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Chapter Two(cont)
Josie slowly cut into her hunk of roast beef, trying not to make a mess. Only she squirmed every time blood seeped out of the meat. She took her hands off her utensils and took a deep breath before she reached for them to give the meat one more try. Nope! As soon as her fork sank into the tender morsel, a pool of red blood began forming beneath her meat.
Sam watched her as he put a piece of his own meat into his mouth and chewed. God, the savory juices of the meat mixed with the worchestshire was proving to be a sure treat for his tongue. He cut himself another piece and was about to eat it as well but he burst out laughing instead when he saw his wife push away her dish.
"Honey? Do you want help with that?" he teased her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Josie gave him a defiant look, as though it had been a very big mistake for him to ask her that. "It's just uh~~~I couldn't help but notice you haven't been able to cut your meat."
"M~Maybe I'm not hungry," she boomed, folded her arms and pouted like a little girl.
"N~Not hungry?" he demanded and held his hands on his head as though he had a huge headache. "Josie, honey, we're dining at the Bistro D'orange poisson, only the best steak place in Chicago. And the roast beef is out of this world! Here, try some." He picked up the piece he'd cut and made to look like he was going to put it in her mouth.
She batted his hands away and moped sitting in her seat while Sam hissed at shy she was acting this way as he picks up the tainted piece of beef with his napkin then rolled it up before he used it to mop the sauce residue that had splattered on the pink tablecloth. Then he threw it down and glared at her.
"Want to explain to me why you felt you had to act that way and waste a perfectly good piece of roast beef? I mean if you didn't want to come out then we didn't have to. I would have gladly cooked you anything you wanted at home. I mean I know about the fatigue and weird food urges you get when you're pregnant," he chided her as he took a gulp of the champagne sitting in his glass.
"I never said that I didn't' want to come out here. I just~~~I'm almost thirty. I don't' need you feeding me," she grumbled, staring down at her food.
Sam frowned at her, clearly offended. "Damn Josie, if I had known you would react that way, I would have bothered. I thought you'd be flattered that I feel like we're just gotten marred even after an year has passed. I mean, we used to feed each other all the time," he scowled, his face turning red. Then he abruptly stopped speaking, saying only, "suit yourself," and went back to concentrating on his meal.
Josie raised her head and looked over at Sam as he continued to eat. He was looking extra handsome that night in a light denim crème button own without the t-shirt. His hair was a bit coifed into the James Dean thing and his eyes seemed to have a much shinier spark, only she couldn't judge them because his head was down.
She bit her lip in shame. What had overcome her to make her way the things she'd said? He'd said the meat was practically to die for, now if she could only see the smile to prove it. She dabbed her mouth with her napkin No, she couldn't let the evening go like this.
"Um~~~Sam?" she inquired right when he happened to have a mouthful of lettuce. She heard him choke of his salad. He reached for his glass of water before he looked at his wife to acknowledge her presence. "A~Are you really mad at me?"
Sam stared hard at her for a moment then the hardness dissolved and he was smiling with a raised eyebrow, his eyes crinkled. "No, of course not, Josie. I know today has meant a big change for you and moodiness is understandable."
God, did Josie have the most understanding husband in the world or what? For a second there she'd thought that he was going to scold her like he'd done with his hockey mates.
"So um~~~does the opportunity to have my husband chop up my meat still exist?" she asked, shyly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Yeah, here," he said, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin then reached the dish she was extending out to him. He then picked up his utensils and began sawing into bite-sized pieces, smiling as he did.
Josie watched him concentrate on her food for a few moment, clasping her hands under her chin. This was exactly what she had wanted to be growing up, a wife to someone who let her know everyday that it was he who was lucky to be loved by her. And he'd gone beyond her wildest expectations. From the days they'd met to the day when he'd finally decided to make their union real before God, not a day went by that wasn't perfect. Oh of course she would have preferred not to have had that disaster on prom night but then again that had led to the baseball field even where Sam had so openly conveyed his feelings for her.
She took a good glance around the room. She'd been here only once before, but she was sure the restaurant looked a lot grander today. The white of his walls had a creamy vanilla look as a result of the chandeliers casting just the right amount of light onto the walls. The pink table cloth added a soft touch to the elegant floor that was spread with expensive carpet from Bulgaria. The aroma from the food was nothing short of enticing. And the champagne had to the best she'd ever tasted in Chicago. And having someone special to share the fine dining with was really what made dining there just fine. Face it, Sam was the best asset in the world, which was certainly more than she could say for the last time she'd eaten at this place.
