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Italicized Text: Singing

(Tori's POV)

"Be a good girl, Leila!" I shouted toward my daughter in the car. My little 5 year old waved at me and I waved back. Her little coco brown eyes glistened in the sunlight. She's so cute. She disappeared into the crowd of kindergarteners. I sighed. A year after André and I were married, we became a duet group and called ourselves Tandré due to the ship name from our fans. We have our own recording studio and we have been quite successful. Now our daughter, Leila Helen Harris, goes to the newest elementary school in LA, Hollywood Arts Elementary. I know! It's awesome that our wonderful school has an elementary one! Even a junior high Hollywood Arts! I tried avoiding people look at me or else I'll have a fan group of five year olds waiting for my autograph. I even told Leila to keep me and André a secret so people don't know we're one of the biggest hit in California. I drove Leila to school because she missed the bus and because if she arrived there in our limo, we would be revealed. I pulled my windows up and drove off to Tandré recording studios.

Darling you belong all to mee!

"Stop!"

André and I stood still in our poses until we waited for the director's instructions.

"And cut!"

My husband and I relaxed out of our poses and stretched our backs.

Dylan, the director, "All right! This music video is done!"

The entire crew clapped and cheered. I smiled in relief that we were done.

"Break time! And since we got the video over with, we need to start rehearsing for our first live concert in San Diego!"

We all said something in agreement, but I really felt tired about the whole deal. We as a duet do a good job but a hard one! It's really stressful. Not only that, we have more music writing, editing, and recording to do. And then I have to go buy some more milk. And then I gotta pick up Leila and then send her to Rachel's house (AN: Rachel is the daughter of Bade and Leila's best friend) for a sleep over and then I can finally go back home and rest. Oh god being a mother and a popular pop star is difficult.

Just take my hand, baby!

The music faded with our singing as the mic took in our voices for our lips. Dylan and his assistant cut the music off from outside the recording room.

"Alright! Mr. and Mrs. Harris, you two are free to go!"

Me and Dré took the headphones off and left the recording room. My husband wrapped his arm around my waist and asked, "Wanna get some sushi at Nozu?"

I sighed, "Sorry honey I gotta pick up Leila and send her to Rachel's for a sleepover."

I turn around in his arms and link my arms around his neck, "Besides Mrs. Lee hates me for her daughter in Jade's play incident remember?"

He replies, "But she loves celebrities, so you have easy access now."

I shook my head, "It's okay. I'm not in the mood for sushi anyway."

André asks, "Do you want me to pick up Leila instead?"

I widen my eyes in happiness, "Really?"

"Mhm I got time, honey. Besides you look like as your crazy sister had another head cold and barely got any sleep!"

I chuckle, "Alright I gotta go. I need to select an outfit for Leila's solo concert."

André nodded and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "See ya."

"Bye."

He broke away and we walked in opposite directions. I forgot to tell y'all about this solo concert. Leila is singing at HA Elementary's Solo Concert in two weeks and she needs a somewhat formal dress. So off to Macy's I go.

"Well?" I ask her for an opinion. Leila spun in the dress I got for her. It was a red color with a little black flower on the waist. Leila smiled brightly at me.

"I love it Mommy!" she exclaims, "it's going to be perfect for the concert!"

I smiled and felt a hand snake on my shoulder, obviously knowing who it was.

"You look cute Leila!" André commented.

"Thanks Daddy!" she says. I looked at my husband then back at my daughter, noting how similar the two of them looked. The only difference I could note was Leila had inherited my brown wavy hair. And probably the same eye color.

"Alright did you pack everything for Rachel's?" I asked.

"Uh huh. Is it already time to go?"

"Yep, go get dressed and Mommy will send you."

She nodded and headed up the large stairs of our mansion. The mansion from our successful work as stars.

André asked, "Can't we just ask the chauffeur to take her?"

I added, "Jack is sick so I'll send her."

He nodded, "Man aren't you a busy woman!"

"You have no idea, André."

Jade answers the door and first thing she says is, "Hey Leila, and Hi Vega."

"It's Harris now, Oliver. Has been for 6 years. You were at my wedding with André remember?"

Jade rolls her eyes and lets Leila in, "Alright, so when are you picking Leila up again?"

"10:00 tomorrow morning."

"Don't you have work at 10?"

"It's Friday Jade, tomorrow will be Saturday."

Jade thinks for a moment, "Oh right, actually I wanna ask, do you wanna day off with André?"

"I would love one, but it's a rare occasion."

"Well if it's okay I can take care of Leila for another day or two so you get a chance with André."

I shake my head, "No it's okay. I don't want to cause trouble, Jade. But thanks."

"No it's not a bother, besides Rachel wants to go to Chuck E Cheese's tomorrow. I bet Leila would want to come along."

"But-"

"C'mon Tori Harris! I ship Tandré as well!"

