Call It What You Want- Joe Burrow

17

"What are you doing for thanksgiving?" Joe bursts through the door to the office, making me flinch. I quickly turned my computer away from him and mute it.

"Jesus," I put my hand over my chest, "I don't know. My parents are in Italy so I don't have any plans."

"Then you're coming to my parents. It's time you met my brothers," he walks up to me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, "and Allie said she wouldn't come unless you were there, so."

"Oh," I chuckle, "yeah, of course."

"Great," he kisses the side of my head, "what are you working on?"

"Emails," I shrug, "repetitive, you know?"

"My agent does all that stuff," he chuckles, "I'm heading out."

I kiss his arm and then him, "Okay, do you mind grabbing some strawberries on the way home? They sound so good."

"Yep," he kisses me on the cheek and lets go of me, "I'll see you later, Cami."

"Bye," I wave my hand at him as he leaves the room. The door to the garage opens and shuts, signaling his departure.

I click unmute and turn the computer back to me, "Sorry about that. My brothers are so incredibly nosy."

"No worries," Bill chuckles.

"Is December 1st going to work? We can arrange flights and hotels," I look down at my notebook that has everything that I needed to talk about.

"Yeah, I'm not working on anything right now. I can come out whenever."

I smile and nod, "Great, thank you so much. So December 1st. My manager can get all the details to you."

"Okay," he nods, "and you don't have to thank me, I owed you big time. Our songwriter backed out at the last second, and you came in like a professional."

"Oh, it wasn't a big deal," I wave my hands and chuckle, "now we're even."

"Yes we are," he nods.

"That looks like all I need to talk about, do you have any questions?"

He shakes his head, "No, I'm excited."

"Me too," I smile, "goodbye, Bill."

"Goodbye," he says, and I end the call.

I clap and lean back in my chair, kicking my legs excitedly. This was going to be amazing.

People's reactions to this would be the best part.

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I had to wait all day to talk to Joe. His 9-5 wasn't as enjoyable a schedule as most people thought. I never knew when he'd be home because he was addicted to working. Or at least his form of working: football.

I cooked up some Chicken and Gnocchi soup to contrast the cold weather.

Around 6:30, the front door opens, "What is that smell?"

"Soup," I answer him with my back turned as I hear his footsteps into the kitchen.

"Camden," Joe asks, almost as a question.

I turn around.

In his hand was a carton of strawberries, and the other held beautiful peonies.

"Joey," I walk up to him and put my hands on his and kiss him on the cheek, "you're so sweet."

"They reminded me of you for some reason. Like if you were a flower you'd be these," he looks down at them, "don't ask me what kind they are, though, because I have no idea."