussion. "And... And I love doing music," he continued in a week voice. "The last thing I wanna do is quitting doing music... But if I don't quit doing music, I won't be able to be a good dad to our babies-" "Why?!" I interrupted him a little surprised. "You'll be a great dad! I saw you with your nephew, you're very good with kids." Bruno blushed a little. "Ehm... yeah... but I'm sure I won't only be busy as hell this year, I'll be also busy as hell next year," Bruno said. "I won't be able to spend enough time with them. They'll maybe see me once a month for a few days. If I was a little child and if I would see my dad that rare... well, I would find it terrible... seriously... there's no way to make me quitting music and stop touring. I love touring. My career  is the most important thing in my life to me right now." I was shocked to hear Bruno say all that. My biggest wish right now would have been to wake up and realize that this whole conversation was just a terrible nightmare. "I don't thing it would be that bad if you don't spend much time with our children," I said, but I didn't know if I was really telling the truth by saying that. "I mean you wouldn't be the only father in the world that doesn't see is children very often." "No," Bruno said. "I wouldn't. But... But...I wanna to see my kids often...  So..." He took at deep breath and looked me for the first time ever since wedged this conversation, straight in the eye. "Seriously, I absolutely don't think, this is the right point of my life to become a father... And... And..." he took another, even deeper breath - "I actually don't want to become a father right now." I felt that I teared up. I was nearly about to cry. But I really to told myself not to cry right now. "Aha," was I managed to say. "Miranda... I'm really sorry that I lied to you over the past few weeks," he said quietly. He was nearly whispering, but at least he was looking me in the face this time around. "I always pretended to be happy about it... and to be looking forward to becoming a dad. But I can't do it anymore, I can't lie to you anymore... because I love you. I really do and I had never lied about that..." My heart beated very fast right now. I knew that Bruno wasn't lying by saying that he loved me. I just knew it. His voice sounded so... real. He couldn't be lying. I felt it. Usually when Bruno told me that he lived me I smiled and answered that I loved him too, but right now, I couldn't smile. Bruno looked at me with a very sad face. "But it's getting too fast...," he said. "I mean we've only been a couple for a month .... I think I wanna have children with you but... later... maybe in a few years..." Suddenly I just wanted this conversation to end. I had heard enough. I didn't want Bruno to say more terrible things. "Well, can't have an abortion," I said, in a little bitchy tone. "Why?!" Bruno said. He had put on a shocked face. Maybe he thought, I would suppose to have an abortion after he told me that he didn't want to become a dad. "Because I promised my mum that I won't do it," I answered, still speaking in a bitchy voice. But then I my voice turned quiet. "Mum was only 16 years old when she got pregnant with me. She didn't have an abortion and if she had I wouldn't even exist. I'm so thankful that she didn't have an abortion." "Oh," Bruno said. "Well that's..." But apparently he didn't know a word to describe it. I couldn't see Bruno anymore at this moment. I hated all the things he just told me. I just wanted this conversation to end, so I said: "I'm sorry, Bruno. I'm going to bed now. I really need to think about this whole... situation. And I don't want you to sleep in my bed... I don't wanna see you anymore till tomorrow... Good night." Bruno had put on a shocked and sad face at the same time. "Okay," he stuttered. "But it's only 8 p.m. That's way to early to go to bed." "You heard what I've just said," I said. Then I got up and went to the bed room. I locked the door. Then I sat down on my bed. I felt terrible. Bruno didn't want to become a father. He found his career more important. It was awful to hear all that. The last few weeks I always thought of me and Bruno founding a family with our baby... But now this idea is destroyed! Now it was certain that Bruno didn't want us to become a family... He didn't want to become a father... not yet... not right now. A part of me always thought that Bruno was as happy as me about becoming parents. But another part of me always had some doubts. It always thought Bruno might not want to become a dad and that he might not accept the baby, because he had always changed the topic when we were talking about the babies. Well... now I know that the second part had been right. It was so terrible. Since I knew, I was pregnant, I had been so happy about it. I couldn't wait for becoming a mother. I couldn't wait for Bruno and me to become parents. Since I was pregnant the babies and Bruno were the most important things in my life. I hoped and I thought Bruno would feel the same way. I didn't want to listen to the part of me that had doubts about Bruno really accepting the babies. I was so desperate. I didn't know what to do. I felt like the