The hotel room that Gwenith had rented was on the very top floor, and was beautiful. It looked as if it had cost a million dollars to rent out for a minute, let alone a few hours. Apple and Moses ran to the couch in front of the huge flat screen TV and fought over what to watch. Chris wrapped his arm around his beautiful wife's waist and kissed her forehead. Then, Chris rubbed my shoulder.
"Keep an eye on them," he said in a soft, fatherly voice. "They're very good kids, but I just worry from time to time. We should be home around 11, and you have my number if anything goes wrong." He gave me a smile before following Gwyneth out the door. I was still standing at the door, and I glanced to the room on the left of me. It was a huge kitchen with high-tech appliances and a granite counter. I'm positive a normal sized hotel room would fit in the kitchen alone. The family room, where the kids were, had big windows, showing the city lights and the bright moon. I sat in an armchair by the couch as Apple and Moses stared at me.
"So," I said with a smile and a sigh. "What do you two want to do?" They both shrugged awkwardly.
"Now, come on," I giggled. "I won't bite. Anything you two want to do, within reason, and I'll let you do it!" Apple and Moses shared a grin and Moses pointed on top of the TV. On top of it was a candy cane. I assumed he wanted it, so I took it down and gave it to him. He quickly ripped off the wrapper and stuck it in his mouth. He was adorable, and I couldn't allow myself to think he was different than any other kid just because his parents were famous. Apple pulled on my hoodie and looked up at me.
"I wanna play dress up with you," she said and, without my consent, pulled me towards the master bedroom where all her clothes were. She spent several hours going through her little purple suitcase and trying on different clothes in different combinations. By her forty-second outfit, she was sleeping on the bed. I smiled, picked her up, and took her to the pullout couch, where Moses was already asleep. I put pillows under their heads and wrapped them in blankets. Then, I dimmed the lights and went into the master bedroom to watch TV.
An hour later, I heard the door open and heard Gwyneth sigh happily. Chris came in the bedroom and smiled at me.
"Thank you so much," he said. "You did a perfect job. I don't know how I could ever repay you!" I laughed.
"You took me along on your tour! I don't think I could ever repay YOU!!" Chris chuckled. Then, I fell asleep in the armchair and Gwyneth and Chris slept in their room. I felt as if I was part of their family, and I could never be more thankful. Even though I was going home tomorrow, I was so happy and I knew I had had the adventure of a lifetime.
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Photo on the side: I, myself, took that at a MX concert.
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