(flashback)
A five years younger Josie came dwaddling into the most expensive restaurant. She began hyperventilating under her Victorian-style dress, complete with bell sleeves, and a full skirt, complete with a beaded bodice, all in a soft pink. But that was the only part of her that even exuded elegance. Her hair was still the boring dull brown in its' low and mundane ponytail, her face make-up free and pasty.
Her disposition was less than perfect, to put it nicely. If only Anita had told her about the news of the new hot guy planning to meet her at the Bistro D'orange Poisson, a little bit earlier than just a few hours ago, like perhaps the day before, or a week ago. Then maybe she wouldn't be so high-strung. Or she was until she'd stepped into this elegant restaurant. Now she was constantly trying to catch her breath as she took in the sights, aroma and sounds that flowed throughout the building that shouted, "rich!" She was sure she'd just heard Mr. Nordstrom call his wife Mrs. Nordstrom.
She was greeted by a waiter who came to attention, one hand behind his back, the other one clutching a menu to his chest.
"May I assist you, miss?" he said in a thick French accent, his eyes closed and his nose upturned snobbishly.
"Actually, I'm meeting someone for dinner tonight," she chittered, trying to look like she had herself put together.
"The party's name?"
"Oh crap!" she stammered to herself. What was the name of the new Sports Editor? "Um~~~can you give me a second?"
"Uh~~~of course," he assured her, but he began to burst out laughing when he saw her get up. "And are you a princess of some kind?"
"Oh, actually this is a halloween costume from three years back," Josie grinned, executing a full circle to show off the ridiculous looking creation. "But it's so elegant you can't tell the difference can you?"
The waiter continued on laughing as she dialed Anita's number, where an equally wired Anita answered the phone, giving her more info than the name of her date, Stephen Mcelvin. She turned off the phone, apologized to the waiter who began guffawing as he led the young naïve Josie across the tables where the formally dressed beautiful people turned to gawk at her.
They came to a pause where Stephen Mcelvin was sitting at a table with a different woman that was definitely not her. She was a beautiful blond in a tasteful blue cocktail dress, currently picking at the cabbage of her steak dinner.
Wait a minute, what was going on?
"Mr. Mcelvin."
Stephen turned around to acknowledge the waiter, looking quite upset about being disturbed.
"Yes sir, may I help you?"
"Um~~~this woman is here to join your dinner," the waiter announced which earned him a glare from his date.
"Y~you're kidding me, right?" he hissed to the waiter, while trying to calm down his steaming date.
The waiter gave him a no-kidding look. He then heard a cry out from the kitchen and quickly went over to find out the problem, leaving Josie standing, dumbfounded.
"So~~~ma'am~~~," he began, addressing Josie but then he paused. "Wait, I know you from somewhere," he said then, and his voice suddenly grew to a whisper as he pondered where he had seen her.
"I~I'm the copy editor at the Chicago Sun Times," she beamed, flattered that she'd been noticed at work.
"Right, right. Now my next question," he said with a nice smile, and Josie felt she was ready to answer anything. Only what he said was far from what she wanted to hear. "What are you doing here? And why did you tell the waiter that you were having dinner with me?"
Josie bit her lip. "Well, Anita told me you were crazy about going out with me tonight, that you thought I was the most beautiful girl in the U.S."
Stephen just stared, thinking of the right thing to say.
"Y~you're kidding, right?" the slender blond chuckled so hard she choked on her food. She then dabbed her face with a napkin as she giggled, "you actually thought the Stephen McElvin would want to go out with you over me?"
"W~well," Josie began. "Yeah."
This sent the girl into another frenzy of giggles. "Oh my God! I can't believe this! For one, I can't believe that you actually thought it was okay to walk out in public with that get up. That thing should only be worn at a Halloween party."
Stephen glanced at Josie with a small smile. Even he thought this date's vocal venom was too much. "Josephina, that's enough. I think she gets it." He turned to the other Josie who was struggling to keep herself together. "Hey, sorry about this. You got all dressed up for me and everthing. Seems Anita was eavesdropping on a conversation that she shouldn't have. It would have prevented this whole mess."
"B~but she heard my name," Josie protested.
"No, she heard my name," the other Josie sneered, "I'm Josephina Gellargiano, Josie Gellar, for short."