only thing that I had right now, were the babies. I didn't want to lose them. I absolutely didn't want to have an abortion, even after Bruno had told me how he felt about the babies. I wanted to raise them, but I didn't want to raise then alone, I wanted to raise them with Bruno. Now that Bruno had told me he didn't want to become a father, that seemed to be impossible. It was terrible! I think I still loved Bruno, even after he lied to me for weeks. I really wanted us to be a family. For some reason I didn't even care that Bruno lied to me. That he loved me, and I knew he loved me, was all that mattered. I absolutely didn't know what I should do. I think a part of me wanted to wait for Bruno to come to my bedroom and apologize. That part of me thought Bruno would come and tell me that he just  changed his mind about the babies and that he couldn't wait to become a father. But Bruno didn't come. For the next 20 minutes since I left him alone in the kitchen he didn't make a noise. I think he had been staying in the kitchen. 'He was probably smoking a cigarette,' I thought with an angry face. Yeah, Bruno was probably one of those men that get drunk and smoke when they feel terrible. After I told him, I was pregnant, he got drunk, I suddenly remembered. He told me he was happy about me being pregnant and that he was looking forward to raising a child with me. Now I know that lied about that. He probably felt terrible that day after I told him. Then he got drunk. I remember, I was very worried about him that night. The next day he lied to me again. He said he didn't get drunk. But now I'm sure he did. He had a good reason. He felt terrible, because I just had told him that he was becoming a dad. He probably gets drunk very often. I still didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to Bruno. I didn't wanna see him. But for some reason a part of me wanted him to come and apologize anyway. But another part of me wanted Bruno to suffer. I wanted him to think that I didn't want to be his girlfriend anymore. I'd he would have truely loved me, it would have drove him crazy. If he would have truely loved me, it would have made him suffer. And I wanted him to suffer, although I was sure that I loved him. BOOM!!! Suddenly I heard someone slamming the front door. I knew it was Bruno. He left the apartment. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Will Bruno come back? Will they get back together? Find out in the next chapters! ;)

I'm very sorry that I didn't post anything in the last two weeks. I didn't have time to write anything, because I was on holiday in Denmark. It was great, but unfortunately, the wheater wasn't that good. But Denmark is a beautiful country anyway. Me and my family have been the already a few times.

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Chapter 32

March 15th 2013 Bruno's POV The next day, my beautiful girlfriend woke me up. She had entered the room, already fully dressed. Her opening the door woke me up. "Good morning parrot," she said. "I'll leave for work now," she said. "Okay," I said. "I already miss you." "Me too," she answered. Then she leaned down and put her lips on my mouth and kissed me. It turned out to be a wonderful kiss. "Here is the grocery list. It would be great if you would have bought, after I returned from work," she said, putting a piece of paper on the night table. "Sure," I answered. "Okay. In the drawer under the fridge is my second key for this apartment. You should use it, unless you wouldn't be able to enter the apartment, when you return from the supermarket," Miranda said. I nodded. "Today I only have to work till lunch break, because I took the afternoon off, because you know... tomorrow, you'll fly back to L.A." Miranda explained. She said the last sentence in sad voice. "Okay," I said, also speaking in a sad voice. "Let's go to the beach in the afternoon. When should I pick you up?" "At 1.30 p.m.," Miranda answered. Then she looked at her watch. "Oh, I really have to hurry up now. I've already prepared breakfast, please tidy up the kitchen after you finished your breakfast." "Okay," I answered. Then I said nothing. I didn't want to be the first to say goodbye, because I knew after we said goodbye, Miranda would leave and I would have to wait till noon to see her again. "Okay, we I'll see you at 1.30 p.m.," Miranda said before kissing my cheek. "Bye." "Bye," I answered, hugging her one more time. Then she left the room. A few minutes later I heard her closing the front door. After I had kept laying in thw bed for a few minutes, I got up. Then I went to the bathroom and took a shower. It was the first shower that I had to take without Miranda and the first morning with seeing Miranda naked since I got to Hawaii. Yesterday she didn't have to leave that early so we were able to take a shower together. After taking a shower, I got dressed and had breakfast. Then I put on some sunglasses and a cap, got into the car and drove to a supermarket. Buying some groceries for Miranda felt like we already lived together. I kinda liked that feeling. It almost felt like we where a family. And I think wanted to have children and a family with her, but not