I give a shocked look. Jade ships Tandré?! I bite my lip and think for a moment. Jade maybe was the scariest girl at HAHS(AN: I'm guessing you figured this but if you don't know HAHS is Hollywood Arts High School), but then again she's a good mother. A great mother that probably still has drawers full of scissors. Jade would never use them like that though.

"Alright," I huff, "Thanks."

"Pick Leila up at 9:00 pm Sunday," Jade said, "and now you have the rest of the weekend off to yourselves, Tori Ve-I mean Harris."

I smiled and turned away back to my car, but then adding before Jade closed the door, "Wait!"

"Hm?"

"Just letting you know, I ship Bade."

Jade smiled and said, "I know, many do."

She closed the door and I hurried back into my Camary-to-make-me-look-like-a-average-person-rather-than-one-of-the-biggest-hits-in-California before any paparazzi or fans could see me. You don't know how tiring the fans of Tandré and our music can be.

It was 10:00 when I got home. I forgot to get milk from the store and I had to go to like 4 stores in search of 2% milk since it apparently is rare. I don't know. I sigh as I close the fridge and put the milk inside. I trudge, my heavy footsteps causing echos in the empty house. Our maids and servants left after finishing work. So now it's just me and André, and a whole weekend to ourselves. I plop down on the couch, my body sinking the velvet couch. I rested my head against the pillow and sighed. Work work work. I love my job but it's very tiring. I closed my eyes and got distracted almost to sleep. Until I felt warm lips press my forehead.

"Someone's obviously tired," André says, my eyes still closed.

I huff, "It couldn't be worse."

"Oh yeah it could."

I open my eyes and looked at my husband curiously while he's looking down at me by the edge of the couch. I said, "Really?"

"Yeah, I'm not kidding."

I shrug and close my eyes again, "Whatever it's not like I want it worse."

He chuckled then picked me up and carried me. His strong arms so muscular and trustworthy, doubt of him dropping me. He walked his footsteps a steady rhythm as I listened. After a few seconds, I felt him place me down on familiar fabric and pillows.

"Better?" he asked my eyes still closed.

I nod.

André chuckled, "C'mon don't sleep on me now."

I open my eyes in a smile. I saw my husband looking down at me happily, his chocolate lips curving upward into a sweet smile. I pulled him onto the bed with me and kissed him. He didn't hesitate to kiss back at all. Our kiss started passionate and furious. Our lips grinding against each other powerfully and with all our lust and love. I felt his tongue snake it's way without my permission into my mouth. I shoved mine in revenge, releasing a low growl from his lips. I wanted to bring us closer. I wanted every inch separating us to disappear. Our tongues kept fighting endlessly for domination. Our lips trying to stay together as long as possible. I felt Dré's hand slide up my shirt and to the clasp of my bra...

(André's POV)

Finally. A whole 6 months of no sex, and I can finally hold Tori in my arms. I've always wanted to just get closer to her, but with Leila around, I don't want to give my daughter terrible images. As our lips clashed in a heated exchange or passion and fury, I trailed my hand up her shirt and found my way to my wife's bra clasp. I undo it and pull it off Tori. We get rid of each other's clothes quickly...

I pounded Tori harder, her moaning a pleasant response at the change in speed. I bit my lip, as I kept her legs apart. 6 months and she's so fucking tight. God it makes me wanna fuck her more. Tori fisted the bed sheets tightly and let out all her pleasure through her moaning and whimpering. 6 months she's been waiting for this to come again. I smiled. She's so damn hot. Her breathing became more and more ragged as we continued farther and farther, bringing us closer and closer. I came unexpectedly, my seed bubbling it's way inside my wife's womb. She followed soon, her orgasm stimulating a loud moan. I collapsed next to my wife on the bed, panting heavily in search for my breath. I closed the distance between the two of us and pull her into a passionate hug.

"You're on birth control right?"

She giggles, "Yeah."

"My god I just wanna do this more. But I don't want to give Leila terrible nightmares of us fucking."

Tori chuckles, "Don't worry about Leila for tomorrow and Sunday."

I look at my wife curiously, "She's gonna be home with us tomorrow though, right?"

She shakes her head, "Jade is willing to take care of her over the weekend so we can have two days to ourselves and also because she ships Tandré."

I widen my eyes after hearing two days to ourselves. Two days I can have Tori without disruption of any kind. Thanks you, Jade Oliver.

"So what plans do you have for tomorrow?" I ask in curiosity.

"I don't know, go to the mall, watch a movie, go on a romantic date. What about you?"

"Two of us in bed for two days."

Tori gives me a look, "Really, Dré?"

"What?! We have to make up 6 months!"

She rolls her eyes, "Whatever we'll see what happens.

She closes herself as she dozes off to sleep in my arms. I smile and peck her forehead. Two days. Just me and Tori.

Alright. Chapter 2 will be the Tandré weekend. And then it will be complete!

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