𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ | one day at a time | ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

real life | los angeles
the girl talk house
-august 24th, 2024

THE LAST COUPLE months have been very, very hard for Sophia. On one hand, she's had the time of her life filming movie in which she plays her absolute dream role— Where her husband literally played her love interest. On the other hand, she lost the woman who raised her three months ago.

She was trying to move on. She really wanted to move on. Sophia wanted to enjoy her pregnancy and savor the months in which her body is growing a human— She was going to be a mother. She wanted to enjoy filming Tangled without feeling guilty. But it was so fucking hard.

As expected, Andrew had been an absolute angel throughout the entire time Sophia had been grieving. She cried for a good four hours when she first heard the news, and Andrew held her in his arms the entire time (While Laila and Minnie packed their bags for Spain) Sophia has cried in Andrew's arms more times than she can count in the last couple months, and he had been so present for her.

Which didn't make her feel good either.

Sophia knew Andrew was over the moon about the baby and the pregnancy. The happiness of having a child radiated from him, and all she did was drown him with her grief— In the time that was supposed to be the happiest time of their lives.

Today was no different. Today was going to be difficult and Sophia knew that. Minnie and Laila have had multiple, long conversations with her and Andrew about whether or not they should have the gender reveal party. Sophia knew she would regret not having a gender reveal party, and yes, she was still grieving— But she wanted today. She wanted to find out whether or not she was having a daughter or son with all her friends and family.

"Hey baby," Sophia turned her head when Andrew entered her old bedroom at the Girl Talk house. Of course, the party was happening at the GT house. "How are you?"

"Okay," Sophia nodded with a whisper before slipping her hand in his. "I'm sorry about how I've been in the last few months."

Before she knew, tears were slipping her eyes and Andrew shook his head, "Hey, hey, what do you mean? My love, please don't cry— You don't have to apologize."

"Andrew, I am carrying our first child and these months are supposed to be the happiest time of our life, and I've just been fucking miserable," Sophia rambled before holding in a sob. "And it makes me feel so fucking guilty, because I know and I see how happy you are about the baby— And I know and I see how you try to hide it because of me."

"Baby, listen to me," Andrew whispered as he cupped her face with his hands. "You are grieving, you are carrying a life. No one, and I mean, no one, expects you to be happy all the time. Sophia, do not feel guilty. I am happy about this baby, but I am also going to be there for my grieving wife."

"I'm sorry." Sophia cried, leaning further into his embrace.

"Stop apologizing, Moony, you're okay. You're safe with me," Andrew promised her, kissing her forehead while he wiped her tears. "I know you're grieving, and I know it's difficult for you, and that's completely fine. I am not rushing you, baby, I will never. But what I am telling you is to give yourself a little grace. I've seen you in the last few months, I see you catch yourself smiling or laughing or being excited about the baby— And then I see you feel guilty for it. Stop feeling guilty. Your Abuela was so excited for this baby, she would want you to be excited and you know it."

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