by Lisa Suzanne
Tears fill my eyes as I see the point of her story before she gets to it. I know where this is leading, and I have to admit, I love hearing her love story.
“I have a second story. There was once a girl who had a crush on her best friend’s older brother. One day she showed up out of the blue at his hotel in Vegas. He was instantly smitten.”
I can’t help a small smile at that.
“He was a famous rock star now,” she continues, “but deep down, he was still the same sweet, caring, genuine guy he always was. He was single. She was single. But neither of them wanted to be single. All they talked about that night in Vegas was how they were both meant to be in a relationship...and they had no idea at the time that they were meant to be in a relationship with each other.”
She gives me a pointed look.
“They woke up the next morning somehow married with no memory of the night before. His band’s manager had the wicked smart idea to keep them married for a reality show, but deep down, the manager, who was sort of like a fairy godmother, knew there was more to it than just for some show. She knew that together, they had the potential to be the happiest they’d ever been. That pretend marriage somehow became a reality, and then the girl sat in a hotel room awaiting test results to see if what turned into love for the two of them turned into something more...something that could be the greatest gift of all.”
I giggle when she calls herself a fairy godmother and tear up again as I hear my own unlikely love story. It seems like it’s too good to be true, but it’s exactly how it happened.
Only, truth be told, now I’m thinking about what that little stick says, and Kylie promised to keep my mind off it while we waited. “That’s not a distraction,” I say, and just as the final word leaves my mouth, her timer beeps.
She holds up her phone with a look of pretentious superiority. “I think it worked.” She stands up and bounces on her toes a little. “Now go get your results. I’m dying over here.”
I can’t help my giggle through my tears.
“Do you want me to come in with you?”
I shake my head. If I’m going to be a mother, I’m going to have to be the strong, independent woman I know I am. “I need to do this alone.”
She nods, and I walk slowly toward the bathroom. I place both palms on the marble countertop for a minute. I stare at myself in the mirror. I look the same as I did yesterday, or a week ago, or two months ago...but I’m different.
I’m a totally different woman than I was before I stepped foot inside Adam Wilson’s hotel room in Vegas, and now I might not just be a wife...I might be a mom, too.
The thought overwhelms me.
I draw in a deep breath, and I pick up the stick.
I hold it in my hands for a few beats before I flip it over.
Two pink lines clear as day stare back at me.
My head feels woozy and my stomach does somersaults as the truth hits me for the very first time—the real truth, not the what-ifs.
I’m pregnant.
I’m going to be a mom.
Adam and I are going to have a baby.
CHAPTER 50: EMILY
I walk in the front door of the home I share with Adam, but I’m all alone.
I was so sick in Chicago that I asked if I could just go home. I was going to come home in two weeks anyway to make final preparations for our wedding, so it’s really just two extra weeks away from him.
Besides, I have a secret, and I’ve already decided when I’m telling Adam.
The only problem? That date is still four weeks away.
But I can’t think of a more special gift to give Adam at our official wedding reception than a baby.
I still can’t quite believe it. Apart from feeling sick and exhausted all the time, I don’t feel pregnant. There isn’t any movement or anything like that yet.
And I guess that’s normal. I’ve been searching the internet nonstop for days about every single question I might possibly have. Sometimes the answers scare the hell out of me, and other times they reassure me. But regardless, it sounds like while every pregnancy is different, there are still lots of people with the exact same questions I have.
I make an appointment to see my doctor as soon as I get home, and then I turn off my mic pack and strategically place a black sheet over every camera lens in my home. It’s not like the cameras will care what I’m doing in my own home by myself without Adam around anyway.
But just in case, I did clear it with him before I covered them.
It’s just me.
I can lie on the couch in my underwear if I want to now.
And honestly, who wants to wear pants in their own home all the time?
Not this girl, that’s for sure.
Once I unpack my duffel bag with the essentials since my luggage cart is stuck on the bus until the band returns, I collapse on the couch sans pants with two notes I found inside my bag.
I open the one marked READ FIRST, and Adam’s familiar handwriting is an immediate tranquility in the rough sea of being apart.
Emily,
The next time I see you, we’ll be less than twenty-four hours from renewing our vows. This time, though, we’ll both mean them. I love you. We’ve had health and sickness already. We’ve had good times and bad. We’ve forsaken all others. I can’t wait to continue honoring the vows we made on the night we can’t remember, and I can’t wait to remember everything about this time with you.
I love you.
Adam
Tears fill my eyes at the sentiment. I miss him already, and it’s only been a few hours since we parted.
I open the second note.
Because I already miss you, I filled this one with extra love, hugs, and kisses. Take one whenever you need it.
It’s beyond cheesy, but it’s also the sweetest note I’ve ever read.
I stare at the note for a few minutes, and then I pull the one with kisses closer to my heart. I can almost feel his arms wrapping around me.
I luxuriate in that feeling for a while before I call my best friend.
“How the hell have you been?” Amber answers.
