Finding Home

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Chapter Thirty One

I walked into the theatre room and I opened Hulu on my Roku remote. Hailey and Justin decided to take Kelia tonight. She never objects to going to see her cousins. Tonight I get my husband all to myself with neither of us having work interruptions.

I hope.

Both of our jobs require us to be on call mostly all the time. Even though I plan to spend a romantic lustful day with Matty, I still have to do my research after I pitch my proposal to him.

With Brenda Hampton’s daughter being the showrunner, I’d like to know everything I can about her. If I get any sense that working with her will be stressful then I’m not going to do it. My pregnancy is so important to me and my happiness is so important to me that I’ll drop all of this for them in a second.

I can’t just quit working because I’m feeling lazy. That would set a poor example for my daughter. Matty got right back to work as soon as he was healed from his PTSD. I couldn’t be more proud of him. I might have had to give him a little push forward but he seems happy now. He seems proud of himself and how far he’s come. Screaming and punching the air in his sleep. Cold sweats so harsh causing his entire body to be soaked in an entire layer of sweat. Crying out mine and Kelia’s name thinking he’s back in the woods.

I’m going to use the same technique that Jack used on me. I planned on sucking up to him with a nice grilled piece of chicken with a Cesar salad on the side with a glass of whiskey. He had such a hard two weeks in Arizona. It’s the least I can do as his wife to cook him lunch before I ask him if I should take the job offer.

“What are we watching?” Matty walked in with two plates with sandwiches and chips.

“Well, now my plan is ruined.” I stuck my bottom lip out and sat in a reclining chair.

He sat beside me handing me my plate. I clicked play on the remote. “Plan?”

“Well, I was going to suck up to you and make sure you were happy before I tell you why I was called to the office.”

“Shoot.” he shoved half of his sandwich in his mouth.

“They want me to audition for a new TV show they are trying to air.”

“I thought you wanted to take a break from working?” he finished chewing and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

I chomped on a sour cream and onion chip, “I was. But it seems that’s just not possible in this industry when you’re first starting out.” Jack’s words made me sick to my stomach. “It’s not a bad offer.”

I reached for my briefcase and took out the packet. “What’s the pitch?”

“A pregnant teenager in high school has a baby.” I chuckled at the irony, “You remember that show that was on and poppin’, Secret Life?”

I could tell by the look on his face that he’s trying to hold back his laugh. He’s biting the bottom of his lip as he skims through the packet. “Are you, are you sure you want to do this trying to hide the pregnancy?”

“It’s okay, you can laugh at the irony, I did, too.”

“I’m not going to laugh.” he turned his head away from me. “What’s the problem, why aren’t you taking the offer?”

“I promised I’d take a step back for us, for our family, the wedding.”

“You can’t be serious, babe.” he turned his head back to me and took a bite of his sandwich. “You’re the best wife and mother that anyone could ever ask for. Do you think we’re going to be mad if you do your job? We knew what this line of work came with, I had no objections then and I have no objections now. If you want to take the deal, you should take it.”

“But what about our wedding?”

“We can plan that in any free time that we have. We have all the time in the world.”

“Are you sure?”

“Would I be telling you to take the offer if I wasn’t sure?” he kissed my cheek.

“You don’t even want to just look over the contract, the script? If you find any objection,” please tell me you object, Matty.

His smile dropped from his face and he looked a bit upset with me, “If you don’t want to do it and you want to focus on being a full time mom, then do it. But I’m not going to be the reason you don’t take the offer and someday regret it.”

I didn’t think of it that way. He’s probably right. I’m going to regret not accepting the offer. I know myself too well. He knows me too well. I’ll hate myself for giving up when I have so much to prove to so many people.

“I’m sorry, bub.” I took a bite of my tuna salad sandwich with lettuce and tomato. “I just feel like I’m not spending enough time with Kelia. What if they hate me when they grow up because I focused more to my stardom than them?”

“They won’t. Because you’ll come home every night to tuck them into bed like you’ve promised Kelia. And I’ll be there to remind them that you did it for them.” He tilt his head back and dropped a handful of chips into his mouth then started watching the show. “If you’re going to audition, we should watch and go over your lines if you want.”

“Do you think $655,000 an episode and ten percent royalty is enough?”

“Do you think it’s not enough?” I handed him the contract. “I would talk to Selena about it, she’s been in the line of business for years now.” he started reading the front page of the fine print after he set his plate on the arm of the recliner.

