It's been two weeks since my father came back into my life and left it leaving more damage than before. I'm almost six months pregnant, tomorrow and tonight I have my second hotel opening for the first time in Boston.

Sadly I was unable to convince Tino to fly here so, Christine and I had a road trip to here. Unfortunately he couldn't come with because he has a series of meetings this week in Ottawa, Canada. He told me to video call him before heading to the opening which is currently what I'm doing as I snack on spicy nachos.

My belly is getting ridiculously bigger by the day and the crew couldn't hide it with wraps and stuff so instead I'm wearing a very big very fat ball gown Cinderella dress. It's black because black is good at hiding things. The bushy skirt starts from under my breast because of the belly.

"I look like a fat balloon." I tell Tino the moment he answers. He laughs, not expecting my confession and asks me to show him which I attempt my best to guide the camera around me.

"I think you look like a queen. My queen."He tells me and I roll my eyes. "Oh please, Tino. We all know your compliments are just to make me feel better. Not like you mean them." I absentmindedly blurt out and he frowns deeply.

He opens his mouth to say something but then a thought interrupts him and he ends up with, "I'm sorry I have to go, Harley. Text me when you arrive at the hotel and after the opening." He tells me and I immediately feel bad for my words. "I love you, bye." He hangs up before I can say it back.

My heart feels heavy now. Sighing out loud I place my plate in the sink and call Christine. "Ready?" She questions and I nod. She senses my heavy mood almost instantly. "Everything okay?" Like the good person–and assistant–she is, she asks with real concern.

"Uh, yeah. I'm...great. We have an opening to get to. Let's go!" I try to lift my spirits but she can still see passed it but thankfully let's it go either way.

We head out being escorted by two bodyguards of which Tino got for me considering the last time I had an opening my shady ex, Jermaine Kimes, threatened me. Also because he's not here to protect me like he wishes to.

We read to the hotel in silence as I feel bad for my words. Did they really hurt him? I chew on my bottom lip as I contemplate how my words could've affected Tino.

When the car slows down to the red carpet laid out for tonight I sugh and walk out when the driver holds the door open for me and Christine.

I walk up the caroet with answering questions because I'm just not in the mood tonight. People snap pictures and others call out my name in excitement but I'm inattentive to them. I'm sad that I hurt his feelings. I didn't mean to but I did anyways because one moment he was all warm and loving and the next he was as cold as the Antarctic winter night.

I let the night pass by quite quickly. I give a short speech in opening The Bel, and drink water to keep hydrated. People come and talk to me but my mind is elsewhere.

"Beautiful hotel, Harley." Reggie Cooper, a bigshot in the paint making companies tells me and I smile softly. "You're only saying that because we used your paint on the walls." I retort and he chuckles.

"Well you obviously chose the best for this place." He tells me and I smile. "Tell me is that thing about you and Princely true?" I catches me off-guard.

"Where'd you hear that now?" I question. "Oh come on, Harley, it's all over the media. You, Princely and his pregnant fiancé are on the gossip news everyday. Even the magazines." He tells me and my heart rate picks up.

I'm feeling anxious all of a sudden. I don't like the idea of the media interrupting my private life. "I wasn't aware. I'm a very busy woman, I never have the time to sit down and watch gossip newsbor open a gossip magazine." I calmly answer.

"But is it true though? Are you really pregnant?" He reaches out to hold my belly and my eyes widen but I catch his hand before it could touch my belly. "What's wrong? What are you hiding, Harley? Why are you dressed like it's the Met Gala?" He pries but I only glare at him.

The bodyguard finally comes and removes Reggie to me. "It's none of your business, Reg and I have nothing to hi—" I cut myself midsentence when a sharp pain strikes in my stomach. "OOUU!! AH! "I cry out in pain as I clutch my stomach.

Silence fills the room as everyone watches. The second bodyguard comes and picks me up bridal style. "What's wrong?" He questions and I continue crying because of the discomfort and almost unbearable pain. "My stomach. It hurts." I tell him and he takes me to the car that's already waiting.

Christine runs out to my aid. "S–stay...close th–the event." I tell her through shallow breaths. "Fuck this shit hurts." Tears well up in my eyes.

The door closes and they rush me to the hospital. "Call...Tino!" I yell as another pain strikes.

Forget what I said. It's not almost unbearable it's completely unbearable. Horrible. Every time it comes everything goes black and I feel nauseous and my vision becomes a little blurry.

"Oh my god!" I realise it now. "Are these...contractions?" I ask the bodyguard and he just stares at me with wide eyes. "They are! Ouwie!" The tears fall from my eyes. "I hate this." I cry out.

We arrive at the hospital shortly and the bodyguard rushes in holding me. The nurses come to my aid and give me breathin instructions as they seat me in a wheelchair.

"Did you call, Tino?" I ask as he strides beside me while the nurses hurriedly wheel me to a room. "Yes, but his voice keeps going to voicemail." He says and my heart painfully squeezes at the thought of Tino possibly not being present for the birth of our children.

The nurse settles me in a room and tells me to change into the gown despite the crazy pain. When I'm settled in a room and bed a doctor comes.

"Ms. Snart, names doctor Amelia Becker and I'm going to be your doctor. What do we have here?" She questions me and a striking finally hits again and I cry out. "Contractions?" She questions and I stare at her with wids eyes and shake my head profusely.

"They c–can't be. I–I'm six months t–tomorrow and...I can't give birth." I cry and she seats herself at the edge of the bed.

She instructs me to bend my legs open. "I'm going to run a pelvic exam and do an ultrasound." She tells me.

"I can't give birth." I crying out softly. "Tino's not even here."