Josie's eyes grew wide. Josephina Gellargiano, as in the top reporter on the New York Times? How could she have been so stupid!
"I~I guess I've made a big mistake."
"Y~Yeah, it seems things got mixed up. I~~I do apologize, Josie, but did you really honestly think that I would want to be seen in an opulent restaurant with you, let alone in public?"
Josie's eyes brimmed with tears. "No, I~~~I guess not." And she didn't wait for them to react and ran for the door before she could be humiliated for another moment." (end of flashback)
"Josie! Josie!" Sam called out after he set her plate down at her place. "Honey, snap out of it!" he cajoled her and began clapping his hands besides her when she didn't react.
Finally Josie gasped and her eyes popped open, feeling as though she'd gotten socked in the stomach. Her mouth felt dry and her lips were trembling.
"Josie, sweetheart, are you okay?"
She couldn't move to acknowledge him, it was as if she was frozen. Sam reached over to touch her hand. She immediately felt warm and it spread from the area he touched till it filled her whole body.
"Honey?" he crooned and Josie's eyes lit up when she saw Sam. Sam was looking over at her with his emerald eyes, clouded with worry. "Are you okay, did you have a bad daydream?"
"Uh~~~actually, it was a flashback, you know, about the last time I came out here?"
Sam's mouth became a tight grin. A few days after they'd gotten engaged, Sam had suggested they celebrate at this exact restaurant but he'd opted for something different after she'd told him about the humiliating experience she'd endured with Stephen McElvin. Sam had wanted to punch the daylights out of him then and he looked like he felt the same way now.
"Sam~~~I'm okay. It was a long time ago," she protested to curb the fire growing readily in his eyes.
"Fine. But you do know that you mean more to me than anything, right? Because I'm only a guy and even though I'd like to say I can read your mind, I can't, and I need you to tell me if you feel I'm not appreciating you enough," Sam demanded, looking extremely serious, as though he really would do anything to take away all the pain in her life and make sure it didn't happen again.
"N~No, you're perfect Sam. And I know that's just going to grow each day."
Sam blushed yet again, then kissed Josie. They were still hovering over their food when he broke away and whispered. "Well, if you're back from your trip down memory lane, maybe we should get back to eating before our food turns cold."
They stood there for a moment with their foreheads touching, then they settled back down into their seats and began devouring their food.
Sam watched Josie dip a bite size piece of meat into the dark sauce then took a bit and began chewing. MMM! The meat really was excellent.
Following that minor fight, Sam and Josie continued to enjoy their meal, well, enjoyed their company more or less. They talked about tomorrow's dinner, Josie getting an exclusive and the newest assignment Sam had added to his lesson plan. Josie actually tried to get him to talk about his novel but he was really being stubborn in that area.
She was about half-way done with her meat and Sam had spooned up the last of the soup in its' authentic looking ceramic dishware when the same waiter who'd humiliated her years ago arrived at their table.
"Mr. And Mrs. Coulson, I do apologize that I had to interrupt your meal that you are enjoying, I hope."
"Yes, we are. Thank you," Sam grinned.
"So glad to hear it, um~~~Mrs. Coulson," he inquired and Josie turned to smile at him as well, "There are a group of women at the front of the restaurant, holding your newest article, wanting to meet you and perhaps, obtain an autograph."
Josie blushed. An autograph? She remembered when she'd published her first real article, she'd had fans mailing her from all over Chicago, and then some from the friends of those in Chicago. She'd never dreamed her second article would be an equal success.
"Would you let them come and meet you, Mrs. Coulson?"
"Oh~~~Uh." She shot her husband a glance who nodded to her then went ahead and answered her question.
"Yes, go ahead. Josie would love to please her fans," he assured him.
Josie shot bemused Sam a look. Did he really just give an okay to let a group of squealing girls into the restaurant and disturb their dinner, their anniversary dinner? Even celebrities asked they be able to complete their meal before any interactions with their fans.
Before she could give any protest she found her table surrounded by at least fourteen girls, all of them about fifteen years of age.
Author's note 2: Okay! Thanks for reading hope you're still enjoying this! I know I haven't updated in forever but I am still writing, it's just taking me a while to type this stuff up! Please be patient with me, I'm doing the best I can and keep reviewing so I'll know that I should go on.