“You’re right.” I pulled my phone out of my sweatshirt pocket and dialed Selena’s contact.

After three rings Selena answered, “Hello?”

“Hey babe, you busy right now?”

“We just dropped the kids off at their moms house and were planning to go to Saddle Ranch for lunch. What’s up?”

“Why don’t you guys save your money and come here for lunch? I’m sure we can whip something up quickly and it’ll be better than having the paps watching you guys. Plus, if you don’t mind I’d like to ask your opinion on something.”

“Babe,” Selena must’ve put her hand over the speaker to lower the sound, “You want to go over to Ki’s and have lunch there?” I heard Trey get overly excited screaming yes in ways that I wouldn’t repeat. “Can we be there in like a half hour? We have to make a quick stop to Costco and then we can be there. Is everything okay?”

“Of course! I just wanted your help looking over a contract for a tv series offer. Plus, I feel like I haven’t talked to you since the night I left Africa. Take your time, are you guys craving anything in particular? We have fresh salmon filets, t-bone steaks.”

“Is Matty grilling or are you?” I heard Trey scream in the background chuckling.

“That depends if Matty feels like grilling,” I looked at him with puppy eyes and my bottom lip stuck out.

He chuckled shaking his head, “Yeah, I’ll go get it started.” he handed me the contract and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room.

“He’s heating the grill now!” I’m so lazy right now. I don’t want to stand at the grill for half an hour grilling meat. “Fish or steak?”

“We’ll take the salmon.” Selena answered for Trey, “Do you need anything while we are out?”

“Don’t worry about a thing, we have it handled. Text me when you’re here, I’ll buzz you in through the back gate.”

“Sweet, talk to you then,” Selena said excited and hung up the phone.

I walked out of the theatre room and walked into the kitchen to pull the freshly cut salmon filets we just bought from the pier. I placed them on a cookie sheet and seasoned the filets on both sides with fine sea salt and freshly ground pepper. I cut three lemons in half and I carried the trays out to the backyard where Matty is standing at the grill with his hand over the metal.

“I guess my sandwich just wasn’t enough,” he pouted and wrapped his arms around me from behind while I sat the cookie sheet on the grill table.

“It was more than enough, we could use some company anyway.”

“Have you talked to Justin or Hailey?” he kissed my cheek.

“Only when she asked if Kelia could come over for the night, why?”

“No reason, Justin wanted to go for a hike tomorrow and he said he wanted to talk.” he rested one hand on my waist and grabbed one of the two filets of salmon laying it gently on the grill top.

“No, I have no idea. Where are you guys going?”

“Bronson Canyon Griffith Park. Do you want to join us?”

“Hiking and pregnancy,” I added the two in my head, “Thanks but no thanks. I’ll do something around the house or find something to do at the office.” I laughed, “I’m going to go change into some shorts. Do you want a beer?”

“I’ll grab the beer, babe. Why don’t you bring Duma out here? It’s nice out.” he placed the second piece of salmon on the grill and shut the lid.

“Alright,” I lightly pecked him on the lips and walked into the house shutting the screen sliding door.

I walked upstairs to our bedroom and I changed into my high waisted black shorts and I threw on one of Matty’s white v-necks. His torso is slightly larger than mine which makes it easier to just steal his clothes when I’m trying to hide my pregnancy from the world. I hate not telling my friends but this needs to remain a secret.

I slipped on my flats with pink daisies on the straps and I walked into the kitchen grabbing a pitcher of freshly squeezed lemonade and enough plates and utensils for all of us. I set the table under the umbrella I poured four glasses of lemonade for each plate.

I felt my phone vribrate in my back pocket and I jogged over to the kitchen to buzz Selena and Trey in. I quickly ran outside and greeted Selena and Trey both with tight hugs, “Welcome, we’ve just finished grilling the salmon. I hope you like beer and lemonade, because that’s what we’ve pulled from the fridge.” I laughed.

“Hey, Ki. How’ve you been?” Trey asked.

“I’m fantastic, my YouTube channel has really been kicking it off. How have you guys been? How are the kids?”

“They’ve been acting like the devil has possessed them.” Selena snouted while holding up two bottles of red wine. “I brought wine! Don’t worry, I know where the glasses are! I’ll help myself.”

