There are no answers to questions like that so I try to avoid negative thoughts and focus on working and getting to see him soon.
I also have an appointment with my OBGYN on the first of October, the day my health insurance kicks in. We’re going to do an ultrasound and a bunch of tests, and hopefully I’ll have both ultrasound pictures and a recording of the heartbeat to show Tate when I see him.
I’ve already started packing, agonizing over what to bring, what to wear, what shoes to wear when we’re out and about versus what to wear to the shows. This isn’t a club tour so it’s going to be a totally different vibe than the shows I’ve already been to. Tate told me to buy whatever I want and not to worry about money, but I always worry about money. Pinching pennies has been part of my life since I graduated from college.
Despite how frugal I’m trying to be, I splurge on a gorgeous red top that has slits in the sleeves, a V neck that shows off my cleavage, and clings to my curves. There’s no doubt I’m pregnant but it still looks gorgeous on. Paired with black leggings and low-heeled boots, I think I’ll fit in backstage. I even texted Ryleigh pictures and she agreed it looks perfect.
We’re going from London to Edinburgh to Cardiff and then my time with the band will end in Dublin. There won’t be a lot of time for sightseeing, but Tate promised we’d get to bed early so we’re able to get up early and go do touristy things before he has to be available for soundcheck.
All in all, I’m beyond excited and though I feel a little guilty about leaving my mom for so long, Dolly has it under control. I don’t like putting the burden on her because she has a business to run and a family of her own, but she assured me she doesn’t mind.
Now all I have to do is get through my doctor’s appointment, finish packing and freeze as many chocolate peanut butter pies as I have time to make so there’s still some money coming in while I’m gone.
It will take some planning, but all the extra work means being able to see Tate.
My husband.
I’m starting to like how that sounds.
Tate is waiting just outside of the security area when I get through customs in London and I run straight to his arms. He kisses me soundly, arms tight around my middle. Until I’m breathless and ready to jump on him. One thing about pregnancy—my sex drive is out of my control.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Me too. “
“How was the flight? Did you sleep?”
“I did. Flying first class spoiled me—how do you go back to flying coach after that?”
“Hopefully, we’ll never have to find out.” He takes my suitcase with one hand and holds my hand with the other.
“Do we have anywhere to be today?” I ask.
“Nope. I timed it so you’d arrive on a day off. In case you’re exhausted and need to sleep early or whatever.”
“I’m fine, ready to go anywhere or do anything.”
“Ryleigh made plans for all of us to go to the Tower of London this afternoon. Do you feel up to it?”
“Absolutely—I can’t wait!”
“We have time to take a little nap at the hotel, though.”
“Yeah?” I nudge him with my shoulder. “Is that code for…getting frisky?”
“I really hope so.” He squeezes my hand.
“Believe me, me too. But I have a surprise for you first.”
“Yeah?” He looks down at me curiously.
“Wait until we get into the cab.”
“I have a driver waiting.”
“Isn’t that…expensive?”
He shrugs. “A little. But this is the only time you’re going to be able to be with me on this tour, so I wanted to make it special. Especially since we didn’t get a honeymoon.”