I can’t help a laugh. I haven’t talked to her in weeks, and that’s how she answers. “Sick, actually. I think I got food poisoning on the road,” I lie.
“Gross. But according to my brother, it’s pretty common when it comes to life on the road.”
“I think I was getting carsick and it just made it all worse, so I came back home.”
“You’re home?” she asks.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Will invited me to hang out since I have the next four days off. I was excited to spend some time with you. But if you aren’t gonna be there, I don’t know if I want to go.” She sounds hesitant, and that’s unlike her. She’s confident nearly to a fault, which only tells me things are getting serious between her and Rascal...something no one ever saw coming.
“Come hang out with me before you leave.”
“I can swing by before my flight. I take off in a few hours for Milwaukee. You ready to show off that new place of yours? I’ve been dying to come by and see it.”
“Yes,” I say. “Come on over.”
I force myself up off the couch to find some pants, and then the doorbell rings a little while later. When I let Amber in, she squeezes me in a hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, and now we’re actually sisters. It shouldn’t be that way.”
“You’re right. Let’s start with a tour and then lay on the couch and gossip until you have to go.”
She laughs. “Yes! That sounds perfect.”
I take her through every room of the house, pointing out the furniture Anna Biltmore, designer to the stars (or designer to Adam and me, at least), helped me pick out. And once we’ve analyzed every piece of furniture and every decoration, we collapse together on the couch.
“How are things going with you and Rascal?” I ask, and her cheeks flush. “That good?”
She giggles. “Really
, really good.”
I feel like that’s all I’ve gotten out of her over the last few weeks. “I need details, girlfriend.”
She sighs a little dreamily. “I…I’m in love with him. He’s just...he’s so funny and impulsive and stupid. I calm his crazy and he ignites mine. We’re a total opposites attract story and the more I’m with him, the happier I am. And God does he have a nice body. You’d never guess it but...” She trails off and stares off into space.
I snap a finger in front of her, and she seems to come to.
I’ve known Amber since we were ten and I have never seen her like this. “Wow.” It’s all I can think of to say. “Where’d you just go?”
“To the bedroom, actually. He’s, like, ridiculously good in bed.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Rascal?”
“William Rascowicz. Yes. He has incredible abs and strong arms and the perfect nook on his chest and...” she pauses and holds her hands at least a foot apart to indicate the size of something. She looks at me and nods. She’s never really been shy about sharing the finer details of her conquests, so why should this be any different? “He’s big, Em. Like huge. And he really knows how to use it. He just somehow fulfills every need. Physical, sexual, emotional, spiritual. It’s crazy, and I never would’ve believed it if you would’ve told me even a month ago, but that night you two got married, something changed between us.”
“Why’d he cut his hair?” I ask.
She shakes her head and smiles. “That’s a secret we’re taking to our grave. And now, I must change the subject. How are things with you and my brother?”
I blow out a breath and my shoulders drop. “We’re in a really, really good place, Amber. We’re giving our marriage a real shot.” I throw air quotes around the word marriage. “I love him. I’ve always loved him. And he loves me.”
Amber tosses her arms around me aggressively, and I’m a little worried about the baby. “I’m so happy for you. Really and truly.”
“Thank you. Now let me write a note to my hubby for you to take along.”
I scribble a note for Adam filled with my own extra love, hugs, and kisses, and I send it along with Amber to deliver.
And then I get to work on planning the finishing touches of our upcoming wedding.
CHAPTER 51: ADAM
I haven’t seen my wife in almost a month.
She was so sick in Chicago that she asked if she could just go home for a while. Of course I agreed, and she thought maybe it was carsickness from the bus that made her feel so bad.
When she told me that, I told her it was only four more weeks. Four weeks until this tour was over. Four weeks until the day that would officially mark our marriage as real. Four weeks until we could be together...and four weeks I didn’t want her feeling sick on the road. Besides, she was going to head home the last two weeks of this tour for final wedding prep anyway.
After the debacle with Mitch, who, by the way, is currently out of jail on bond as he awaits his punishment for embezzling money from us, we knew we needed someone to handle our finances full time. We hired Emily, and she’s doing the accounting thing for MFB from home. Kylie emails her the information from each show, and she balances the books before sending back the data. She’s also been working as my virtual assistant since she’s not with me in person, handling my emails and my calendar in general, texting me appointments, and making sure I’m always where I need to be.
We talk every day, usually multiple times a day. Sometimes we text, sometimes we FaceTime, and sometimes we just pick up the phone and have a regular call.
The last month on the road has been hell.
I miss her with a ferocity I didn’t know I could feel for another person.
Even though I’ve been away from her, I’ve managed to fall harder and harder for her. And that’s why I booked us a honeymoon.
She wanted to consummate somewhere tropical back when Rascal had taken video footage of our wedding night, somewhere like Hawaii, and so I’m granting her that wish.