I want to drink so bad, but I can’t. And I have no idea how I’m going to tell her that I can’t drink without telling her I’m pregnant. She isn’t stupid.

Selena walked away from Trey and me and we joined with Matty who was grilling cobs of corn, “What’s up, bro?” Matty dapped Trey up.

“Yo, how’s it going?”

“It’s going,” Matty chuckled, “How’s the new album coming along?”

“Dude, I earned a platinum record on that shit. Easy.”

“You want a beer?” Matty walked over to the white Yeti cooler and grabbed two beers offering it to Trey.

“Hell yeah, thanks.” he sat down in front of a plate. Duma walked over to Trey and rested her head on his lap, “Hey, girl. I was wondering where you were.” he started petting the top of her head and she barked while wagging her tail.

“Are you working on anything now?” I enjoy watching my husband bond with my girlfriends significant others. It shows me that he’s willing to give this his all and he’s here with me for this career.

What did I ever do to deserve him?

I walked into the house to see Selena pouring two large glasses of wine, “Slow down, sis. Wine has a way of creeping up on you.”

“We’ve had the kids for two weeks without a single break.” I’m not going to stand here and think horrible thoughts about children but Trey’s kids are a bit of a handful. She started guzzling down one glass and filled it halfway again. “Drink up, girl. We’re having a party.”

“Uh, I’m actually taking a break from drinking. Thank you, though.” I smiled at her, hoping it’ll convince her that I really am just taking a break from alcohol.

She stopped herself from taking a sip from her glass and she set it down on the island. She started skimming my body up and down, crossing her arms across her chest, “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Nope, nothing.” I placed my hands behind my back swinging my feet back and forth.

She lifted an eyebrow at me. It’s scary when she gets like this. “Fine, can you promise not to tell anyone, not a single soul?” I sat down on a bar stool.

“Of course!” she took a sip of her glass of wine. “Who the hell am I going to tell?”

“I’m fourteen weeks pregnant.” I couldn’t help but cheese while the words rolled off my tongue. I had no choice but to tell her. But I’m happy she knows. I know Selena can keep a secret. “Please, you can’t tell anyone, not even Trey. I want to keep it a secret until I can’t keep it a secret anymore.”

“I promise, my lips are shut.” she zipped her lips and pretended to throw away the key walking around the island and wrapping her arms around me, “Oh my gosh! Congratulations, honey!”

“Thanks, we’re pretty excited.” I hugged her back. “We find out if it’s a boy or a girl in a few weeks.”

“Do you think it’s going to be a boy or a girl?”

“Honestly, I feel like it’s a boy.” I outlined my stomach through Matty’s loose shirt.

“Are you going to do a gender reveal?” she walked around the island and finished off one of the glasses of wine and shoved the dirty glass in the dishwasher.

“Eh, I don’t think so. I just want to take it slow this time. Everyone knew my business in high school, I just want to enjoy it this time.”

“Everyone knew your business, elaborate.” she grabbed the two bottles of wine and her half full wine glass.

“Matty . . . was popular, quite popular. When people found out that the star quarterback hooked up with the Christian freshmen and got her pregnant it kind of became the star topic.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Was it bad?” we walked into the backyard and sat at the table.

“Actually, no. It didn’t really bother me except when this bitch, Bianca, would try and get an arousal out of me.” I giggled. “Enough about that, enjoy your meal.” I presented the salmon and neatly stacked cobs of corn.

“What is it that you needed my help with?” Selena used the grill fork to grab a chunk of the brown salmon.

“We can wait until you’re done eating.” I took a sip of my lemonade.

“If we wait until I’m done eating, I won’t be sober enough to help you.” she laughed before taking a huge sip of her wine.

I reached under my computer and I handed her the contract, “The daughter of Brenda Hampton wants me to audition for Amy’s part in Secret Life of the American Teenager. I’m not very familiar with contracts when it comes down to the numbers, so I was wondering if you’d take a look over it and see if anything looks suspicious before I sign it.”

She set the packet next to her plate and started reading it, “Let me read this over,” she slowly chewed on a piece of salmon.

“Why don’t you tell Trey about your YouTube channel?”

“How’s it doing? I know you broke the record with your documentary, I had no idea you were planning on continuing the vlog.” I took a bite of my corn.

“It’s doing extremely well. I’ve just been doing vlogs about my everyday life, hauls, and unboxing videos. Letting everyone see a small glimpse of my life. It’s fun and way less stressful when I can plan what I want to do next.”