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Never Been Pregnant Total Vaughn Lover
Chapter Two(cont)
Josie slowly cut into her hunk of roast beef, trying not to make a mess. Only she squirmed every time blood seeped out of the meat. She took her hands off her utensils and took a deep breath before she reached for them to give the meat one more try. Nope! As soon as her fork sank into the tender morsel, a pool of red blood began forming beneath her meat.
Sam watched her as he put a piece of his own meat into his mouth and chewed. God, the savory juices of the meat mixed with the worchestshire was proving to be a sure treat for his tongue. He cut himself another piece and was about to eat it as well but he burst out laughing instead when he saw his wife push away her dish.
"Honey? Do you want help with that?" he teased her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Josie gave him a defiant look, as though it had been a very big mistake for him to ask her that. "It's just uh~~~I couldn't help but notice you haven't been able to cut your meat."
"M~Maybe I'm not hungry," she boomed, folded her arms and pouted like a little girl.
"N~Not hungry?" he demanded and held his hands on his head as though he had a huge headache. "Josie, honey, we're dining at the Bistro D'orange poisson, only the best steak place in Chicago. And the roast beef is out of this world! Here, try some." He picked up the piece he'd cut and made to look like he was going to put it in her mouth.
She batted his hands away and moped sitting in her seat while Sam hissed at shy she was acting this way as he picks up the tainted piece of beef with his napkin then rolled it up before he used it to mop the sauce residue that had splattered on the pink tablecloth. Then he threw it down and glared at her.
"Want to explain to me why you felt you had to act that way and waste a perfectly good piece of roast beef? I mean if you didn't want to come out then we didn't have to. I would have gladly cooked you anything you wanted at home. I mean I know about the fatigue and weird food urges you get when you're pregnant," he chided her as he took a gulp of the champagne sitting in his glass.
"I never said that I didn't' want to come out here. I just~~~I'm almost thirty. I don't' need you feeding me," she grumbled, staring down at her food.
Sam frowned at her, clearly offended. "Damn Josie, if I had known you would react that way, I would have bothered. I thought you'd be flattered that I feel like we're just gotten marred even after an year has passed. I mean, we used to feed each other all the time," he scowled, his face turning red. Then he abruptly stopped speaking, saying only, "suit yourself," and went back to concentrating on his meal.
Josie raised her head and looked over at Sam as he continued to eat. He was looking extra handsome that night in a light denim crème button own without the t-shirt. His hair was a bit coifed into the James Dean thing and his eyes seemed to have a much shinier spark, only she couldn't judge them because his head was down.
She bit her lip in shame. What had overcome her to make her way the things she'd said? He'd said the meat was practically to die for, now if she could only see the smile to prove it. She dabbed her mouth with her napkin No, she couldn't let the evening go like this.
"Um~~~Sam?" she inquired right when he happened to have a mouthful of lettuce. She heard him choke of his salad. He reached for his glass of water before he looked at his wife to acknowledge her presence. "A~Are you really mad at me?"
Sam stared hard at her for a moment then the hardness dissolved and he was smiling with a raised eyebrow, his eyes crinkled. "No, of course not, Josie. I know today has meant a big change for you and moodiness is understandable."
God, did Josie have the most understanding husband in the world or what? For a second there she'd thought that he was going to scold her like he'd done with his hockey mates.
"So um~~~does the opportunity to have my husband chop up my meat still exist?" she asked, shyly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Yeah, here," he said, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin then reached the dish she was extending out to him. He then picked up his utensils and began sawing into bite-sized pieces, smiling as he did.
Josie watched him concentrate on her food for a few moment, clasping her hands under her chin. This was exactly what she had wanted to be growing up, a wife to someone who let her know everyday that it was he who was lucky to be loved by her. And he'd gone beyond her wildest expectations. From the days they'd met to the day when he'd finally decided to make their union real before God, not a day went by that wasn't perfect. Oh of course she would have preferred not to have had that disaster on prom night but then again that had led to the baseball field even where Sam had so openly conveyed his feelings for her.
She took a good glance around the room. She'd been here only once before, but she was sure the restaurant looked a lot grander today. The white of his walls had a creamy vanilla look as a result of the chandeliers casting just the right amount of light onto the walls. The pink table cloth added a soft touch to the elegant floor that was spread with expensive carpet from Bulgaria. The aroma from the food was nothing short of enticing. And the champagne had to the best she'd ever tasted in Chicago. And having someone special to share the fine dining with was really what made dining there just fine. Face it, Sam was the best asset in the world, which was certainly more than she could say for the last time she'd eaten at this place.
