Author's Note:
1. I'm getting a puppy! KD Papi is his name and he is a Boston Terrier, my dog's son in fact.
2. Next Thursday is my birthday. Number 21 that is.
3. This chapter is a filler that will hopefully inspire me to finish writing part three.
Happy Holidays everyone!
MIA:
"Hey baby," he said into the message machine a few days later. "Just calling to say I love you and that some of the photographers are coming over tonight so could you please clean up the room? And wear something nice. They might want a picture of you. Can you order some take out for all of us? There's three other guys coming over, plus Kevin, Manny and Lilly. Okay? All right. I gotta run, but I love you."
I was the perfect hostess; even if i had wanted time alone with my fiance.. I had a nice spread on the kitchen counter for the boys when they got back. "You two planning on having kids someday?" the interviewer asked before he bit into an egg roll.
"Not for a while. Like ten years or something. If ever. I don't know if we'll have kids. I kind of like it just with us here. We have to do our thing right now while we can, right babe?" Michael asked, looking at me.
Lilly looked at me thoughtfully. She could read my expression.
"Um, I guess," I said putting down my dim sum. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Lilly followed me.
You have to go through our bedroom to go to the bathroom. "Stop right there Mia
Thermopolis. What was that face for? You are hiding something. Are you pregnant?"
My mouth was agape. "God, no," I said, sounding more resolute than I intended. I couldn't look at her in the face.
"It's…why the hell would he say that?"
"He probably just doesn't want the press to be pressuring you two about this junk."
"Ever since the other night…he…ugh, he's just been weird."
"What do you mean?"
"Some guy, I dunno who the hell it was came over to bring him to some basketball game-"
"Jesse Turner."
"Who?"
"Jesse Turner. He's from the band that was on tour with us."
"Anyways, the guy went off about how Michael needed to get rid of me blah—"
"Whoa, hold on there a second. Let's get at least one thing straight here. Michael adores you. Any girl would die to have a relationship like you have with Michael. He'd jump the Brooklyn Bridge if you asked him to."
I bit my lower lip. "It's just weird. He's been in and out of the apartment ever since I came back. We're totally out of sync now."
"That's my fault," Lilly replied. "I scheduled them for a bunch of shoots. It's totally my fault entirely."
"Then he went out and got all mad when I asked why he hadn't called. THEN got mad when I went out with Felix-"
"Whoa, wait. What?"
"I'm helping him with a song. I'm going to do the video for it."
Her eyes were the size of golf balls. "You are joking me. Of course he's going to be mad! Felix was the one decent guy that held Michael back from you all those years. Felix was his best friend and-"
"It's professional. Plus, Felix is engaged and totally adores Liss."
She looked uncertain.
"I mean, ever since this thing with Louie started it's like there's been this space between us. It's like we didn't even notice it happen. We were soooo happy those first few days I was here and then WHAM!" I said slamming a book on my nightstand.
She sighed and then held her breath when I said Louie's name. Ever since she gave up Damon we made it a point never to say their names in front of her. "It'll work out. I think it's just really difficult because you two are sooo used to being together all the time that when you are apart you kind of like it. And then you get together again and you miss that freedom a little."
"Everything cool in there?" I heard Michael call from the kitchen. I ignored him
Lilly made sense. "But in that theory shouldn't we miss each other?"
"Of course," Lilly replied. "But you guys are like kids and go through spurts of can't keep your hands off of one another…then there are times where you are kind of just like an old married couple. It's a cute thing you have. We never know what kind of mood you two will be in."
"I love him, don't get me wrong….it's just lately he's gone loopy."
She smirked, "Put on your PJ's, we'll have a real slumber party."
She and I didn't discuss my problem with Michael. He didn't want kids. He'll change his mind. I know he will.