“That’s incredible. How many subscribers do you have?”

“Last I checked, I had twenty million. It’s fun, and the audience loves when Matty and Kelia are behind the screen.” Matty placed his hand on my thigh and lightly squeezed it smiling at me.

“And how has work been going for you, Matty? No new cases?”

“I’m actually not going out in the field anymore,”

“Oh, why not?” yeah, this is news to me, too, Trey.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Boss and I talked, and I decided that I’m not ready to be in the field yet. I’m not ready to be away from my family. So for now, I’ll be sitting behind the screens either in office or at home.” I can’t say I’m happy with him for doing this without talking with me about it. But as his wife, I’ll stand by him with whatever he decides to do with his life.

“So, you’ll be home? No more trips?” I saw that Trey was about to talk but I’m just as curious as him.

“Yes, babe.” he chuckled, “It’s just easier being home and close to my friends and family.”

It unfortunately sounds great that Matty isn’t going to be leaving the state anymore. I feel much more comfortable knowing he is going to be home. That he will be here to protect us at all costs now.

“Good for you, are you still going to counseling?” Trey stuffed his mouth with a piece of salmon.

“Once every two weeks. I’ve come a long ways but I still have those days.”

“Let's talk over here, Ki.” Selena grabbed her glass of wine and the contract and walked over to one of the beach beds.

I followed behind her concerned that they’re trying to rip me out of my money. As a female I won’t stand for that and I’ll refuse the job offer while I destroy them on Twitter and Instagram. “What’s up?”

“Everything looks good from my point of view, but I have just one concern.”

“Well state your concern, don’t build up the suspense.” I’m slightly relieved that she only has one concern.

“The salary is a great starting number, for season one. But you mentioned that the show is Secret Life?”

I nodded as she used her finger to point at words on the packet. “In my personal opinion, the royalties number is really low. The show was rated number one on ABC Family’s channel in 2008 as soon as it aired on television, could you imagine how booming it’ll be in 2026?”

“So, what number are you thinking? Why isn’t fifteen enough?”

“Well, like I stated before; the show is going to fucking pop. Not only will Millennials be watching, but so will Generation Z and Generation Alpha. It’s going to be a very popular show, meaning more views, meaning more money. With all due respect, your past is also going to make this show flare up. People are going to be able to tell that you’re digging from home; from your heart. It’s important as a woman that you make sure you get what you’ve earned in this industry. And if the shows explodes like I think it’s going to, then there should be at least five to six seasons depending if they follow the script.”

“Wow. I didn’t even think about that. I was sure Jackie would’ve spoken up. She claimed it was a a deal of a lifetime.” I quoted her in disbelief. Selena has so many points. She could be my manager.

“It is, I just think you deserve more because of who you are as a person and your status. You said her daughter wrote the script, did she specifically request you?”

“Yes.” I rolled my eyes knowing what she’s about to say next and I’m going to agree with her.

“My point is proven, they know that you’re going to make this show blow up. With the past and your present, you’re a big deal. I’d sit down with Jackie and talk with her about this change if I were you. But again, this is just my personal opinion. It’s nothing professional or on the books.”

She handed me the script and wrapped her arm around my shoulders slightly drunk. She took a big sip of her wine glass emptying it for the fourth time.

“Are you sure you should be drinking like that?” I worry about her health knowing her past but she doesn’t like it to be brought up.

I’m just a friend looking out for a friend.

“I’m fine, really. I’ve been home a lot since I’ve taken a break from acting and I’ve had so much time at home writing that I’ve driven myself stir crazy.” she chuckled.

A lightbulb literally went off in my brain. “I’ll talk to Jack and I’ll kill the audition if you’ll be my onboard stylist and assistant.”

She needs to get out and away from the kids. She needs adult time where she can talk about adult things and have time in a space where she won’t be interrupted. I’ll be more than happy to allow her to write and practice her vocals in my dressing room.

She needs this. We need this. We can grow closer and I can be there for her when she needs me. Literally. It’ll be like home for her, but she won’t be performing in front of the cameras. She will be behind them.

“Like, hang out with you on set all day and not work?” she slowly stood up from the bed.

“I’ll pay you, whatever you want. Just say a number and Jackie can get you set up on payroll. It could be fun.” I wrapped my arm around her waist because I could tell that the wine had snuck up on her.

