New Zalfie House

Chapter 17 - Not Long Now

It was now February 1st and I had 13 days to make everything perfect without Zoe finding out.
Just before the proposal we were going to Florida for playlist, so I hoped nobody would spill to Zoe what was going on and my cover would be blown.
I had sorted everything out but the outfit I was going to wear on the day and the time I was going to do it at.

Zoe was going to come home that day to the shock of her life on valentines day.

Today I was going to a meeting about the Pointless Book 2 and Zoe was at Louise's house so she was not here for me to cuddle and I really missed her, hey at least I had my love for Emma Watson and Taylor Swift (don't tell Zoe I said that).

I was excited knowing that I was going to be going to possibly the last Pointless Book 2 meeting before the release in April and then I'd get to meet so many of the fans that have been so dedicated over the past 5 years and have helped me achieve all this.

I ran to catch my train to London because I was late yet again I was worried I was going to miss it and not make it to the meeting on time, luckily it was delayed in leaving and I just managed to catch it and get a seat.

I turned up in plenty of time to the meeting and everything went well, which meant it could now be released in April like promised.

Almost everything was now done and I could almost relax, I just had to wait a couple more weeks.

I headed home to see my little baby Nala and FaceTime Zoe because I was really missing her and so was Nala.
"Hey Zo" I said as the FaceTime connected finally.
"What's up Alfredo" she chorused with her cute little laugh.
"We miss you come home soon" I laughed although I was being serious.
"Aww I miss you too, I'll be home as soon as possible tomorrow, I promise".
We said our mushy goodbyes and hung up, I then went to get into our bed that now felt too empty without Zoe and I was too restless to sleep tonight, I was sick with worry about too many things, maybe I should start relaxation meditation, it might help.