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CHAPTER TWO.
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"I need this steak done again, Paul. It's overcooked." Dominic scoffs as his grill chef stands before him, hands behind his back as he bows his head in shame, scanning the kitchen staff around him, "We cannot be serving food like this. As an upcoming and respectable restaurant, we need to be the best at what we do. Whether it's the regular clientele or a top tier celebrity, I don't care. The food will be made perfectly." He stresses, throwing the pan down on the nearest counter, the piece of meat flying out. The staff stands in shock, Paul flinching slightly at the sudden outburst that came from his boss.
"These mistakes cannot be made, people! Get it together, now." Dominic says menacingly, bursting through the double doors that lead to the bar and the restaurant itself. He weaves himself through the tables, addressing the parties and thanking them for coming. Once he reaches his destination, a table on the second level with the incredible view, facing out to the beautiful skyscrapers of Seattle, Washington, he makes certain he approaches with a smile. It's none other than the reigning pop star, Justin Bieber. He takes another bite of the steak and closes his eyes in bliss. As Dominic approaches, Justin swallows the bite and looks to him.
"Mr. Bieber, good evening. I am Dominic Lane, chef and owner of this establishment." Dominic says politely, pulling the bill out of his apron, setting it down on the edge of the table, "On behalf of my wife, the staff, and I, we hope you enjoyed your meal here with us at Tower 37 and hope to see you again soon."
Justin smiles, taking his platinum credit card from the bill folder, slipping it into his wallet which then goes into his slack pocket, "Thank you for the delicious meal. It was amazing. You and your wife have got a great business going on here." Justin praises, looking around the restaurant at the other guests conversing, enjoying their meals.
"It means a lot coming from you, sir. Thank you." Dominic professes, grateful that someone so famous and unimaginably busy took the time to try his food. Not to mention that he actually enjoyed it, "Can I get you anything else tonight?"
"No, thanks. You know, I used to think the best filet mignon I've ever had was the one in my hometown, but I think I've found the real winner here, today." Justin admits, licking his lips. He looks up at Dominic from his seat and nods his head approvingly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Dominic cannot help but let out a chuckle, both from amusement and flattery.
Justin looks up at Dominic once again and furrows his eyebrows in confusion, smiling awkwardly, "Get that a lot?"
"I'm sorry about that." Dominic flushes, shaking his head, "No, but my wife came with her friend who really enjoyed it as well, it was also her first time here."
"Girl has good taste."
Dominic nods with a smile, changing the subject. He stretches his hand out for a handshake, "Once again, thank you for coming and dining at my restaurant. It was a pleasure having you, Mr. Bieber."
"Anytime. I'll make sure to be back again soon." Justin assures, taking Dominic's hand and shaking firmly. In that moment, Justin receives a call on his phone and pulls his hand away from Dominic's. He takes his phone out of his inner blazer pocket, clicking the answer button, muttering a quick, "Excuse me."
Dominic nods his head understandably and steps over to the guests two tables away from Justin, who were looking around the restaurant. He greets them with a good evening and asks if they need anything. In the background, he hears Justin talk to the person on the other end of the call.
"Iris? I'm on my way. No, I don't have a driver yet, okay? I'm still looking...it's just hard to be discreet about something like this. Look, I'll just call an Uber. Okay, bye." Justin sighs, opening the Uber app and ordering a ride. Dominic nods at the customers he was greeting and walks away, back into the kitchen to check on his staff. He sees Justin go down the stairs and leave the restaurant in his peripheral vision, cameras flashing outside the windows.
⤞
Nicolette wakes with a gasp, shooting up in her bed. She instantly scans the room and lifts herself off the covers, going over to the baby bassinet near her closet. Ace lies peacefully, deep in sleep, his lips parted and his arms sprawled out beside his head. He stirs slightly and swallows, going still once again. Nicolette, with a hand to her chest, exhales a breath she didn't realize she was holding in. Her back against the closet door, she slides down until her bottom hits the floor. She puts one hand on her face and down to her mouth, a tear falling down her face. Beginning to hyperventilate, she controls her breathing with some exercises her dad had given her as a young girl, to calm her anxiety. Then, she recites some reminders to herself, reminders she's been keen on remembering ever since Ace was in her arms.
He's fine.
He's with you.
Nicolette rises off the wall after a couple of minutes of self reassurance. She goes over to her bed and sits down, not feeling tired anymore. Cursing at yet another sleepless night, she runs a hand through her hair and stares at the bassinet. The night howls outside the window, car horns in the distance, city lights shining.