At first her face was blank as she stared at the ground but a huge smile formed on her face, “Yeah, that could be fun! When do we start?”

“I have to have the contract signed and turned in by Monday night. Auditions are Wednesday.” I sat her down in the seat beside Trey and she poured herself another half cup of wine.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is great, I’m going to take the offer.” I kissed Matty on the cheek, “What were you two talking about?”

Matty glanced at Trey with a smirk, “Fantasy football. What offer?”

“Auditions to play a pregnant teenager in high school.” I gloated at the irony.

“. . . oh. Well, that isn’t going to have conflict with you-,” he didn’t even want to finish his own sentence. I don’t blame him. It’s a weird subject to even speak about.

“Yes, well—no. My life wasn’t anything like Amy’s, my family disowned me except for my brother and his girlfriend. She had a family who loved her. But it’s okay because I had Matty.”

“Wow, that’s so romantic.” Selena blurted out before laughing.

Trey took the bottle from the table and placed it beside him on the concrete ground, “That’s enough for you today.”

“Babe! Ki offered me a position to be her stylist and assistant on set if she gets the role. How cool is that?”

“I was thinking you could get some writing done while I’m on the set,” I suggested.

“Keep adding onto this dream and I’m going to have to marry you.” she rested her hand on top of mine across from the table.

“What are you guys doing today? Anything fun, now that the kids are at their mom's?” I took a bite of my salmon.

“Yes and no, I wanted to go to Malibu beach,” Trey answered.

“I was thinking I could go over some lines with Ki, then we could go? Lets say an hour just to be safe.” Selena kissed Trey on the cheek.

“Are you ever planning to get back in front of the camera?” Matty asked Selena sipping on his Budweiser.

“I don’t know yet. I have enough money to last me a lifetime and I have Trey now. I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes. I have to wait for the right opportunity.”

“When did you become such a inspirational saint? What’s going on?” Matty chuckled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just wine drunk.”

Matty shook his pointer finger at her and rested his arms on top of each other on the tabletop. “Uh, uh. I’ve seen you wine drunk, you get lazy and fall asleep instantly. I profile people for a living, you think that I can’t see that you two are hiding something?”

Where did this take a turn? My pants are hot and my stomach is filled with butterflies. Seeing Matty use his authority is a major turn on for some reason and I have no clue as to what it can be. His assertivness? The way he spoke? Or how he could tell that something was up and I didn’t.

If this is how he finds bad people then I say job well done. He took my breath away.

Selena lightly laughed, “Should we tell them?”

“Oh, you’re going to tell us,” Matty assured her with a sincere smile. I know he’s being friendly but the aggresivness behind it looks amazing from where I’m sitting.

“Fine, we just bought an island and we don’t know what we want to do with it.” Trey sat up straight in his chair and took a sip of his beer, “How about we keep this profiling shit away from get together’s?” he laughed with Matty, “That was fucking nice though, not going to lie.”

“Scared me a little bit, I’d hate to be the person on the other side of the interrogation room.” Selena snipped at him with sarcasm.

“What are you guys going to do with an island?”

“We aren’t sure, yet. We have a few ideas, but we aren’t certain yet.” Selena answered me.

I’m happy for them. But an island. Why? For a private getaway?

“Lay them on me. You helped me out, it’s the least I can do to help you.” I want to know what they are up to.

“Well, we’re stuck between three ideas, really. You know the Spectabilis Island that has been up for grabs since 2020?”

“I heard that it wasn’t habitable and the last owners didn’t know what to do with it.”

“We’re thinking we could stock the ecosystem and make an animal preservation island to allow them safety. We’d have our own house there, because the kids will whine to get there until we give in. Or the other two options we narrowed it down to was to make it into a theme park of the kids favorite rides and open it up to the public, or just own it for a private getaway.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s so helpful.” They won me over when they pitched the first idea to me. “If you were to go with idea number one, would you have housing for friends and family if they want to take a girls weekend to the island?”

“Of course,” she slurred her words excited with where I’m going with this idea.

“Then the answer is obvious, you’re helping nature all while you have your own mansion to live in and an escape route for you and your family.” I watched her glance at Trey with a begging smile on her face. I knew she’d love my idea. She would love it if Taylor, herself, and me could go there just for a weekend getaway.