When I walk into our house after six weeks on the road, I have to admit that it feels good. I’m not walking into the house I used to share with the other members of MFB, which sometimes felt more like a fraternity house than a real home. I’m walking into the home I share with my wife, and it feels...relaxing.
Despite the wedding prep that has taken over my living room.
“Em?” I yell. “I’m home!”
I find a pile of mail on the counter and start flipping mindlessly through it as I wait for my wife. A few beats later, I hear her voice. “I’m in the bedroom!”
I abandon the mail and grab my duffel bag to bring it with me.
When I get to the bedroom, I find my wife lying on the bed waiting for me.
Completely naked.
God, I love her.
I lick my lips and drop my bag by the door, and then I run to the bed and attack.
She giggles as I grab her up in my arms and kiss her like I haven’t seen her in months. It certainly felt like it. I don’t waste any time as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I let it go with a loud pop, and she giggles some more.
“I missed you,” I say to her tits, and then I bury my face between them. She places her hands on the back of my head and holds me there.
“I know you’re talking to my boobs, and they missed you, too. Almost as much as I did.”
I sit up a little and smile. “I missed you, too.” I kiss her again. “It’s so good to be home.” I trail kisses from her mouth down her neck to her stomach, and she squirms as she knows what’s coming next. I move down and lick through her pussy, and it’s like seeing an old friend again. Her taste is a sweet tang on my tongue, and I can’t get enough of her. I suck and I lick, I explore with my tongue, and I shove in my fingers. Her hips jerk off the bed, and the way her legs clamp onto my ears and her moans fill the room tell me I’m doing this right.
I don’t want to stop. I want to taste her sweetness forever, but she loses control. Her legs tighten like a vise around me, and I lap at her juices until her body starts to calm. I move up the bed and lie by her side, perfectly content to give her the pleasure she deserves, perfectly happy to just be here sharing the same space as her again.
But I also don’t complain when she wants to return the favor. She gets on her knees in front of me and pushes my shirt up to indicate that she wants it off, and I tear it over my head and toss it to the ground. She spends a few beats kissing my abs, and it’s both sweet and sexy at the same time.
And then her fingers trail down. She unbuttons my jeans, reaches in, and grasps my cock. I grunt as I thrust into her hand, and she moves down the bed, pulling my jeans and boxers down. She gets into position, and I stop her.
Instead of a blow job, I want to be inside her. I missed our connection, and I need to feel her...except I don’t have a condom.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, and she nods.
She moves over the top of me and grasps my dick in her hand, and then she aligns my dick and impales herself with it.
Oh sweet Jesus.
I’m gonna lose it.
And fast.
She’s warm and soft with nothing between us. My first thought is panic because we need a condom, but then I think that she’s my wife.
Besides, she told me back in Vegas that she’s on the pill.
I thrust into her as I watch her tits bounce above me. I trail my fingers along her body and allow them to stop on those perfectly round globes while she bounces over me. I brush against her nipples and massage her breasts, and she closes her eyes like it feels so good she can’t even take it.
I can’t take it, either.
I move my hands to her ass and bounce her up and down on me a little faster. She moans and grabs her own tits, and just the sight of that is enough to push me into my release. My balls draw up and everything goes black as I come into my wife.
Her moans turn to shrieks as my release sends her into one of her own, and then we coll
apse side by side on our bed as we try to catch our breath.
“Welcome home,” she says softly, her fingers drawing little circles on my stomach.
“Great to be here,” I say dryly, as if that isn’t the understatement of the century.
I must fall asleep after that because when I open my eyes, it’s dark and Emily is shaking me awake.
“We need to get going soon,” she says.
“Where?” I ask.
“Rehearsal.”
“Oh,” I say. “Right.” In my sex haze, I’d sort of forgotten that our “wedding” is tomorrow.
“Your clothes are in the closet. I’ll be downstairs getting my make-up done.” She leans down for a kiss, and I very nearly pull her down with me for another round in the sack.
But we have somewhere to be, and I won’t let my bride down. Not tonight, and not ever.
CHAPTER 52: EMILY
It feels like a real wedding.
I’ve been prepping for two months now, but with the help of wedding planner to the stars Marcy and, of course, Kylie, who has become one of my closest friends (and still remains the only person who knows I’m pregnant), we’re ready.
I stand in a white dress and stare at the mirror in the bridal room at Piaget in the one minute of alone time I’ve had today. My mom went to go find my dad because Marcy said it’s almost go time.
The terrace where we’ll renew our vows in front of our friends and family overlooks the rolling hills of the vineyard. The scenery is beautiful, and the man I’m doing this with is perfect.
I’m nervous.
I shouldn’t be since we’re already married...and it’s not nerves for the wedding.
It’s nerves for the gift I’m about to give him...the secret I’m about to unveil that will change both our lives.
I’m nervous about how he’s going to react when he finds out.
Keeping this secret has been damn near impossible, but the fact that we’ve been away from each other has helped. I wanted to tell him in person, but I haven’t actually seen him in person to tell him since I flew home from Chicago.