He's not gonna leave you.
He's safe.
Nicolette, still wary from what she'd dreamt, scoots underneath the covers. She stirs for a while, trying to find both a comfortable position to sleep in, but also a position where she can see her son. At last, she wills herself to sleep, Ace the only thing keeping her calm enough to close her eyes again.
The next morning, she wakes much calmer than the night before. Ace stirs in his sleep, beginning to cry in hunger. Nicolette soothes him by picking him up and carrying him into the living room. She goes over to the rocking chair and sits down, positioning Ace so he can eat. He sucks on her nipple desperately, causing Nicolette to gasp.
"Nico, calmati." Nicolette laughs, her index finger brushing his cheek. He hums and squirms in her arms, kicking his legs, which is what he always does when he's happy. Italian is her first language and she is determined to teach Ace both Italian and English, so he can grow up bilingual. Her father always made sure she knew how important it was to learn Italian, so she would be more successful and pass it on. Her heart warms to think of her father and she knows he would be happy she's passing on the language, just as he did with her. (Nico, calm down.)
Looking down at Ace, she realizes just how close of a resemblance he has to her father. His eyes are big and hazel like his were, something she was glad was passed down from her. The shape of his eyebrows were just like her father's, arched and sharp. Even though he didn't have much hair yet, she could see that he was going to grow to look much more like him later on.
"Papà ti avrebbe amato, Nico." Nicolette whispers as he continues to eat, his palm on the top of her breast. She melts into his touch, the only thing that truly relaxes her, "Lo so." (Dad would have loved you, Nico. I know it.)
A knock at the door alarms her. She jumps in her seat, not at all prepared to be disturbed, especially not while she was breastfeeding her son. Ace flinches at her sudden movement, his eyes growing wide as he stares at his mother. Nicolette instantly feels her guard come up again, her body tensing up as she gets up from the rocking chair. Her guarded nature surfaces once more, the relaxation she allowed herself disappearing as quick as it came. Ace fusses as she moves, wanting to continue eating. She rocks him slightly, patting his bottom in an attempt to calm him down. Holding him close to her chest, she goes to the door and looks outside through the peephole, seeing Morgan standing there with a white bag in her hand. She waves it excitedly, smiling at the door.
Nicolette remains unsteady, leaning forward to open the door. Morgan comes in and smiles at Nicolette, going in for a hug. Nicolette remains rigid, still startled from the knock. Morgan's smile fades at her dryness as she goes over to the island counter.
"Sorry to come so unexpectedly—"
"I'd appreciate a heads up." Nicolette says curtly.
Morgan flinches at the sudden interruption, looking away from Nicolette and biting the inside of her cheek. She looks back to Nicolette and nods, "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry."
Nicolette is surprised that Morgan didn't get upset and leave, which is something she wanted at the bottom of her heart. She didn't need anyone, she didn't need surprise visits and friends, she just needed to stabilize her life for Ace, he's all that matters. However, Morgan simply sets the white paper bag down on the coffee table and continues standing. Nicolette's self sabotaging nature wanted to tell her to leave, to not come again. She had let herself become accustomed to this person, which is dangerous. The last time she got attached to something... someone...
"Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought I would bring you breakfast and hang out for a bit. I'm sorry if I overstepped..." Morgan says imploringly, fiddling with her fingers, "I thought we were getting to be good friends. But if I misread, I'm sorry."
It goes silent between them. Nicolette sighs and eyes Morgan skeptically. During this time, she goes over to the rocking chair and sits down once again, putting Ace in a position for him to continue eating once again. Morgan takes a seat on the edge of the sofa, sitting awkwardly.
Do I want a friend?
Do I want someone to talk to?
But how do I know I can trust her...
Nicolette contemplates this all in her head. She didn't want to be rude or brush Morgan off, especially after all she's done for her and Ace. But her instinctive mindset is still protecting her from what she feared most. She had been calm at dinner with Morgan and her husband, which is something she thinks maybe shouldn't have happened. What if she let her guard down with Morgan, and everything just spirals downward?
What if Ace gets hurt?
At this, she starts to breathe heavier, her vision blurring. Terrifying thoughts begin to swarm her mind, causing her throat to constrict. She begins to think about Ace and the dangers that could present themselves in his life at any point.
What if someone takes him because I wasn't careful?
What if he is killed?
It would be my fault.
I can't risk it.
I won't.
