Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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Tom
The concert went amazingly, our Hispanic fans are always the most loud and passionate when it comes down to us. I love it. However, I couldn't keep my eyes away from Emory.
She was wearing a tight blue dress that barely reached down to her mid thigh, along with some gold jewelry. She didn't wear make up - not that she needs it, she's gorgeous either way. She was by herself this time, Hilary was in the backstage since she couldn't walk properly and the kids were with her.
Earlier that day, Emory looked as breathtaking as always in her photo shoot, I actually struggled to breathe normally when I saw her in that sexy little bikini doing all those poses. The photographer seemed to enjoy it too because he couldn't keep his eyes off of her even when they were done.
It took everything in me to not drown him right there in the ocean, maybe that way he could've kept his eyes off my girl.
After we left them at the hospital because of Hilary's injury, we rushed to the venue for rehearsal. I'm in the process of learning how everything production wise works, so maybe one day I can produce our songs and be In charge of the setting up process instead of just playing the guitar and helping write the songs.
All I wanted was to rush back to the kids and Em, Nicky and Alex were excellent sand castle builders. I loved spending time with them, I learn more and more about them as I spend time with them. It's such a great feeling to see them develop their personalities.
Now, those same kids are drawing on Gustav's sleeping face as we sit on the plane, on our way to Colombia since, unfortunately the venue we were supposed to go to canceled our show in Panama.
I watched as Gustav snores loudly while Nicky doodles on his forehead, covering his mouth to stop his giggles. Alex is drawing on Gustav's cheek with a devilish look on his face.
Definitely my kids.
Emory had disappeared into the small bedroom in the back of the plane with Bill a little while ago. I didn't mind at all, I know nothing like that is going to happen. Bill wouldn't do that to me and she's not the type of girl to cheat, plus Bill is head over heels for Hilary - Who doesn't look bothered either.
She's taking a picture of the kid's artwork while her leg rests on a pillow. Turns out she sprained her ankle too, but she thought the pain was only the jellyfish sting. Now she uses that reason to get a piggyback ride from Bill everywhere.
"Alex, do a mustache" I whisper, pointing at Gustav's face.
He smiles mischievously at the idea and starts drawing a shaky mustache like one of those Italian ones that curl at the ends. Gustav shifts and they both freeze, staring at his wide eyed. When he stills again, they wait a beat before continuing.