He rubbed the top of his head, “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” he pointed at me chuckling, “You, too, over there.”

Great minds think alike, Trey. I don’t know what to tell you.

“I’ll call my contractor and we can get started with the blueprints before we go to Malibu.”

“Thanks, babe.” she kissed him aggressively on his cheek, “This is going to be fun.”

I love watching them together. Justin hurt her so bad and she didn’t think she was worthy of a friend or a boyfriend. She spent her days in the studio and at home unless she was dragged along with a group of friends to third wheel.

“How’s the wedding planning going? I know a great wedding planner if you want her information.” Selena wrapped her fingers with Trey’s.

“I think I want to plan it all with Kelia, Matty, and myself. Thank you, though. As for the planning; we haven’t even started. We were thinking of flying the RSVP’d to Hawaii and just having something small.”

“Do you have a date set?”

I glanced at Matty realizing we never actually agreed upon a certain date, “A year from now?” Matty suggested.

“Make it a year and a half and we’ll have the island set up so you can fly everyone out to our island.” Selena offers too much. She has such a kind heart.

“We couldn’t ask you to rush your project, that’s a sweet offer but take your time, guys. I want it to look extravagant.”

“Please, you did so much for Selena and you’re practically the reason as to why we got together in the first place. You helped us realize that what we needed was standing right in front of each other at that party. Please accept her offer, it’ll mean the world to us.” Trey was practically begging for me to take the offer. “Just a year and a half, we’ll have everything you need.

“Fine,” Matty answered for the both of us. “Under one condition, though. Otherwise, it’s off the table.”

“Present yourself,” Selena grabbed the unopen bottle of wine and took a sip straight from the bottle. Rule number one, girl. Never drink from the bottle.

“You have to be one of my groomsmen.”

“And you have to be one of my bridesmaids,” I added to Matty’s statement.

“It’s a done deal.” Trey stuck his hand out for a handshake from Matty.

I stood up and hugged Selena over the table, “Thanks, sis. This means a lot. I’ll start planning in my free time.”

“The first thing you want to do is get the save the date invitations out.” I heard someones phone ding from a text message,

“I’ll get on that today and I’ll text you when we have an exact date picked out.” I sat down in my chair and saw Trey texting on his phone.

“Shit, Kyle left his inhaler in the car and he can’t find his emergency one. We have to dip, but text me with any details you happen to come up with tonight so I can let my contractor know our deadline.” Trey slipped his black leather jacket over his shoulders and flapped the neck to fix the collar.

“Is he okay?” Selena grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip from the bottle. “Sorry, we’re going to have to go over your lines some other time.”

“Are you good to drive?”

“I only had half of a beer,” Trey chuckled, “He’s fine. His mother is just bitching up a storm.”

“Ew, bitter baby moms.” I joked and everyone started laughing. “Good luck, and I’ll get the invititations made tonight.”

Trey was practically carrying Selena to the car with just one arm wrapped around her waist. Within seconds they were pulling out of my driveway and racing down the road in his white Jaguar.

“So, we have a location for our wedding.” Matty looked a bit confused with what just happened. I’m just as confused as him but now I don’t have to worry about the perfect location.

“Yep,” now that I have a venue picked out, I feel like I can actually start picturing my wedding.

I have all day and night to sit down with Matty and go over wedding plans. Kelia wants to help, but I think it’d be best to get her opinion after we’ve narrowed it down to a few choices. I’m sure she will approve of it anyway. She just really wants to be a flower girl.

“What do you say we go relax in the jacuzzi for a bit before it starts to rain then we can do some wedding planning? Justin texted and asked if Kelia could join them on a weekend resort to Disneyland. I said it was cool but I would run it by you first.” Matty sat me down on his lap and rubbed his hand on my bare back in soft circles.

“Um, yes.” I walked over to the shed to turn the jets and to turn up the heat and I started undressing myself into my undergarments.

“Don’t you think you should put a swimsuit on instead of just stripping out here in public?” Matty pulled his shirt over his head and smirked at me, “I think I’m fine in our backyard with my FBI agent husband in the room.”

I stepped up the latter to enter the jacuzzi. I sat in a corner seat knowing that thy shoot out the most pressure. I heard Matty chuckle at my statement and I couldn’t help but smile at his happiness.