"Nicolette! Can you hear me?" Morgan asks desperately, Nicolette barely able to hear it, as if she was miles away. Nicolette feels the weight being lifted off her lap and realizes that Ace was taken from her arms. However, the breathlessness overwhelms her, not allowing her to see her surroundings clearly. A blur of a figure comes towards her, swooping to catch her before she topples over. She feels a voice talk above her, her head laying on a pair of thighs.
"Ace..." Nicolette manages to say, reaching an arm out to feel for him. Morgan attempts to calm her down, talking her into staying still and taking deep breaths. Nicolette continues to struggle, attempting to get up, to get to Ace.
"He's in the bassinet. He's okay, Nicky. Please, relax..." Morgan pleads in a soft tone, even though she's extremely worried. Upon her saying that Ace is okay, Nicolette visibly begins to breath rhythmically. Morgan, feeling as if she discovered the lightbulb, continues to repeat the phrase slowly.
"He's okay, Nicky. He's okay." Morgan soothes, continuing to take steady breaths, in hopes Nicolette will keep copying her. She closes her eyes and breathes, Morgan reaching down and squeezing her hand in reassurance. It seemed to work at the hospital and figured it wouldn't hurt to try now. To her surprise, Nicolette does not pull away. Instead, she sighs and continues with the steady breaths, the chest heaving subsiding.
"Come on, Nicky. Stand up. Let's take a walk around the island. It will be good for you to move around so your blood flow is stimulated," Morgan explains before shaking her head, mentally palming herself to the forehead. The last thing Nicolette cares about is the logistics behind it. Nicolette says nothing and just lifts herself off Morgan's lap slowly. It was all abnormal to Nicolette, having someone there, someone to help her during one of her worst attacks. Nicolette walks around the room slowly, her vision beginning to clear up. She feels Morgan's hand on her back, steadying her as she walks.
Nicolette continues taking deep breaths. Morgan spots the bottles of water on the counter and opens one, holding it up to Nicolette's mouth, urging her to drink. Nicolette pulls her head away and reaches for a bottle of pills, taking one in her mouth. She then takes the bottle and drinks some water, setting it back down again. She holds the edge of the table tightly, her fingers turning white, bending over.
"You didn't have to help." Nicolette blurts out, embarrassed that someone had to see her like that, in her weakest state. No one ever gets to see her weak, she has prided herself on that. She breathes out again, glaring at Morgan, "I can handle myself."
"I know. I know you can. But there's no harm in helping. I was here." Morgan states in a normal tone, gesturing around the apartment, "I told you that I am here, Nicky. Whenever you need it."
She waits, looking to Nicolette, her head still hanging as she steadies her breathing. With no reply, Morgan takes a step back and sighs, looking to the coffee table. She spots the paper bag she brought and grabs it, taking it over to Nicolette. She sets it down on the island, sliding it closer to Nicolette and smiling.
"I brought you some Stromboli. You seemed to really like it the other night." Morgan says observantly. Nicolette lifts her head up and looks from the bag to Morgan, then back to the bag. Tower 37 is printed on it, the bag scrunched up at the top.
"I need to check on Ace." Nicolette says blatantly, pushing herself off the counter and walking to her room. Morgan watches her walk away, hanging her head down as she's left alone in the room. Deciding she'd done enough, she takes her jacket from the couch, slips it on, and leaves the apartment. She locks the door from the inside, closes the door behind her, wiggling the doorknob to make sure it's locked. Then, she walks down the stairs to her car. Nicolette appears at the window with Ace in her arms, watching as Morgan gets into her car, pulls out of the parking lot, and leaves, ceasing to exist.
"Baby..." Nicolette whispers to Ace, one hand under his bottom and the other at the back of his head, rocking him. With her son in her arms, truly at peace now, she doesn't care that she came off harsh, for the most part. A small voice at the back of her head tells her to let herself have someone to confide in, to lean on, but she is much too independent of a person to allow that. If Ace got hurt because she decided to let someone in, she would never forgive herself. She could not protect her father, so she is determined to protect her son.
If that means she has no friends, so be it.
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"Dom, you don't understand. I've seen anxiety before in my patients, but hers is unlike anything I've ever seen. I think it's panic disorder, maybe even PTSD. She was so disoriented. I barely got her back to the real world." Morgan explains, running a hand through her hair as she slips one of Dominic's pajama shirts over her head. Getting into their bed, Dominic motions her over, pulling her closer until her back is pressed against his front. She sighs and holds his forearm that's wrapped around her torso, his chin in the crook of her neck.
