A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 49

We stayed in New Jersey for three days.

I didn't want to reschedule some studio time that I had, Sarah and I had caught up quite a bit, and the boys seemed to be homesick. Not just Lucas and Ness, either. Bobby was in on that, too.

We, of course, found time in those three days to see Bobby's family. His parents and sisters, and even some more distant relatives like aunts, uncles, and cousins. I hadn't seen them since probably our wedding, or at least not any time after Lucas was born.

So, overall we'd had a great time, but it was definitely time to come home. Mark and my mom seemed ready to get back to California, too, and that's why we set off.

As soon as we made it back home, though, everything seemed to get more chaotic. I had a photoshoot and interview with Glamour magazine next week. Then it was time to start planning the music video for my next single, which was supposed to drop in about two weeks, but the video had to be done being filmed a week early so that there was plenty of time to edit it. I also had to find time to start recording some new songs, which was crazy considering my album had just dropped three months ago, but had to be started soon in order to get everything done without taking three or four years. It was also about time we started figuring out preschool options for Lucas this fall. To top it all off, Zelda and Ness seemed to be overly moody and ornery, and Lucas was getting a cold for some unknown reason.

With everything getting more and more chaotic, I was feeling very stressed. So after trying (and failing) to figure out where Lucas would be going to preschool that night, I turned to Bobby and said, "Can I just, like, go?"

His face turned completely serious, and the color drained.

"What?"

"I just want to, like, drive for a while. Or go somewhere quiet. I just want to think. Relax. You know, normal things people do when they're stressed."

"Oh," he said, relieved. "Well, you could. But I'd prefer you don't. I mean, if one of the boys wakes up and is looking for you what am I gonna say? And what if Zelda refuses to stop until you're holding her?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I know, it wouldn't be the best route to take right now. But I need to clear my head."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No," I said, "not like that."

"I know," he replied. "I just have this quirk that I like seeing you get uncomfortable when I bring it up."

I rolled my eyes.

"You could... take a bath," he suggested. "Is that something people do to get relaxed?"

"We don't even know how to relax anymore," I said. "But yeah, I'm like 87% sure that that's a thing."

"OK," he said, "Let's draw you a bath then."

"But I'm already in bed," I said, "and I'm exhausted. It's 8:30 but my brain thinks it's 11:30."

"You don't have to," he said, "but I don't know when you'll get a chance if you don't do it tonight."

I sighed. "You're right. Let's draw a bath."

I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd taken a bath. Because of this, any bath bombs I'd gotten - whether I bought them or they were gifts - were still wrapped up and kept in a box under the sink. It was a large box.

Bobby started the water as I pulled out the box and chose a random ball that smelled good.

"When do I put this in?" I asked.

Bobby shrugged. "I think the last time I took a bath I was, like, seven," he said. "I honestly have no idea. But I do know that you aren't supposed to go in fully clothed."

I looked down at what I was wearing. Since it was summer, I slept in one of Bobby's T-shirts and my underwear. He slept in his boxers, but laid around fully clothed for most of the night anyway. It didn't really matter that we had air conditioning because in the summer we decided that we'd wear less clothes as if we didn't have it.

"I'm not fully clothed," I said. "I don't have any pants on."

"I know," he said. "It's still too many articles of clothing to bathe."

"I'm not undressing until you leave," I said. "There's no point."

"OK, I think you should put that in now," Bobby said.

I put the bath bomb in and it immediately started dissolving, different shades of purple and pink and sparkles coming out into the water in the tub. It smelled amazing, and just as it was slowing down, Zelda started crying.

I started turning around, but Bobby put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"Take a bath," he said. "Clear your head. I'll get her."

I nodded. "Thank you."

Tonight was mine. Because the next few would not be.

***

"Lucas, you can go to work with Mama again tomorrow if you want to," I said three nights later at dinner.

"Yeah!" He said excitedly.

Bobby had been left at home with Mark, Ness, and Zelda for one day, but today Lucas had tagged along with me.

"Me! Me! Me!" Ness started exclaiming.

"Do you want to go with Mommy tomorrow?" I asked.

He nodded.

"No, I wanna go!" It was Lucas.

"Lucas, you can go after Ness. You went today," Bobby chimed in.

"Noooo," he started whining.

And dinner had turned into a war.

In the end, both boys had shed many tears, but Ness was coming in with me tomorrow. Which meant Bobby would be left with Zelda, who was becoming very needy and obsessed with being held, and with Lucas, who was disappointed he didn't get to come in with me. He'd probably be left with two constantly whining or crying kids. And Mark.

And I would be left with Ness, who would get to talk into the microphone and listen to how they could change his voice, nap in a Pack-N-Play in my "office" while a receptionist kept an eye on him for when he woke up (bless her heart), and would beg for McDonalds for lunch when we got driven to a nice restaurant.

I was eating as healthy as possible leading up to the music video and photo shoot. I was working with a trainer after studio time because I still had a little weight from Zelda. No one was telling me that I had to lose weight, but I knew if I depended on Photoshop now, I'd never lose the weight, and I wanted to lose it eventually. Just for my own opinion of myself, not anyone else's.

Nevertheless, all children would be taken care of - no nanny or babysitter needed, which was how we liked to operate. I didn't want to be just another celebrity that saw her kid(s) once a month. And I didn't trust enough people to have much of a babysitter that I wasn't related to.

All I knew was I could rely on how our plan was going. For now.