The glorious reign of of the entitled, fame-grubbing socialite lies in the hands of fate and the walls of Nicky Hilton‘s uterus.
Listen, I don’t really mind Nicky Hilton. In fact, I don’t think it’s crazy to say that she’s the most palatable of all Hiltonry. Basically, Nicky spends her time looking surly in large peacoats around NY and doing stuffy British things with her uber-wealthy European husband James Rothchild. Already, she’s one-upping Paris Hilton who still thinks it’s 2003 and Conrad who has mental breakdowns on the reg. Barron? Probably doesn’t exist. His wikipedia page looks fake as hell.
Anyhow, Nicky is pregnant and in her, the Hilton’s only legit hope for an heir. I’m not discounting the possibility that there are little secret Hiltons running around who in 5-10 years come out of their woodwork, their mantis-like features revealing their true genetic makeup. BUT, I am saying that Nicky’s married, her husband is dreamy and it’s just the kind of thing Kathy Hilton imagined herself when she’d be thinking of her future and doing photo shoots with Nancy Reagan. People reports:
“Nicky is very excited to become a mom,” an insider tells People. “She is feeling great!”
The pair were recently spotted browsing at Pottery Barn Kids at The Grove in Los Angeles.
Says the insider, “They’ve just begun telling close friends and family. Nicky and James are over the moon!”
How many times do you think Paris called Nicky in that Pottery Barn, hoping to be godmother? I’m gonna say 5. Also, I’m making a Hilton Rothchild baby name bracket, with “Nigel,” “Henry” and “Isabella” as my top three. You want in on this? Yeah, you want in on this.