right now. Maybe in a few years, but. unfortunately she was pregnant right now. After I left the supermarket, I dropped the groceries off at Miranda's apartment. At 11.30 a.m. another meeting with Mr. Mason was scheduled. So I drove to a house that he wanted to show me. When I returned to Miranda's apartment, Miranda's still wasn't over. But I had a great idea: I wanted to surprise Miranda with a delicious lunch, prepared by me. I took a look into the fridge, then I started to prepare a salat and some sandwiches. When I just had finished preparing the sandwiches, it was 1.15 p.m.. So I packed the sandwiches and the salad into a bag and went to the bedroom. There I looked trough the drawers of Miranda's wardrobe. I was looking for her bikini. After I found it, I pack everything else that we would needs at the beach into a bag. Then I dove to the hair salon where Miranda worked. I was in a very happy mood, because I was going to see my girlfriend again and because I had prepared a wonderful surprise for her. When I arrived at the salon, Miranda was already waiting for me in front of the building. "Hi Parrot," she greeted me. "Hi, baby," I answered, hugging her. Then I put my lips on her lips and kissed her. Because I was in a very good mood, I didn't mind to. kiss her in public. Suddenly Miranda interrupted the kiss, by removing her lips from mine. "What's that about?" I whispered, leaning down to her lips, to kiss her once more. "No," she said. "That guy took a photo." I had noticed the guy too. He seemed to be around my age and he was holding a cellphone like he was taking photos of something... or someone. But I kissed Miranda, although I had seen the guy. "Who cares?" I asked, trying to kiss her once more. If wouldn't have been un such a good mood, I would have mind being photographed kissing my girlfriend, but I didn't mind, because I was in a very good mood. Miranda blushed, then she kissed my nose quickly, before saying: "Come on, go to a restaurant and have lunch." "Ehm, no, I prepared a picnic," I answered. "Oh, okay," Miranda answered, smiling. After we got into the car, I said: "We'll drive to the beach now. I've packed some towels and everything we'll need at the beach." "Great," Miranda answered. Like I always did since I was famous, I chose a very unpopular beach. We were pretty lucky: On the beach was nobody! Well... except for Miranda and me. I was very happy about that. I took the blanked out of the bag and put it on the ground. Then we both sat down on it. I took the food out of the bag. When we were sitting on the blanket, having our picnic, Miranda said: "You know why I love this picnic? Because it's like on our first date." "Yeah, that's what I wanted it to bee," I answered. "Should I feed you, like on our first date?" "Yes, please," Miranda answered, smiling. "Open, your mouth," I ordered, taking a strawberry. Miranda opened her mouth and I put the strawberry into it. "Uh, you bought strawberries?" Miranda asked. "Like on our first date." "You remember that we had eaten strawberries on our first date?" I asked, smiling. "Of course," Miranda said. "Why do you even ask. Apparently you remember us eating strawberries on our fist date too... Or is it just a coincidence that I'm eating a strawberry right now?" "Well..." I said.  Miranda looked at me with an asking look. "Of course it's not a coincidence. I bought strawberries, so that everything is like on our fist date." "Aww, that's so cute," Miranda said. "I'm not cute. I'm manly, sexy and-," I said, pretending to be angry. But Miranda interrupted me. "No, you are cute," Miranda said, grinning. "Okay, but I'm cute and manly at the same time," I said. "Well... whatever," Miranda answered but she was smiling. "Will you continue feeding me?" She had opened her mouth. "Of course," I said, putting another  strawberry into her mouth. After we had eaten up, Miranda put her arm around me. Then she said: "You know, our first date, you sang for me." "But I remember doing this, before singing for you," I said. Then I put my lips on her soft lips and kissed her passionatly After our kiss, which turned out to be very long, Miranda said, grinning: "I actually didn't remember that." "Really?! Well I guess then you've got a poor memory," I teased her. Miranda rolled her eyes. "But I liked it," she said. "I wouldn't mind if we did  it once more." "Okay, let's do it once more," I said. Then I pressed Miranda's body on the ground and pressed my lips on hers. For a few wonderful minutes, we I was lying on Miranda's body, kissing her. During the kissesm, Miranda put her hands under my shirt. "Uh, you want us to be naked," I whispered in a sexy voice after stopping kissing her. "Maybe," Miranda whispered back. "But a bigger wish of me would be  that you sang for me right now." "But then I wouldn't be able to kiss you anymore," I answered, still speaking in a sexy voice. Then I kissed her once mire. Again it felt fantastic. After the kiss Miranda said: "Will you sing for me right now?" She had put on a begging face. "Okay," I said. After Miranda had put on a big smile, I added: "But only on one condition." "Which?" Miranda asked, grinning. I put on a big smile, then I