o l i v i a

You would think four hours of sleep, under eye bags, matted hair, and severely swollen and blistered feet would be an absolute nightmare. But for me, I'm living in a dream. A dream I've had since I was a little girl.

I can still remember my first Fashion Week when I was a fresh faced model and completely star struck by all of the high profile designers and models walking passed me. Four years later, I'm still in awe by everything about Fashion Week. Swollen feet and all.

This year is a little different though. Unlike the other years, I'll be walking in the Paulina Bianchi show. Yes, Paulina Bianchi, the most anticipated designer this year. Her pieces are gorgeous, incredible, and elegant. I could rave about her for days. It still blows my mind that she asked me, an eight-month pregnant woman, to walk in Fashion Week wearing one of her pieces. Life sure is wild!

I'll admit, the castings, fittings, and shows have taken a toll on my body. Parker has been concerned about how chaotic and stressful this week would be for me, but I always reassure him that I would never risk my health or the baby's health. A few blisters won't kill me, right?

I just want to enjoy every single moment. Fashion Week, in all its craziness, is an unforgettable experience. I'm sad just thinking about how today is the last day. Enough day dreaming, Olivia! Time to get started with my day!

I swiftly detach my body from Parker's hold, then get out of bed. I take a second to admire my gorgeous, sleeping fiancé. His disheveled dirty blonde hair and five-o-clock shadow make me want to jump back in bed. I lean over and give him a peck on the lips before heading to the bathroom.

When I flick on the lights, I'm appalled by my appearance in the mirror. Yikes, I'm in desperate need of a shower! I turn on the water and wait a few seconds for it to warm up. I slip out of my comfy silk pajamas and step into the shower. The steaming water eases my sore muscles. As I massage conditioner into my hair, a deep voice startles me. "Can I join you?"

I open my eyes and smile when I see Parker's gloriously naked body through the slightly foggy glass door. "The more the merrier," I say.

He hops in and moves behind me. I turn my head and watch as he grabs the bath sponge off the shower rack. He pumps body wash onto it then begins lathering the soap onto my arms. I can't help but lean my head back onto his shoulder.

Parker pulls my body closer to him continuing to move the sponge across my upper body. I feel his soft lips touch my ear. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I know," I say. Because of my hectic schedule, I've barely seen Parker this week.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Judging by his erection pressing into my back, I'd say a lot. Before I can respond, he moves the sponge lower, caressing my very round belly. His other hand moves to my hip, steadying me. "You're so fucking beautiful, Olivia. You're a goddess." My pulse starts to quicken as his hand moves lower.

"Parker," I moan, my voice barely audible. "We can't." As much as I want this, really really want this, my schedule does not permit sexy time.

Ignoring me, Parker continues to drive me absolutely crazy with his gentle assault. My brain turns into mush, and my body melts into a puddle. This man. "I'll be quick," he tells me. I nod, too aroused to even respond.

I hear the sponge drop onto the floor of the shower, then two fingers enter me. A throaty moan escapes my mouth. My left arm lifts up and wraps around Parker's neck. Within seconds, I feel my body reaching for that climax. "I-I about to c-come," I stutter. My incoherent words make him chuckle. He removes his fingers from my heat, and I open my eyes at the sudden emptiness.

I turn my head to the side to look at Parker. "Why'd you st-" I can't even finish my sentence because his lips come crashing down on mine. He swallows the moans coming from my mouth. My body starts to heat up again and my eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, I feel him slide into me. "Oh my God, Parker! You feel so good."

I move my hand from his neck into his wet hair. He moans as I gently tug on it. Parker begins rocking into me at a steady pace. My other hand reaches behind me and grabs onto his ass, pushing him deeper into me. "Fuck baby," Parker groans.

"Faster," I say, arching my back.

He presses his thumb on my clit, pushing me further off the edge. Parker's thrusts grow quicker. "Oh, I'm coming!" I scream as I climax. My walls tighten around him, prompting his own release.

Our heavy breaths fill the shower. "I definitely needed that," I say, my eyes still closed.

Both of Parker's hands rub my stomach. "Me too, baby." He gives my butt a little pat. "Now time to dry you off before you miss your call-time."

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As I sit in front of the vanity, I reminisce about my morning with Parker. A smile tugs on my lips. He'll be watching me today in the finale of the Paulina Bianchi show. I haven't told Parker anything about the piece I am wearing, so I'm a little anxious for him to see me. I'm also closing the show, which is a huge honor.

