AN: This story line has been floating around in my head. I started this a few years back but abandoned it. I finally gotten around to finish it. It will have 56 chapters and is a drabble fic loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama. I will try to post 2 to 3 chapter per day. I'm so happy that I have this story completed finally. Enjoy and as always, I don't own anything. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
"I spend at least one day a month doing nothing but making tomato sauce and jarring it." I said as I added the spices into the huge stockpot. "It not only helps out on those afternoons that I'm too busy to make dinner but it also therapeutic for me." I said while smiling into the camera. I have been filming my show Italian with Isa for a year now. I have enjoyed it immensely, finally fulfilling my dream. "I use my tomato sauce for just about everything, from my spaghetti to my lasagna, pizzas and so much more. It's easy to pull out a jar in a bind and reheat along with boiling a pot of noodles." I said as I smiled. I then dumped the noodles into the other stock pot. "When we come back from break, I will show you how to assemble our lasagna." I said as my director yelled cut. The stage hands began their tasks of stirring the food while I take my break.
"Isa, that was really good," came the deep voice of my boyfriend James. I didn't even realize he was there watching me film. He normally didn't come to the studio. He kissed my temple and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks James," I said as I snuggled into him even more.
"Isa, we're back in five," Ben my director said.
"Of course Ben, so James what brings you down here?" I asked him as people were running all around us.
"Can't I visit my beautiful girlfriend while at work?" he asked as he pretended to defend his honor.
"There's a first for everything, huh?" I asked playfully while batting my eyes. He covered his heart,
"You wound me, Isa."
"Isa, we have to restart," Ben said.
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
"Of course, but I thought your father's fundraiser was tonight?" I asked out of confusion. James' father is a New York Senator. He is trying to make a bid for President.
"Oh it is, we'll make an appearance after dinner." I nodded and as quick as he appeared he disappeared.