leaned down and opened the zipper of Miranda's dress. Then I took it off. She was only wearing her underwear now. Then I kissed her nose. "I like you the best when you're wearing this." "You're such a pervert," Miranda said, smiling. Then she sat down between my legs and leaned down on my chest. "Okay, now you'll sing for me." "Okay, which song do you wanna hear?" I asked. I knew I was going to make her very happy by singing for her, she always loved it. And I was very much looking forward to making her happy. "Hmmm... you once said there was a song that describes me perfectly. Do you know which song I'm taking about?" Miranda asked with a wink. I knew which song she was talking about. But at first, I pretended to be thinking. "You mean that song," I said. Then I sang Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo. "Now it's so clear, I need you here always, now it's so clear, I need you here always," I ended. "That was wonderful," Miranda said. "Thanks," I said smiling. I was glad, that she liked the song. I stared at the sea. I really wanted to tell her how much I loved her. Today, in the morning when I was without her, I felt terrible. I felt even more terrible than when I was in L.A. and in Europe without Miranda. Not being able to spend time with Miranda although being in Hawaii, felt terrible. I really missed her. Yesterday was the same. I also missed Miranda a lot. And because of that I realized today how much Miranda meant to me. Right I really wanted to tell Miranda how much she meant to me. "You know, I think that song describes our relationship perfectly. When we were in high school I had no clue that I would need so much one day. I thought we would never be a couple. But I was so wrong. Now I know it, now I know that you're... that you're-" I wanted to say that she was the live of my life, but it didn't feel right, now. We'd been a couple for about a month, I really didn't know of Miranda really was the love of my life. "Now, I know that I had never loved a woman as much as I love you," I ended finally. "Aww... that was a beautiful way if putting it," Miranda answered. Then she whispered into my ear: "I've never loved a man as much as I love you before. I love you so much." Then she turned around and pressed my body down on the blanked. After that she leaned down and kissed me. "Me too," I whispered. "I love you too." Miranda smiled. Then she started to unbutton my shirt my shirt. The situation reminded me of last night when she unbuttoned my shirt while I was lying in her bed. But right now it felt even better, because we were on a beach, alone. I loved beaches, they were my favorite place on the world. After Miranda had finished unbuttoning my shirt, I threw it away. Then I got up, pressed Miranda's body on the ground, lied down on her and kissed her. After the kiss Miranda said: "Don't you wanna swim?" "No, right now, I just wanna do this," I answered and kissed her once more. Kissing her, while feeling her breasts on my naked chest felt amazing. The next  10 minutes we had been lying there, kissing each other. It felt absolutely fantastic. I was the happiest man in the world in that 10 minutes. Then Miranda suddenly pushed me away, and took her bikini out of the bag. I watched her taking of her underwear and putting on her bikini. To me he'd body was perfect. She had a slim body which wasn't as slim as most model's bodies and nice breasts and a nice butt. When she had finished changing into her bikini, she sat down on the blanket and took of my jeans. Then I changed into my swimming trucks. After that, Miranda pulled my arm and said: "Come on, let's go swimming.I bet I cam swim faster than you!" "No, you can't," I said, following her. The next hours we spent swimming in the sea and splashing about the see. We had a lot of fun and I think I fell even more in love with Miranda. _____________________________________   When we returned to Miranda's apartment, I was in a very good mood and I didn't want to lie to her anymore. So after we sat down in the kitchen, I said: "Ehm... Miranda... We have to discuss something..." Right now I really wanted to tell her everything I thought about her being pregnant. I didn't want to lie to her, my girlfriend, anymore. I wanted to tell her all my doubts about me raising these children. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So... how will this conversation go on? Find out in the next chapter! Unfortunately I probably won't be able to update this story in the next to weeks, because I'll be on holiday in Denmark. I don't know if I'll have time to write then, so I'm planning to upload the next chapter after my holiday, on Monday, August 25th. I hope you guys aren't that mad at me because of it!

Btw, the song Bruno sang in this chapter, Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo is actually one of my favorite songs. At first I even wanted to name this story after if, because I thought it fitted the story. But as you can see I didn't call my story after the song, because I thought the title I Need You fits the story better. At the end of the story you'll know why my story hast that title!

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