“How’d the shoot go? Cleo’s still showering,” Ethan said as we came to join them in the den.
“Great. It was surprisingly kind of fun. We’re going to sell the photos and donate the money to Evan’s place,” Mark told him. Ethan perked up. He was genuinely surprised. Reaching across the table he shook his hand.
“Thanks man. I’ll stop giving you shit for knocking up my wife. Consider it even.”
When Cleo came down, she was dressed in pajamas. Adrian commented on it and she glared at him.
“I’ve got a bowling ball sitting on my bladder, my stomach is itchy, and I just want to be comfy for a little bit, is that alright with you?” She practically snarled.
“Alrighty then,” he said and shut up.
Cleo plopped down next to me and leaned towards me.
“I hate you and your devils spawn,” she sighed.
“Has she been moving a lot today?”
“Just since we left the photography studio. I think she’s trying to push herself out via my belly button. I’m so over it today.” The rest of the evening she was much quieter than usual. After dinner the guys wanted to throw darts. I wasn’t any good, so I sat with her and Chase, who had also opted out.
“The baby has been up a lot the last few days. I’m whooped.” Cleo turned on the TV for the three of us and turned it to a music channel. The show on was one that Mark enjoyed at home too. It was just music videos by one single artist for half an hour. The band featured in this episode was one everyone recognized, Accepted Perversion.
“Hey!” Chase flipped around to look for his husband. “I forgot to tell you, Cotton called me the other day. Emile is down there with her now.”
Adrian paused in mid throw to look over.
“Really? So, is it going good then?” Chase shrugged his shoulders.
“She didn’t say. My folks had told her about my good news, so she just wanted to congratulate me. She was purposely vague about him. I don’t know why she brought him up at all.”
“Probably because I was the one who mentioned to him to go see her. You could tell she was still into him.”
Cleo’s and I’s interest was piqued. We sat up slightly and joined in on the conversation.
“Who’s Cotton?”
“She’s the owner of that tattoo shop we went to. She lives in my hometown now. While we were staying there with my folks, we got to know her. She did our wedding photos.”
“Yeah, I guess her and Emile Dahl have been head over heels for each other for years. She was miserable and he always looks miserable. I happened to see him at a show and told him to go see her. Sounds like he finally did. Good.”
Our attention turned back to the TV, where his gorgeous face was singing passionately about heartbreak. I wondered if the song was about her. I could see how someone would fall for him. The man not only had a great voice, he played like ten instruments, and he was drop dead sexy. I loved my husband dearly, but it was fun to look.
After their block of videos Chase and I stole the remote and put on a comedy we both liked. Cleo ended up falling asleep leaning against Chase.
Jackie kept true to her word and gave us our photos two days later. They really were amazing. I was impressed. We would definitely be calling her for more photos when the baby was born.
I went to work putting them in an album and framing our favorites. Not even a day later Sam called Mark and told us that we had a buyer for the photos.
“Reality Now wants to do a small interview with the three of you. What day works for you?” He said over the speaker. I looked at Mark. I had nothing but free time.
“Let’s do Wednesday.”
Instead of our normal private lunch we had lunch with Mark, Sam, and Lindsey, the woman who would be doing the interview. She was nice and cheery, but it felt completely fake. I didn’t like her. She made a point to ask Mark and Cleo questions, but only looked at me when one of them mentioned me.
“So how is it having a celebrity husband?”
I chuckled. He was a normal person. I didn’t really consider his “status” to be anything to note.
“It’s alright. He’s just like you and me. I met him before they were more known, so it doesn’t really effect me much.”
