POV: Estrella
The backstage hallway smelled like hairspray, perfume, and nerves. Estrella leaned against the wall, scrolling through her phone. Her heart was pounding harder than any bass drop Victoria could ever play.
Thomas had texted her five times that morning.
"Can we talk?"
"Last night meant something."
Estrella shut off the screen and pressed her thumb against her lips.
Last night… the party… the neon lights… Thomas' hand on her waist…
She shouldn't feel this way.
But she did.
And that terrified her more than anything.
POV: Thomas
Thomas had played in stadiums, faced screaming crowds, dealt with scandals…
But none of it compared to the anxiety he felt waiting outside Estrella's dressing room.
He replayed the night in his head:
The way she laughed.
The way she held onto him when the crowd pushed too close.
The way her lips brushed his cheek at the exit.
He knew the world would tear them apart if they found out.
And worse — Damiano would kill him.
When Estrella finally stepped out, he whispered,
"Estrella… I'm not gonna pretend that nothing happened."
She swallowed hard.
"Thomas… my parents…"
He nodded.
"I know. But whatever this is… I don't regret it."
Her breathing hitched.
Neither did she.
Aaliyah's POV — The Test
The bathroom tiles were cold under Aaliyah's feet. The pregnancy test lay on the counter, face down, mocking her.
She had suspected for days — the nausea, the fatigue, the strange emotional swings.
Her life was already chaotic, but this…
This was something deeper.
Something life-changing.
She turned the test over.
Positive.
Her hands trembled. Her eyes filled with tears.
She wasn't scared of being a mother again.
She was scared of how this news would shatter the delicate balance she and Damiano had rebuilt.
But she knew one thing:
She couldn't hide this.
Not like last time.
Scene: Aaliyah's Pregnancy Reveal
Damiano walked into the bedroom, shrugging off his jacket, humming a melody from their new track. The moment he saw her expression, he stopped.
"Aaliyah? Amore… what's wrong?"
She held the test in her hand.
Her voice cracked.
"Damiano… I'm pregnant."
Silence.
A heavy, thunder-like silence.
Then Damiano stepped forward, eyes wide, breath shaky.
"A-Are you sure?"
She nodded.
He cupped her face, tears already pooling in his eyes.
"Aaliyah… amore… this is— this is everything. This is—"
He stopped talking.
He just held her, burying his face in her neck, arms tight around her waist.
After everything…
After the chaos, the heartbreak, the scandals…
They were going to be parents again.
But neither noticed the shadow at the door.
Estrella.
She had heard everything.
And her world tilted.
Scene: The Confrontation — Damiano & Estrella
Estrella stormed into the living room, wiping angry tears. Damiano followed quickly, confused.
"Estrella, what's going on?"
She spun around.
"You're having another baby?"
Damiano froze.
"Estrella—"
"You didn't even tell me first!"
Her voice cracked with something raw — fear, jealousy, confusion.
"I'm your daughter! I should know before anyone else!"
Damiano stepped forward gently.
"Amore… we only found out moments ago—"
"It doesn't matter!" she yelled.
"Everything's changing! You and mom are hiding things, Thomas is acting weird, everyone is lying and— and now there's a new baby—"
Damiano's heart cracked.
This wasn't anger.
This was fear of losing her place.
He took her hands.
"Estrella… listen to me."
His voice softened into the tone only a father could have.
"There is no new baby that could ever replace you."
Her eyes welled up.
"You promise?"
Damiano pulled her into his chest, holding her tight.
"Ti prometto, amore mio. You're my first. My heart. My everything."
And though the storm inside her didn't clear entirely…
She let herself breathe against him.
But Thomas, standing at the end of the hallway, watched everything…
and knew this was only the beginning of the chaos.