“The fuck I’m not,” Cole shot back.
“Cole,” I started, but Anson got in front of me.
“I’m her husband,” he said.
“You’re not shit but her manager,” Cole scoffed. “Evan is her husband.”
“He has a point,” Evan called out. “I am the husband.”
Anson shook his head. “In public, I am her husband. How the fuck do we explain who the hell you are if paparazzi catches us at the fucking doctor?”
“Tell them you fuck me too,” Cole snapped. “I don’t give a shit. I’m going.”
Anson let out a growl of frustration and threw his hands in the air while ranting about how things had to be done a certain way, or it would cause more harm than good, and how for five years he’s kept it all together…
“Cole,” I said, reaching for him.
“Rosebud,” he murmured, immediately drawing me into his arms as Anson continued to rant and rave in the distance while Klaus and Evan tried to offer solutions.
“This is important that we do things a certain way,” I said gently. “Ani is right. Publicly, he’s my husband.”
“But he’s not,” he replied softly. “I-I could be too. I’ll get you a ring to go with the others?—”
I pressed my finger to his soft lips to stop him from talking. His blue eyes searched me.
“Please,” I whispered. “I will call you the moment the appointment is over.”
“Rosalie, I am begging you,” he said, his voice choked. “I missed out on Ellis. Please. I don’t want to miss out on this. Let me go with you. Fuck, baby. I need to be there for this.”
He held me tightly at the waist and rested his forehead against mine.
“I’ll do anything, Rosebud. Please let me come with you.”
I closed my eyes. “OK.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“God, I fucking love you.” He crushed his lips against mine and dragged me against his body.
“Damnit,” Anson grumbled as we broke apart. “Listen, Scott?—”
“I have a suit. I can pretend to be security,” Cole said immediately.
Anson narrowed his eyes at him.
“That’s not a bad idea. I’m impressed,” Klaus said with a chuckle. Evan winked at me, making me smile. I was honestly surprised Anson didn’t think of it, but then again, he may have and just didn’t want to mention it since the pair weren’t exactly best friends.
“Fine. Go get dressed. Hurry up,” Anson said, giving in.
Cole grinned and left the room. I turned to Anson.
“That was sweet of you not to fight him on it.”
“LeeLee, in case you missed it, I definitely did fight him. But fuck, he’s like a little kid. The joy on his damn face.” Anson sighed. “He drives me nuts, but he sure knows how to work the crowd.”
I kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”
