The life of a newbie in Hollywood and Scarlett Johansson. Will life ever be easy for them?
I'm working on another book right now, the story of Switch, as referenced in this book. Would anyone like to read about that made up story too?
We walk along the beach hand in hand in the freezing cold, the sun blazing in the sky.
Scarlett: This is my surprise? Coming to Cape May? Me: Would you just be patient about this surprise. We're having a nice day first, is that okay? Scarlett: Alright, alright! Is there much to do here? Me: I have a full day planned, don't you worry about that.
She laughs as we carry on walking, eventually reaching a lighthouse.
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I sit my backpack on the ground and pull out a blanket to sit on, then tons of other blankets to wrap up in.
Scarlett: A picnic? Me: Yeah, but wait.
I pull out a flask of coffee liqueur, and then hot storage boxes filled with gourmet food that our chef cooked. I hand Scarlett a fork and wrap the blankets around her.
Scarlett: This is cute, thank you. Me: I just wanted to go somewhere we wouldn't be found, you know? Somewhere nobody else would be. Scarlett: Somewhere that we can just sit and stare out at nothingness? Me: Basically. But if you get too cold we can go back to the car, no stress. Scarlett: No, I like it. It's beautiful here.
We spend the rest of the afternoon sitting by the lighthouse, before exploring inside a little, then heading back down the beach towards the car, the sun setting quickly.
Scarlett: So... Me: Okay, so. This is all a little random, I know. And I know we're still married, and happy, and whatever else.
I take her hands in mine as the sound of a plane goes over us.
Me: I need you to know that I'm the happiest woman in the world when I'm with you. And when I look at you, literally how you are right now, with all these layers on and a scarf bigger than me and you together, I see home, my home. I love you so much, look.
I point out at the sunset, where a plane carrying a banner saying "Scarlett, will you marry me again?" flies across the skyline.
Scarlett: Oh my God, Y/N! Me: So, you wanna do it all over again? Scarlett: Of course! I'd marry you everyday. I love you so much!
She jumps on me as I wrap my arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her as passers-by take photos and videos. Our team photographer then comes out of hiding.
Scarlett: You got photos too? Me: Yeah. I didn't get any the first time, so thought this would be a good compromise. Scarlett: This is amazing, thank you. Me: You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, figured you already have enough rings on your finger. Scarlett: This is perfect. Why now? Me: I think, just with everything that we've been through recently, it's put everything into perspective for me. And I think finally, after literally everything else on top, I'm finally starting to realise that the time we get here is really short. I don't want to spend it regretting anything. We've both done things that we probably aren't the most proud if, but the one thing I can be proud of is working things out with you, and being able to do stuff like this just makes all the hard times worth it. Scarlett: Did you rehearse that or just come up with it? Me: Just came up with it.