"Babe, it doesn't seem like she wants you around. Why are you still trying?" Dominic says, his breath blowing by her ear after every word. She shivers and shrugs her shoulders, biting her bottom lip in thought.
"I've seen this before, Dom. She needs someone. Her son was in her arms when this happened. Imagine if I wouldn't have been there, what about Ace?" Morgan questions rhetorically, turning her neck to look at Dominic momentarily, turning back to his embrace, "She has no one. But I can tell that she won't ask for help. She's too strong willed for that. Ace is all that matters to her, she doesn't seem to care about anything but him."
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna be there but also slightly distance myself. She has her moments where she will talk to me and let me be there for her. I just have to try and read the signs." Morgan answers, feeling Dominic's lips on her cheek. She smiles and leans into his kiss, turning around to kiss him back.
"You'll figure it out." He assures her, reaching over and turning off the lamp. Morgan hums and lays her head on his chest, hearing his rhythmic heartbeat. She finds piece in this and sighs, melting into his body. Dominic holds his girlfriend close, rubbing her back softly.
"Oh! Babe!" Dominic exclaims suddenly, causing Morgan to yelp in surprise, visibly flinching. He apologizes and kisses her forehead, "I'm sorry. I just remembered, though. Justin Bieber came to the restaurant today! He loved the filet mignon. Just like Nicolette, actually."
"What? The Justin Bieber?"
Dominic nods, looking up at Morgan, whom of which sat up hurriedly when Justin Bieber was mentioned, "Al, it was crazy. Matthew, one of my waiters, comes to me and tells me that Justin was almost done with his meal, commenting how he wanted to thank the Chef who made it in person."
"Bubs, that's amazing!" Morgan says excitedly, leaning down and kissing him. She's about to pull away when he loops his arm around her waist and brings her down, kissing deeper. Morgan smiles into the kiss and pulls way, "Imagine the publicity you'll get. The reviews! Justin Bieber shows up to Tower 37 during its first week of operation! Congratulations!"
"It was awesome. But you know this is not just me. We made most of my recipes, if not all." Dominic says, looking into Morgan's eyes lovingly. He lifts her face up by her chin when she bows her head down at the intense look, "This is also your doing. Congratulations to you too."
Morgan blushes and kisses him again, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she holds him, he thinks back to what he heard from Justin as he was attending to another table, "Oh, he also mentioned that he needs a Personal Driver. His brother called him and, apparently, he hasn't looked into getting a new one."
"Oh, really?" Morgan asks, tilting her head sideways with furrowed eyebrows, wondering why finding a personal driver would be such a difficult task, especially for Justin Bieber. Dominic nods and Morgan shrugs, "Can't be that hard. He'll be fine. Anyway! Tell me about the rest of the night, besides Justin of course."
And so, Dominic lays in their master bed, telling Morgan all about how the evening was at the restaurant. Her eyes glisten with interest and envy for her husband, extremely proud of how far he's gotten. He tells her of how busy they got and how many meals he prepared, in addition to which ones. All the dishes he named were made, from scratch, by them; which is what they enjoyed talking about most. They created the restaurant together and will continue to celebrate it as long as it stands. The night goes on just like this, until they both fall asleep in each others arms.
Morgan wakes to an empty bed, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. Seeing that it's 9:40 am, she grunts and rises from beneath the sheets. Her phone buzzes and she looks to the screen, smiling at the notification.
From: Dominic 9:43 am
Hey babe, left for work. Have a good day, love you.
To: Dominic 9:45 am
Okay baby, love you too.
She leaves the bedroom and goes into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for something to eat. She sees leftover Stromboli from the night before and what was once a smile a mere two seconds ago turned into a slight frown. Remembering the day before, how she had gone to see Nicolette and saw her severe panic attack, worry began to arise. A small fiber of her being wants to just let her go, accept the fact that she prefers to be alone, but she can't. Nicolette is a woman who is too strong willed to accept any form of help, no matter how desperately she might need it.
Morgan felt that she could be the person to be there for her. Even if it isn't for Nicolette herself, she wanted to keep her baby safe. If she sabotaged her being with her own son, she would never be able to live with herself. Morgan knows that Nicolette's smart enough to put him first, above all else, which means she will have to help herself first. She just needs to realize that having a shoulder to lean on is not a bad thing.