"Okay, you're all set, pretty girl," Tómas the makeup artists says.

I open my eyes and smile when I see myself in the mirror. I look nothing like the girl this morning. "Tómas, you are a magician!" I exclaim. I admire the gorgeous bronze smoky eye look he created, topped with a glossy nude lip.

"Miss Windsor, you were already glowing," he replies. Must be post-orgasm glow, I think to myself.

I move to the hair station to tame my brown locks. Zena, my dear friend and hair stylist, manages to transform the bird's nest that was my hair into a slick back low bun with a middle part.

With hair and makeup done, my last stop is dressing. There's a million racks with outfits in this area, along with the giant white board with pictures of each look organized by the line up. Because I'm last, my photo is at the very end.

I spot a tiny figure heading straight her toward me. Her red hair bouncing as she walks. "Hi, Paulina!"

"Olivia! You look stunning," she pulls me into a hug. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sad that Fashion Week is coming to an end, but I'm so excited for tonight," I say. "I'm not sure if the achy feeling in my stomach is nerves or the baby."

"Probably just a case of the jitters," she reassured me. "I can't wait to see you strut that stage, mama."

I smile widely, "Me too."

"Okay, go get changed. I'll see you out there," she waves goodbye.

I find my garment bag and take out the gown made just for me. The dress is champagne reminding me of the dress I wore when I met Parker. This gown however is far more extravagant with an intricate beaded pattern and a feathered hem. *Picture Kendall Jenner at the Met Gala 2019*. Because of the deep v-neck cut, I have some cleavage on display. Just enough to give a sexy yet sophisticated look. The sheer, formfitting gown showcases my baby bump perfectly. It's baby girl's model debut, too!

With the help of two other people, I finally manage to get the gown on. Despite how gorgeous the dress is, it's a hassle to get on. Totally worth it, though. Luckily, the feathers cover my feet, so the audience won't see my swollen toes. But I still have on hold gold stilettos, because why not?

All of the models head backstage and line up in the proper order. The backstage worker checks each of us off on her clipboard. It's absolute madness. The lights are dim, people are making last minute fixes to each model's outfit, photographers are snapping photos from every angle.

Baby girl must sense my anxiousness because she starts to kick. "Hi, sweetheart," I place a hand on my belly. "Mommy would appreciate it if you didn't kick while I walk on the runway, okay? But after, you can kick all you want." She must get the memo because her kicks stop, but I can feel her slight movements around my belly.

The show begins and each model, one by one, steps onto the stage for their moment to shine. As my turn approaches, my heart starts beating rapidly. Usually, I'm never nervous for shoes, but this time feels different. Eight-year-old Olivia is internally screaming for me right now.

When I'm next, Paulina puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Go kill it out there!" she says, then gives a nudge to step out on stage.

As I step out from the wing, I quickly close my eyes and take a deep breath. Game time, baby. Initiate supermodel mode.

As the bright lights shine down on me, I hear a collective intake of breath from the audience. Holding in a smile, I make my way down the runway. Breathe. Confidence. Body language.

I stare down the camera in the center, my eyebrows slightly raised and lips a tad bit open and pursed. Shoulders back, chest raised, pop your hips.

When I hit my pose in the center, the world seems to pause for a brief moment. I can hear Mrs. Bronwyn cheering me on from Heaven. I can't see Parker, but I just know he's staring at me like I'm an angel on earth. I feel like a queen. Before I walk back, I savor this moment, engraving it into my brain.

Once I'm backstage, I file back into the line up for the last walk with all of the models. I can feel the positive energy radiating through this room. As we all walk on stage one after the other, the audience claps loudly. I have to hold back tears. When I get off the stage, I watch in the wing as Paulina takes her walk, and I cheer along with the crowd.

I'm the first person she goes to when she gets off the stage. Feeling emotional, I wrap her into a hug. "Thank you for making my dreams come true," I tell her.

"Oh honey, you made your own dreams come true. If anything, you made my vision come to life!" she says.

I start to cry, but then feel a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. "Ooo," I grunt, squeezing Paulina's body. Then, I feel something wet stream down my legs. I pull back from the hug and stare at Paulina with wide eyes. "I think my water just broke."

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a u t h o r ' s   n o t e

hi, friends!

im sorry for leaving you hanging again! to make up for it, i gave you some smut! your wish is my command.

this is the second to the last chapter exc the epilogue. i will post the final chapter tomorrow!

stay tuned for more :)

xx,
moony