I get this weekend to myself to go over what I want with the script. I get to spend the weekend with my husband knowing that he won’t be leaving the state anytime soon. And I get to do whatever I want without kids being around to catch us doing anything we shouldn’t be doing.

I walked into the office room and grabbed the laptop from the desk and I walked out into the living room laying my head on Matty’s groin and he watched television.

If Matty and I are going to get any wedding planning done tonight before dinner then we ned to gain enough power to keep our hands off each other. Watching him use his profiling skills just turned me on so much I had to scratch the itch. Three times, to be precise.

Wedding planning can go one of two ways. We hate every part about this and hire someone to finish the job or we love the time spent with each other and will embrace the process of it all.

I hate that my friends are always doing things for me even though I never return a favor. They’re always giving handouts and I have to find a way to repay them all back. At least I can say I chose the right friends who will help me when in need.

“What are you doing?” Matty rested his arm in the crease of my neck and continued watching television.

“I kind of want to do some wedding stuff.” I opened safari and went straight to Google.

Matty groaned dramatically and playfully tightened his grip on my neck causing me to laugh hysterically. “Fine, what are we doing?”

“According to this Brides website, the first thing we need to do is set a budget and stick to it. I’m open for ideas seeing as money isn’t a real issue.” I opened a Word document so I can organize everything accordingly.

“My mom and dad already gave me a check for $500,000 to go towards the wedding. Half of of to go towards the honeymoon and the other half to go towards the wedding.”

“I haven’t even thought about where we should go,” I said covering my face from embarrassment. I’ve been home for a few weeks now and I haven’t even given our wedding a thought let alone our honeymoon.


“How about Greece? I heard that Peloponnese is nice during the summer.” Matty grabbed the remote and changed the channel and grabbed the Xbox controller.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. You remember when we used to see those pictures on facebook and everyone used to share it trying to get their friends to match on the price?” I chuckled. What a generation to grow up in.

“Let’s say our budget is $500,000, does that seem a bit extreme?” I looked at the television screen to see him playing GTA6.

“That doesn’t seem too extreme at all.” I typed on the keyboard in my Word document. “Do you have any objection to having the wedding outside?”

“Like, in the woods?”

“Kind of, I thought we could include nature into the theme. It’d be awesome to be able have it outside under the sun.”

“The lighting for the photographer would be clear enough so there won’t be much editing.”

“Okay. What about July fourteenth?”

“We don’t want to be out in the sun during that time of the year. By the time you start walking down the aisle everyone is going to sweating through their nice clothes. How about June seveneteeth?”

“Alright, so we’re agreed on June seventeenth?”

“I’m cool if you’re cool.” a clip of the story mode started playing so he set the controller on his thigh and started rubbing his thumb on my cheek lightly. His touch is so soft and it gives me goosebumps. I want to jump his bones but I promised Selena that we would get some stuff done so when they meet with their contractor they could have a game plan.

“Great, then it’s settled. Our wedding ceremony will be on June seventeenth.” I closed the laptop and texted Selena on our decided date.

Now that we have a date in motion, it has me feeling exhilarated. I won’t be pregnant when I walk down the aisle to marry the love of my life, again. This means I’ll need to purchase my dress a little later than anticipated, but I can’t wait to drag Maria along with me to go dress shopping. I want a champagne pink colored dress that shimmers under the sunlight. I want the train to follow behind me as I walk down the aisle with my arm interlocked with my father.

I’d love to ask the girls if they’d want to tag along but I could never put Selena and Hail’s in that type of predicament. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. It’d be a catfight waiting to happen.

So, it’ll be Kelia, Maria, and myself going dress shopping.

“What’s next?” he started playing the game again.

“Now, we make our save the dates.” I’ve been lowkey excited to do this. Making the save the date invitations is the most important part in my eyes.

If we are going to have the wedding outside in the middle of nature, then we should include a broidery of vines and leaves as an outline. I want the font to be a beautiful cursive. I want mine and Matty’s name at the top of the invitation as we are proud to be doing this with everyone who is invited.

I wanted to invite so many people. Every intern who has helped me in dress rehearsals and every makeup artist that I’ve come into contact with. I wanted to make sure the world saw our wedding so that I could prove to everyone that I won the guy and I won the better life. People back home would kill to be in my position. Instead, they’re all back home watering their lawns on a certain schedule set up by the mayor.

But here; I’m living my best life. I got Matty, I got our children, I got my dream house, I got everything. I won.

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