DIEGO LAINEZ|| midnight shift.

[34] baby talk.

diego carries you bridal style into the hotel room. most of the employees didn't say anything since they've seen it all in their years of working. at least one questioned if you were okay and he explained how you had too much to drink.

he gently places you on the bed. tonight was horrible for the both of you. instead of clearing things up, the both of you some how made the whole situation worse. diego was constantly checking his phone to see if anybody took photos or tweeted about it. last thing he needed was people thinking the relationship was over.

he almost stayed up all night waiting for his mom to text him back. he knew she wouldn't until the morning but a part of him wished he had someone to tell him what to do. sure he could ask memo but diego didn't want anybody else getting involved. time was going by slow, it was only 1 am. he looks over to you and you were slumped.

it was obvious he should've stopped you once you reached for the entire bottle of wine. though he didn't expect you to act up so bad that the cops were called. his body feels like shutting down yet he was still fighting sleep. once he accepts that he's losing the battle of sleep, he pulls your sleeping body closer to his.

the warmth of your body gave him the comfort he needed. while holding you close he had an epiphany. maybe it was better if you guys took a break. it was obvious that diego still had some personal issues with his ex and you weren't happy with it. but he rethought it again. would i still be happy without
y/n?

probably not.

he buries his head into your neck. for him, it didn't matter how messy you were at the restaurant or the stuff you said to him. you were drunk and he understood that you didn't mean any of the stuff.

you felt his head on your neck and his arms wrapped around you. "diego.." the way his name came out your lips sounded like you were still asleep.

"yeah?" he waits for you to respond. as expected, you fell back asleep. "y/n, tonight was the worst. i really do hope we don't fight in the future." his body slowly drifted to sleep.

you woke up rushing to the toilet. everything that you had the other night came out. all the wine, the food, all of it came out in chunks of vomit. you tried being as quiet as possible since diego was still asleep. but your gags and coughs sounded too familiar for him to ignore.

the morning voice that you were so used to called out, "y/n you good?" the familiar voice was rougher and deeper than usual.

you somehow stopped throwing up and shouted back. "yes..!"

you turn on the faucet and the warm water starts pouring out. you made your hands into a cup motion to gather as much water as possible. all of the water collected in your hand was soon splashed across your face. the idea of drinking all night and being extremely hungover was something you hated. so, for what reason did you drink so much last night?

diego walks into the shared bathroom and sees you gargling mouth wash. "it smells like vomit."

"i'll get rid of the smell, sorry." you quickly start cleaning the toilet seat to make sure there wasn't any remains on it. he watches you with mind filled with many mixed thoughts.

"diego, i'm really sorry about last night. i shouldn't have reacted the way i did or even drink that much. i wont ever bring up brit and-"

"y/n you were drunk. you can't really control your own actions when your intoxicated." he grabs his toothbrush and squeezes a generous amount of toothpaste on it. he starts gently brushing his teeth while you sat on the bathroom floor. you recall everything that happened last night and start to cringe.

"god i must've embarrassed you so bad. i'm so so sorry." you hid your face with your hands. when you were unable to look at him he just simply gave you a smile. it was funny to see you cringe at your own actions.

"i'm picking up my mom at the airport tonight."

your heart drops. it could've been the worst possible timing for her to come in the day after the fight. how could you meet her when you practically almost got her son arrested?

"i can't meet her!" he immediately frowns at your response.

"why not?"

"last night? that's why!"

"i don't understand. you said you'd meet my mom."

"diego i, please. we haven't even, i mean." you were struggling to string a sentence together. it was obvious you were internally and externally freaking out. "i'm scared, i fucked up last night. i cant meet her after that."

"y/n please, i promise it won't be bad."

"you don't know that diego. what if people took pictures or videos and she saw it? she'd hate me for the rest of our relationship!!"

"you're being dramatic. it won't be that bad."

"diego please. we haven't even finished talking about the whole issue."

"what issue?"

"brit." you said through your teeth.

"well, i'm not dating her i'm dating you. like you said, it isn't an issue since i'm with you." you looked at him. why couldn't he said that in the first place? things would be a lot different now..

you take a deep breath. "how am i going to meet her? should i get her something?"

"we can get my ma some flowers and balloons when we pick her up." he starts doing his skin care. before, diego could've cared less to take care of his face. but after a few nights with you, his entire night routine changed.

"okay, is she nice?" you were worried that she'd be like those crazy moms who can never let go of their son. they almost act like THEY want to be in a relationship with their own son.

"of course she is!! she's been dying to meet you. my mom is really talkative but if she talks about grandkids just tune her out."

"grandkids??? how the hell is she already thinking about grandkids.." diego ignores your comment because he himself has already been thinking about having kids. even before he met you, he had plan to adopt if he never found love again.

"diego when do you plan to have kids?"

"whenever you're ready." you choked on air with his response. that just added a lot of pressure for you.

"i don't think anyone's actually ready to be parents you know?" you then gargle more mouth wash. the vomit taste still lingered in your mouth.

"i'm always ready to have a kid. at least i think i am. i don't know, i just really want to have little me's running around my house."

"i don't think i'd be able to handle that many you's. i can barely handle one, imagine six??" he laughs and starts to think. would it really be so bad to have multiple little replicas of himself?

"what would you do if you got pregnant?"

you sat on the bathroom counter and pondered for a second. "well depends who the father is."

"are you sleeping with other people??"

"NO!! i meant if the father would be able to support the baby then i'd keep it."

"i can support a baby. i can support multiple actually!!" he puts his hands on his hips and stands proudly. almost recreating the superman pose.

"why diego? you want me to get pregnant so soon?"

"the sooner the better no? then you'll be all mineee." he puts his body between your legs. his eyes look deeply into yours as he lays his forehead on yours. "would it really be bad if i wanted a family with you?"

"six kids is a lot diego." you whispered as you pushed his messy bed hair back.

"five kids?" his eyes were pleading to you to at least agree with his negotiation.

"we'll see, it's still so early to think about any of this."