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"What did you just say?" I exclaimed turning and facing Kennedy.
"I said; I'm your husband. Britta, we've been married since last October," Kennedy replied.
I looked down at my ring finger. My white gold band was gone, but in its place was a beautiful gold band paired with a matching diamond engagement ring.
"We're married?" I whispered.
"Yes," Kennedy shook his head, "okay, something's really wrong. When we land I'm taking you to the doctors. Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"
"Lacey!" I exclaimed, pushing past Kennedy, "Lacey, who are you dating?"
John snorted in his seat. I shot him a look and focused back on Lacey.
"John and I are engaged Britta, you know that," she replied.
"Which John?" I specified.
"This John," John pointed at himself, "I like this game. Now ask another question."
"Shut up," I snapped at John. "Lacey, what happened to John Gomez?"
"We broke up over a year ago," Lacey replied, confused. "You were with me when it happened."
"Oh my god," I whispered as I backed away.
Kennedy came up behind me and grabbed my waist. I flinched but soon relaxed into his arms. I didn't want to freak anyone else out. They already thought I was crazy.
"I'm sorry," I whispered once Kennedy and I returned to our seats.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" Kennedy asked, rubbing my thigh.
"It's just a dream," I whispered to myself.
"What's that?" Kennedy asked, leaning in.
"I said, I had a bad dream," I replied, "on the plane, it felt really real. That's why I was so confused when I woke up."
"Did you fall asleep in the bathroom?" Kennedy asked chuckling.
"No, I uh, I woke up and went to the bathroom," I replied, hoping that whatever Kennedy thought I was doing before going to the bathroom was sleeping.
"Oh, okay…" Kennedy shook his head, "as long as you're alright."
"I'm fine," I replied.
"I love you, Kid."
The words sent an icy pain down my spine. "What did you just say?" I began to hyperventilate.
"I said, I love you, Kid," Kennedy replied. "I always say that."
"Oh right," I attempted to regulate my breathing. "I love you too."
It felt good to say it. There was no reason I couldn't. In this weird universe Kennedy was my husband, not Eric, I could tell him I loved him if I wanted to. But the thing was; did I mean it?
"Come here," Kennedy softly nudged my chin. He pulled me in and placed a kiss on my lips. If I pushed away he would know something was wrong, but if I kissed back I'd fall for him all over again. I knew I would. But wait, I could fall for him, we were married.
"I love you," I whispered as we pulled apart. Wait? Did I just say that? Read that again. Oh Yupp, I said it. Holy fuck. I think I'm running on auto pilot.
"Look out the window's everyone," a voice instructed us from overhead, "welcome to Paris."
"We're here," Kennedy wrapped his arm around me.
"So wait," I began, still gazing out the window. "Who's on this tour? I, I forgot."
"Us; The Maine. Rocket, This Century, and Element's of Surprise." Kennedy listed the bands, but one was missing.
"What about The Summer Set?" I asked.
"What?" Kennedy gave me and inquisitive look, "Babe, The Summer Set isn't a band anymore. They broke up last year."
"Right around the time Lacey and John broke up?" I asked, already knowing my answer.
"Just days apart," Kennedy reassured me my answer.
Great, The Summer Set was gone. My son was gone. Lacey was with the wrong John, or the right one? And I was married to Kennedy. What else was this world going to give me? What was I? The lead singer of Element's of Surprise too?
***
"Home sweet home!" Kennedy exclaimed as he threw open the door to our hotel room in Paris.
"Oh my god," I whispered, in astonishment of the room. The drapes and bed set were a deep cranberry with gold accents. The creamy smooth carpet swirled with reds and gold's leading a path onto the deck. A bathroom sat at the opposite end of the room, leaving a vanity and two dressers in between. It was like nothing I'd seen before.
Kennedy dropped his bag off on the bed and threw open the blinds. A beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower stood before us. I'd never been that close to it before. No painting or picture could compensate the beauty of beholding the actual Eiffel Tower in the middle of Paris.
Stepping over to the window, Kennedy wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. A tingle sent down my body and I fought the urge to pull away. If I kept acting like I had no idea what was going on, Kennedy was going to put me in a nut house. I had to pretend like I was fully aware of how I ended up married Kennedy and in a hotel room in Paris.
Kennedy continued to kiss down my neck and a short moan escaped my throat. He slid his hand down my body and soon wiggled his way into my pant pocket. I reached up and caressed his cheek before turning and kissing his back. Slowly we inched closer to the bed, until his knees buckled the edge. He felt for the edge of my shirt and I froze. This was bad. I couldn't fall under his spell. I couldn't let him take me. Not after everything we went through.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I blurted before turning and running out of the room. Closing the door behind me, I caught my breath and gave the beautiful gold and white bathroom a once over.
"Wiley!" I whisper-yelled, "Wiley, I know you can hear me, you're fucking everywhere!"
Suddenly a voice hummed behind me and I turned to face the shower. Wiley sat on the edge twiddling one of the draw strings on his sweatshirt.
"What do ya need?" he asked, casually swinging his leg over the other side of the tub.
