Page 96 of Unscripted with Mila

I began to laugh. Somehow this woman always found a way to make me smile, even in the most serious, profound moments with her.

I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Yeah, baby, I did.”

She traced a pattern on my chest, her fingers soft and lazy. We didn’t talk, we didn’t separate, we simply enjoyed the peacefulness and tranquility of the moment.

“Nick?” she whispered.

“Yeah?” I hummed.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, Mila.” I paused. “Tell me again.”

“I love you.”

I pressed a kiss to her head. “I love you too.”

* * *

MILA

Nick slept, keeping me close. I still couldn’t believe he was here. He wasn’t supposed to arrive for another few days. Now we had time to be together. Just us, without all the distractions.

I watched him slumber, smiling at the way he nuzzled into me and murmured my name. I had missed him so much. Leaving LA was easy. Leaving him wasn’t. I was grateful to be home, back among familiar things. The sights and sounds of Port Albany. The peaceful water, the scent of the flowers and gentle sunshine. All different to the wildness and heat of LA.

But lacking the intense, warm presence of Nicholas Scott.

I was happy to see everyone. Feel the love in their hugs and the proclamations of the fact that they’d missed me. Their desire to hear all about the movie. The general excitement that some of it would be filmed here. When I was finally alone in my room, Sammy and I sat and talked for hours. I heard all about Luke, their tumultuous relationship, and his grand gesture.

“You’re moving to the ranch, Sammy?” I asked. “Marrying Luke?”

“Yes.” She laid her hand on her heart. “I love that grumpy man so much, Mila. I feel as if part of me is missing with him not here.”

I nodded in understanding, and she tilted her head. “You have the same look on your face, baby sister. What’s happened?”

I told her everything, not holding anything back. She listened as the evening waned and the shadows stole the light, darkness descending around us. We had moved to the kitchen, where all our big talks happened, and an empty bottle of wine sat between us, along with the remnants of a frozen pizza we’d heated up.

“You love him?” she asked.

“Yes. I do. I know it. I feel it so deeply. He’s—” I paused, unable to come up with the right words “—he’s inside me, Sammy. Everywhere.”

“But LA?”

I shook my head. “I know there are obstacles. I don’t even know if he loves me back, but I think he does.”

“And the bipolar situation? That is a lot to take on, Mila,” Sammy said with a frown.

“Yes, but if you love someone, you accept them for what they are. Who they are. Mom and Dad always taught us that. They loved Reed even with his stutter. They loved me even though I pushed them away. You fight for the people you love.”

She smiled and grasped my hand. “You have the biggest heart, Mila. I just don’t want to see you hurt. Or get involved in something you can’t handle.”

“I have researched it. Thoroughly. Nick is high-functioning. He hates hiding what he is. I think if he had better management and someone in his corner, he would do even better.”

“His agent sounds like a walking nightmare.”

“She is something.”

Sammy pulled her leg up to her chest and looked at me as she rested her chin on her knee. “Dad is going to go crazy. Both his girls fall in love with men who are going to take them away from the nest. He is already upset about Luke, even if he does like him.”