Limelight Love Story

23. Media Storm

It was almost as if Lucy imagined Tim pressing a light kiss to her forehead and rumbled, "Good morning, gorgeous," right into her ear. She thought it was a dream until he climbed on top of her and spoke again.

"You can drink your tea, but I don't want you to get out of this bed."

She felt his lips and early morning stubble drag down her neck until he dropped a kiss right over her heart, and she finally opened her eyes. "I love waking up like this."

"I do, too."

Lucy raked her nails through his hair to get him to look up at her instead of focusing on her chest. "I meant waking up with you. Get up here." When he slid up her body, she cupped his cheeks and smiled. "Good morning, husband." She brushed her lips against his and hummed in happiness.

"Don't leave again. I can't go another year without you."

"It wasn't a year. It was three weeks."

"Too long," he frowned.

"Yeah, I agree. I don't like waking up without you. It throws off my whole day, because we're not supposed to wake up alone."

"No, we aren't."

"The room service and morning phone calls really have helped, though. You're a very thoughtful husband."

"I still want to find a way to tip the hotel staff to kiss you when they drop off your tea."

"Don't you dare. I only want you."

"You got me, baby. Forever."

"Emotionally forever, but physically, only a couple hours until I have to get on a jet."

"I told Grey I'm not going to practice today, so any chance you can hold off on leaving for a little longer?"

"You can't afford to miss a practice."

"Sure I can, and don't even try to argue with me about it, because I love how good we are at arguing, but I love doing other things with you more, and since you're already naked, we can do some of those things right now."

"Hang on, mister. Can you just hold me for a few minutes?"

Tim nodded and shifted around until he was laying on his back then pulled her head onto his chest. "We can stay like this all morning if you want...actually, no, I owe you a bath."

"Since when?"

"Don't you remember? I asked when you got nominated for your Grammys how you would want to celebrate when you win, and you said you'd want us to take a bath together. You won four Grammys, so you obviously earned your reward."

"I almost forgot about that. Yesterday was a long day."

"A great day," he corrected as his fingers danced on the small of her back.

"Did you like my performance?"

"It was amazing. You looked even more beautiful in your wedding dress the second time."

"No, I meant the other performance. The private one." She quirked her eyebrow playfully.

"Oh, that one was my favorite."

"I did tell you that you might not be able to clap for all of my performances if your hands are somewhere else, and I was right."

"So right as always," he agreed with a smirk then kissed the crown of her head. "I've missed hearing you sing all around the house."

"I've missed singing for you everywhere. I remember when you used to stand outside of my room to listen to me sing in the shower."

"How did you know about that?"