"Kennedy wants to have sex…with me!" I exclaimed, "I can't do that!"
"Why not?" Wiley shrugged, "you're married, you can have sex anytime you want. And dude, you're in Paris, that's romantic as fuck."
"Wiley! I cannot have sex with Kennedy!" I replied; frustrated at the fact that he could ever think I would do that.
"Yes, you can!" Wiley chuckled, "you have plenty of times before."
"No I haven't!" I exclaimed, "the only person I've ever had sex with is Eric."
"Not in this world," Wiley explained, "you've never slept with Eric. The only person you've ever slept with is Kennedy."
"What the fuck," I whispered.
"Have you seen yourself?" Wiley asked standing up from the tub.
"Oh thanks," I rolled my eyes.
"No, come here," Wiley waved me over to the mirror. "Lift up your shirt."
"Perv!" I slapped his arm.
"Idiot," Wiley rolled his eyes, "I mean just the bottom part, look."
I slowly lifted up my shirt and noticed nothing new. My "La Vie Est Belle" tattoo sat at my waist line still, and my belly button remained unpierced.
"Okay, now pull down your shirt," Wiley instructed, "and before you hit me again, I only mean the collar."
"Okay…?" I stretched my collar and stared into the mirror. My jaw dropped as I read the letters tattooed onto my neck line. "K E N N E D Y" swooped around the curve between my throat and my chest.
"He branded me," I whispered in shock.
"Oh no," Wiley shook his head, "this wasn't Kennedy's idea."
"I did this to myself," I gasped.
"It was a surprise for Kennedy's birthday," Wiley replied.
I looked down at my empty right wrist and began to choke up. "I got 'Halvorsen' tattooed right here for Eric's birthday," I explained pointing the spot out to Wiley.
"And why'd you get that?" Wiley asked.
"The 'Halvorsen' one? Because it's my last name now too…"
"No it's not," Wiley sing-songed, "that would be Brock."
"Okay, I get it," I replied frustrated, "but I got it because I love Eric and I knew it'd make him happy."
"Just like how you got Kennedy's name tattooed on you because you love him and it made him happy," Wiley smirked, "are you catching on here?"
"I'm madly in love with Kennedy," I whispered.
"There you go!" Wiley chucked, "now, go give your man some sugar."
I looked up into the mirror once more and examined the tattoo. I couldn't believe in this world I had gotten Kennedy's name permanently written on my body. This Britta, the girl I was here, was truly in love with him. Maybe that's what I was supposed to learn from all this. Maybe I was supposed to love Kennedy. Maybe this was how my life was supposed to be. Maybe I'd been living the wrong life this whole time.
Stepping towards the door, I sighed and gathered my thoughts. If I was going to live in this world from now on, I might as well embrace it. But I needed to know one thing.
"Wiley?" I asked turning around.
"Yes darling?" he replied, rubbing some French silk lotion over his hands.
"In this world, did July 12th happen?"
"Well what do you mean?" Wiley asked.
"I mean, did Kennedy still cheat on me? Did I still go to Walmart with Eric? Did I still kiss him in the hotel room?"
"Britta," Wiley sighed, "If I answer all those questions, will it change how you feel about where you are?"
"I guess not," I shrugged, "since this Britta obviously choose Kennedy anyway."
"I'll make you a deal," Wiley smiled, "you go along with this world, you listen and watch, and learn from it; and I'll answer all your questions."
"Deal," I shook my head. I slipped out of the bathroom and locked eyes with Kennedy.
"Everything alright?" he asked, standing up from the edge of the bed.
"Everything's perfect," I sighed and nuzzled my head into his chest. It felt good to be back in his arms. I missed the way he held me. He kissed the top of my head and exhaled sharply through his nose.
"I love you, you know that?" he whispered into my hair.
"I love you too," I replied. Just the feeling of saying the words made my heart skip a beat. After everything that had happened, I found myself in the middle of a hotel room in Paris, falling back in love with Kennedy. This may not have been the sanest way to realize my life decisions, but it was fun while it lasted.
Kennedy slowly tip-toed back to the bed and I fell into his arms. Not but three minutes later I lay before him exposed.
"Why do you look so nervous?" Kennedy laughed before he planted a soft kiss on my lips.
"I'm not nervous," I replied, my voice shaking.
"Right," Kennedy chuckled and began kissing down my neck. Relax, Britta. I scorned myself. He thinks you've done this hundreds of times before. Just relax.
***
HOLY FUCKING JESUS ON A CRAKER! My head screamed as I rolled over onto the far right side of the bed. Kennedy lay beside me catching his breath and licking his lips.
"Where, where did you learn to do that?" I asked in shock.
"What are you talking about?" Kennedy chucked.
"Never, never mind." My head was still spinning. That was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. What had this world done to my sensual organs?
Kennedy turned on his side and kissed my arm. "Want to go again, baby?" he asked.
HELL TO THE MOTHER FUCKING YES. My inner voice shouted.
"Oui, Oui," would all that could escape my throat before I tossed myself back at Kennedy.
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