Suddenly, her phone buzzes. She double taps the screen twice, expecting another text from Dominic. However, she sees the contact name of the last person she'd expect to reach out to her, especially right now. She had made it pretty clear she wanted her space, mostly by her lack of response when Morgan tried to talk to her, both before and after the...incident.
From: Nicolette 10:01 am
Thank you for the Stromboli. It was delicious.
To: Nicolette 10:03 am
Of course. How are you feeling?
From: Nicolette 10:15 am
I'm better, thanks.
Morgan contemplates her response. She taps her acrylic fingernails on the phone screen as she thinks of what to say. Deciding between ending the conversation or continuing it, she bites her lip in thought.
To: Nicolette 10:11 am
Need anything?
The three dot bubble appears at the bottom of the screen for a while, Morgan bouncing her leg as she awaits a response. Not long after, the bubbles disappear, leaving Morgan with no reply, confused. She heaves a sigh in defeat. Dominic's words from the night before run through her head, ringing.
Babe, it doesn't seem like she wants you around. Why are you still trying?
A buzz from her phone in her hand startles her back to the present. She sees its Nicolette, eagerly opening the message.
From: Nicolette 10:13 am
Let's talk about it over coffee.
There we go, Morgan thinks to herself.
To: Nicolette 10:15 am
Please. I'll go to you.
Morgan grabs her coat off the coat hanger by the doorway, exiting the apartment and closing the door behind her. She stares up at the gloomy sky, the clouds merging together to form one, unified, gray atmosphere. Walking down the stairs to the parking lot, she slips the hoodie over her head, feeling the tiny raindrops begin to fall on her head. She reaches her car and slumps into the drivers seat, closing the door beside her. Sighing, she turns the key in the ignition, driving towards Nicolette's house.
Upon arriving, cups of boiling hot coffee in a cup hold in hand, she closes her car door with her foot. She walks over to the apartment door and knocks lightly, not wanting to wake Ace if he was asleep. The door is opened, revealing Nicolette. Morgan holds out the coffees, smiling. Nicolette gestures for her to come inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
Morgan's heart is filled with butterflies when she sees Ace, lying on his stomach, craning his neck up to look at her.
"Oh, you're so cute, Ace!" Morgan gushes, setting the cup holder down on the island before she bends down to get a closer look at Ace. He smiles and looks to his mom, who smiles at him too. Morgan lifts herself up from her knees, looking to Nicolette. She seems extremely worried, her eyes bulging and her hands shaking violently.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about last night." Nicolette admits, twiddling with her fingers nervously. Morgan nods her head, starting to understand the whole reason why Nicolette invited her over. She isn't upset. If anything, she just wants to make Nicolette feel secure. Morgan nods her head, sucking in her lips, "I'm fine. I am able to take care of Ace. I don't want you to think he isn't safe—"
"Nicky, I know he's safe with you." Morgan assures in a calm, sincere tone. Nicolette seems taken back, shock appearing in her expression, "If your worry is that I'm going to report you to Social Services or anything like that, you shouldn't. I know you wouldn't do anything that puts him in danger."
Was she really not going to report her?
Nicolette blinks a few times, nodding her head, "I-I wouldn't."
"Like I said." Morgan laughs, clasping a hand on Nicolette's shoulder, squeezing. She takes her hand away and picks up a coffee cup, bringing it to her lips and drinking some. Morgan sighs and puts the cup down, "I would never do something that gets in the way of you and him." She guarantees, looking from Nicolette, down to Ace, smiling toothlessly.
Ace isn't going to be taken away.
"Thank you." Nicolette says sincerely, looking down at the floor and back up to Morgan. She feels like she can breathe again at the news that her baby won't be taken from her. Filled with relief, she swallows the last bit of fear that built up in her throat. The two women stand in silence for a few minutes before Morgan speaks up, catching Nicolette's immediate attention. She looks to Ace and back to Morgan warily.
"Can I ask you something?" Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow curiously. Nicolette nods her head, ready to answer whatever she needs if that means she won't say anything to anyone about the panic attack she had while Ace was with her, "How long have you been having your panic attacks?"
Nicolette's stomach plummets to her feet. She feels herself become trapped, desperately looking for a way out of the situation. She contemplates waving her off, not wanting to talk about something so personal. However, knowing that she can't avoid her question in fear of risking losing Ace, she thinks back to when she was younger, when her attacks began.
"Eleven years now. They started when I was ten."
"Why?"
