Wait For It

Steve and I were finally packing for everything. I didn't leave until next month but I needed to start packing now.

"Do you really need that much?" He asked me while I was packing.

"Yes, I need clothes for four months and Scarlett needs clothes for eight. That child makes a mess with everything." I laughed while folding her clothes.

"You can buy clothes." He shrugged. "And you know, laundry is a thing too." He laughed. I threw a small pillow at him, getting a loud laugh to escape him.

"I know laundry is a thing. I meant with going out. Amelie's California premiere, opening night parties, you know the drill. I mean, I probably wouldn't go to the opening night party." I shrugged.

We talked a little more, Scarlett eventually coming in and helping. I was glad she wanted to help. It was cute in a way.

Our month came and went and I was incredibly nervous. My life was going to change again. Scarlett was excited and I didn't know what to do. I just wished Steven could go with. I needed him as my rock...

"Mommy..." Scarlett whimpered from the dressing room couch.

"Yes honey?" I asked. I saw her sitting up through my vanity mirror. I was busy putting my makeup on and I couldn't turn around.

"Where's daddy?" She groaned.

"He's on his way." I stated while placing my foundation on the table.

"Why do you wear makeup? You're pretty now." She sighed.

"Thank you sweetie, but mommy is very pale and without it I wouldn't be seen on stage as a normal person." I chuckled. "I would look like a ghost." I smirked.

"Oh no." She gasped. I smiled and let out a little laugh. So curious. So perfect. I loved her to pieces. God it would've torn me apart if I had to leave her here.

"After this we're going on a plane. Then moving into the new apartment." I explained quietly. She giggled to herself quietly on the couch. She was incredibly excited to be on a plane. I just hoped people wouldn't be upset. She was still young but she knew how to behave in public.

The start of the show came, Steven sitting in my dressing room with a sleepy Scarlett already. By intermission when I went to check on them, she was fast asleep with Steven nodding off next to her. I smiled at the two, feeling incredibly happy.

He was legally her father now and everything just felt so right with the world. I tried my best to hide my happiness during act two, and when the tears came time for Phillip's death, it really hit me. This was my last show with these people. I let out my usual blood curdling scream, and tried my best to keep it all in.

When it came time for the curtain call, I felt a few tears running down my cheeks. Lin had seen and held my hand tightly. I looked up at him and saw his kind eyes... I saw so much of Scarlett in him... Seeing how he was so kind to others, making sure they were okay before anything else. It really did pass down to her from him...

I couldn't keep this secret from him anymore.... I really couldn't.

When I saw Steven in the dressing room, I burst out into tears. He held me tightly, letting me cry into his chest. Scarlett had woken up from her little nap and saw me crying, of course she wanted to make sure I was okay. After changing and signing playbills for a bit, we were in the cab on the way to the airport.

"I need to tell him." I whispered to Steven.

"Are you sure?" He furrowed his brows at me. I nodded slowly. How I felt on stage, knowing that I was keeping his child from him... I felt so guilty. I had a pain in my stomach every time I thought about it. It was going to make me physically ill if I kept this going. "Well... I'll make sure everything goes smoothly. Okay?" He gave me a small smile, letting me know everything was going to be okay.

Our plane ride was long, Scarlett sleeping for most of it. She woke up when the sun started to rise. She let out a few small cries, mainly because she was hungry. The flight attendant was incredibly nice by giving her a little bag of pretzels and a small bottle of apple juice. She sat in her seat munching on her snack while I took a picture of her for Steve.

"Where's daddy?" She yawned.

"He's at home honey." I answered. I bent down to reach for my bag, knowing that her hair would be a mess when she woke up, I had packed a small brush in my carry on. As she snacked, I brushed her hair, making it look somewhat presentable.

"Mommy, I'm still tired." She mumbled.

"Go back to sleep then." I smiled. She nodded, handing me her bottle of apple juice that was only half drank. I put the cap back on it and shoved it in her little bag. She climbed on my lap and curled herself up, resting her head on my chest to fall back asleep.

"You have the most well behaved child on this plane." I heard a woman whisper. I looked up to see an elderly woman smiling at me from across the little walkway.

"Oh, thank you." I was surprised, I thought people just ignored children on planes. Well, the good ones at least.

When we landed, I got Scarlett to put her shoes back on, and hurry off the plane. I had both her little backpack and my bag on while carrying her. I went straight to the baggage claim and waited for our bags. Once those were gotten, I hurried to get a cab to our apartment. It was only six in the morning here. Which meant it was nine back home. I sent a quick text to Steve, saying we landed and on our way to the new place.

Once we got to our new apartment, everything went south from there.