(flashback)
A five years younger Josie came dwaddling into the most expensive restaurant. She began hyperventilating under her Victorian-style dress, complete with bell sleeves, and a full skirt, complete with a beaded bodice, all in a soft pink. But that was the only part of her that even exuded elegance. Her hair was still the boring dull brown in its' low and mundane ponytail, her face make-up free and pasty.
Her disposition was less than perfect, to put it nicely. If only Anita had told her about the news of the new hot guy planning to meet her at the Bistro D'orange Poisson, a little bit earlier than just a few hours ago, like perhaps the day before, or a week ago. Then maybe she wouldn't be so high-strung. Or she was until she'd stepped into this elegant restaurant. Now she was constantly trying to catch her breath as she took in the sights, aroma and sounds that flowed throughout the building that shouted, "rich!" She was sure she'd just heard Mr. Nordstrom call his wife Mrs. Nordstrom.
She was greeted by a waiter who came to attention, one hand behind his back, the other one clutching a menu to his chest.
"May I assist you, miss?" he said in a thick French accent, his eyes closed and his nose upturned snobbishly.
"Actually, I'm meeting someone for dinner tonight," she chittered, trying to look like she had herself put together.
"The party's name?"
"Oh crap!" she stammered to herself. What was the name of the new Sports Editor? "Um~~~can you give me a second?"
"Uh~~~of course," he assured her, but he began to burst out laughing when he saw her get up. "And are you a princess of some kind?"
"Oh, actually this is a halloween costume from three years back," Josie grinned, executing a full circle to show off the ridiculous looking creation. "But it's so elegant you can't tell the difference can you?"
The waiter continued on laughing as she dialed Anita's number, where an equally wired Anita answered the phone, giving her more info than the name of her date, Stephen Mcelvin. She turned off the phone, apologized to the waiter who began guffawing as he led the young naïve Josie across the tables where the formally dressed beautiful people turned to gawk at her.
They came to a pause where Stephen Mcelvin was sitting at a table with a different woman that was definitely not her. She was a beautiful blond in a tasteful blue cocktail dress, currently picking at the cabbage of her steak dinner.
Wait a minute, what was going on?
"Mr. Mcelvin."
Stephen turned around to acknowledge the waiter, looking quite upset about being disturbed.
"Yes sir, may I help you?"
"Um~~~this woman is here to join your dinner," the waiter announced which earned him a glare from his date.
"Y~you're kidding me, right?" he hissed to the waiter, while trying to calm down his steaming date.
The waiter gave him a no-kidding look. He then heard a cry out from the kitchen and quickly went over to find out the problem, leaving Josie standing, dumbfounded.
"So~~~ma'am~~~," he began, addressing Josie but then he paused. "Wait, I know you from somewhere," he said then, and his voice suddenly grew to a whisper as he pondered where he had seen her.
"I~I'm the copy editor at the Chicago Sun Times," she beamed, flattered that she'd been noticed at work.
"Right, right. Now my next question," he said with a nice smile, and Josie felt she was ready to answer anything. Only what he said was far from what she wanted to hear. "What are you doing here? And why did you tell the waiter that you were having dinner with me?"
Josie bit her lip. "Well, Anita told me you were crazy about going out with me tonight, that you thought I was the most beautiful girl in the U.S."
Stephen just stared, thinking of the right thing to say.
"Y~you're kidding, right?" the slender blond chuckled so hard she choked on her food. She then dabbed her face with a napkin as she giggled, "you actually thought the Stephen McElvin would want to go out with you over me?"
"W~well," Josie began. "Yeah."
This sent the girl into another frenzy of giggles. "Oh my God! I can't believe this! For one, I can't believe that you actually thought it was okay to walk out in public with that get up. That thing should only be worn at a Halloween party."
Stephen glanced at Josie with a small smile. Even he thought this date's vocal venom was too much. "Josephina, that's enough. I think she gets it." He turned to the other Josie who was struggling to keep herself together. "Hey, sorry about this. You got all dressed up for me and everthing. Seems Anita was eavesdropping on a conversation that she shouldn't have. It would have prevented this whole mess."
"B~but she heard my name," Josie protested.
"No, she heard my name," the other Josie sneered, "I'm Josephina Gellargiano, Josie Gellar, for short."
Josie's eyes grew wide. Josephina Gellargiano, as in the top reporter on the New York Times? How could she have been so stupid!