Another pang in her gut, her mind beginning to trace back many years, to memories she never wanted to relive again. Her eyes begin to well up with tears as she tries to force herself not to think about the past. Her mind doesn't listen as she begins to remember her youthful years, trying her best to push them away, her body beginning to shake. Morgan notices this struggle and apologizes profusely, immediately feeling terrible.
"Forget it, Nicky. I'm sorry." Morgan mutters, placing a hand on her back. Nicolette sighs and speaks without looking up at Morgan, her shaking subsiding.
"I'd rather not talk about it." Nicolette exhales, standing up from the couch and going over to Ace. Morgan nods understandably as Nicolette picks him up from the floor and carries him in her arms, "All you need to know..." She trails off, turning Ace around in her arms so he is facing Morgan, sitting down next to her once again, "...is that he is my only priority. No one is ever going to hurt him."
"I would never hurt him, Nicky." Morgan says wholeheartedly, taking one of Ace's tiny hands in hers, smiling at him, "I'm your friend. I want to help. I want you to trust me."
"What if I let myself trust you," Nicolette starts, bouncing her legs to entertain Ace as he scans the room with his eyes mindlessly, "And he gets hurt."
I knew it was about Ace...Morgan thinks.
"Danger can be present anywhere." Morgan admits, sucking in her lips, "Yet, I couldn't think of anywhere safer for him than with his mother."
Nicolette looks to Morgan, her lips curving into a slight smile, barely recognizable. She looks down at her son, him looking up at her. She kisses his forehead and he turns back to face Morgan once again, babbling. Nicolette notices how Morgan looks at Ace with admiration, instantly knowing that she would never hurt him. Her intuition tells her that Morgan is there for them, to help if need be. She's genuine. It wasn't about Nicolette, or Morgan for that matter. It was about Ace. It will always be about Ace.
Suddenly, her whole perspective of Morgan changed.
She's a good person.
She would never hurt Ace.
All she's done is help.
But I can't let my guard fall either, Nicolette reminds herself mentally.
Morgan's words ring in her mind the rest of the night as they talk about Dominic and the restaurant and other minute things. Ace begins to fuss and Nicolette knows that it's time for him to eat. She breastfeeds him as she looks through the mail once again, thinking of what to take care of first. Morgan goes to the kitchen island and asks if she could get a water bottle, Nicolette nodding without hesitation.
She then curses, ripping open an envelope one handed.
"What is it?" Morgan asks, taking another swig of water.
"Hospital charges." Nicolette responds mindlessly, all her attention on the letter. Morgan looks to all the other envelopes on the counter and then back to Nicolette, who looks worried as her eyebrows furrow, reading the list of charges. She massages her temples with her thumb and index finger, Morgan looking at Nicolette with worry.
"I can get those hospital fees waived." Morgan blurts out. Nicolette removes her hand from her face and stares blankly at Morgan, "I'll call and ask for an itemized bill and it'll break down everything they charged you for. Then, you request to take out the things you didn't use or asked for."
"Oh, thank you." Nicolette says gratefully, pushing the letter aside. She sighs, rocking Ace in her arms as he continues to eat, "I still need to work again, but I don't even know where to begin to apply. Not to mention I don't want to leave Ace this early."
They stand in silence, only hearing the quiet sucking from Ace as he eats. Then, a bell rings in Morgan's head, her eyes growing wide. She thinks back to what Dominic said to her about the night Justin Bieber went to the restaurant. Morgan smiles as she looks to a stressed Nicolette.
"Nicky, I think I have a job for you."
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Author's Note
Chapter two!! Yay!!
I really hope you guys are enjoying this book as much as I am enjoying writing it. This idea means a lot to me and I have so many ideas for it, it's crazy.
Get ready for tears and shock and love and yeAH, all that good stuff!
Special thanks to suckingbieber for always supporting me and my stories! We make sure to motivate each other on everything we do and it's so nice to have that relationship with her, I'm so grateful! From running ideas by each other, deciding on where to go next, or even just laughing about a funny post on Instagram, it's all been so amazing. Go check out her new story, Becoming Mrs. Bieber! Definitely one of my favorites on this app.
It's about to get really juicy next chapter. Especially because Justin and Nicolette are gonna meet ;)
And especially because I know some of you are wondering where Justin is and why I only gave you like three seconds with him.
He'll be there next chapter, hehe.
Don't forget to vote and inline comment, I love reading your reactions on what happens in the story!
I hope you all are staying safe in light of what's happening. It's so sad and unfortunate. Hopefully everything clears up soon enough.
Stay safe and indoors! xoxo
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