"I~I guess I've made a big mistake."
"Y~Yeah, it seems things got mixed up. I~~I do apologize, Josie, but did you really honestly think that I would want to be seen in an opulent restaurant with you, let alone in public?"
Josie's eyes brimmed with tears. "No, I~~~I guess not." And she didn't wait for them to react and ran for the door before she could be humiliated for another moment." (end of flashback)
"Josie! Josie!" Sam called out after he set her plate down at her place. "Honey, snap out of it!" he cajoled her and began clapping his hands besides her when she didn't react.
Finally Josie gasped and her eyes popped open, feeling as though she'd gotten socked in the stomach. Her mouth felt dry and her lips were trembling.
"Josie, sweetheart, are you okay?"
She couldn't move to acknowledge him, it was as if she was frozen. Sam reached over to touch her hand. She immediately felt warm and it spread from the area he touched till it filled her whole body.
"Honey?" he crooned and Josie's eyes lit up when she saw Sam. Sam was looking over at her with his emerald eyes, clouded with worry. "Are you okay, did you have a bad daydream?"
"Uh~~~actually, it was a flashback, you know, about the last time I came out here?"
Sam's mouth became a tight grin. A few days after they'd gotten engaged, Sam had suggested they celebrate at this exact restaurant but he'd opted for something different after she'd told him about the humiliating experience she'd endured with Stephen McElvin. Sam had wanted to punch the daylights out of him then and he looked like he felt the same way now.
"Sam~~~I'm okay. It was a long time ago," she protested to curb the fire growing readily in his eyes.
"Fine. But you do know that you mean more to me than anything, right? Because I'm only a guy and even though I'd like to say I can read your mind, I can't, and I need you to tell me if you feel I'm not appreciating you enough," Sam demanded, looking extremely serious, as though he really would do anything to take away all the pain in her life and make sure it didn't happen again.
"N~No, you're perfect Sam. And I know that's just going to grow each day."
Sam blushed yet again, then kissed Josie. They were still hovering over their food when he broke away and whispered. "Well, if you're back from your trip down memory lane, maybe we should get back to eating before our food turns cold."
They stood there for a moment with their foreheads touching, then they settled back down into their seats and began devouring their food.
Sam watched Josie dip a bite size piece of meat into the dark sauce then took a bit and began chewing. MMM! The meat really was excellent.
Following that minor fight, Sam and Josie continued to enjoy their meal, well, enjoyed their company more or less. They talked about tomorrow's dinner, Josie getting an exclusive and the newest assignment Sam had added to his lesson plan. Josie actually tried to get him to talk about his novel but he was really being stubborn in that area.
She was about half-way done with her meat and Sam had spooned up the last of the soup in its' authentic looking ceramic dishware when the same waiter who'd humiliated her years ago arrived at their table.
"Mr. And Mrs. Coulson, I do apologize that I had to interrupt your meal that you are enjoying, I hope."
"Yes, we are. Thank you," Sam grinned.
"So glad to hear it, um~~~Mrs. Coulson," he inquired and Josie turned to smile at him as well, "There are a group of women at the front of the restaurant, holding your newest article, wanting to meet you and perhaps, obtain an autograph."
Josie blushed. An autograph? She remembered when she'd published her first real article, she'd had fans mailing her from all over Chicago, and then some from the friends of those in Chicago. She'd never dreamed her second article would be an equal success.
"Would you let them come and meet you, Mrs. Coulson?"
"Oh~~~Uh." She shot her husband a glance who nodded to her then went ahead and answered her question.
"Yes, go ahead. Josie would love to please her fans," he assured him.
Josie shot bemused Sam a look. Did he really just give an okay to let a group of squealing girls into the restaurant and disturb their dinner, their anniversary dinner? Even celebrities asked they be able to complete their meal before any interactions with their fans.
Before she could give any protest she found her table surrounded by at least fourteen girls, all of them about fifteen years of age.
Author's note 2: Okay! Thanks for reading hope you're still enjoying this! I know I haven't updated in forever but I am still writing, it's just taking me a while to type this stuff up! Please be patient with me, I'm doing the best I can and keep reviewing so I'll know that I should go on.
If you want to join my mailing list, please leave an e-mail addy! Thanks, hope to get lots and lots of feedback! Lol
Kris (Total Vaughn Lover)
Coming soon: Part VI: Josie the Star and "Dr. Sam Coulson"