Snow

Chapter Twenty Nine

We spent the next two weeks of our honeymoon exploring our villa's surroundings, as well as how sturdy the villa's walls were - if you know what I mean. By the end of each night, I was sore and exhausted, yet feeling undeniably blissful. Andy seemed to feel the same, minus the soreness.

"I don't wanna go home, Lala." Andy whined as we lugged our bags down the stairs. "I wanna move here, where it's quiet and fun and there are no paparazzi." His complaints echoed my thoughts as we'd packed.

"Batman, baby, I agree completely." He looked almost proud at my words and I dropped my bag at the bottom of the stairs, hopping over it and going over to the door. "But we both have albums to work on back home."

His smug smile dropped into a pout, and I leant in to kiss his lower lip. "How about this: when we're old and wrinkly and neither of us can sing for shit, we'll move to this villa exactly. Then, we can enjoy the peace and quiet, and our kids can come and visit with our grandkids, and our friends can come down for their holidays. What about it?" He looked both happy and sad at my words, and I frowned a little. "What? What did I say?"

His breath came out slightly shaky, and he placed a small kiss on my lips. "What if we never have kids? What if you can never get pregnant again, after... well, you know?" He seemed so worried that my heart ached for him.

"If I can't get pregnant, we'll adopt. And if we can't adopt for some reason, I'll steal Dakota and we can raise her instead." He let out a laugh and kissed my forehead, rolling his eyes at how easily my plans had come.

"I love you, Lala. You know that, right?" I nodded and kissed him gently.

"I know, and I love you too. Now, let's go home." With that, I kissed his nose and patted his ass as I grabbed my bag and all-but-skipped to the front door.

*

The first thing I saw as we walked towards the airport's exit was the crowd of fans and camera. The cheers were such a contrast to the quiet of the past two weeks that I nearly flinched. The crowd surged in as we approached; the guards we'd been supplied with pushed us onwards.

We smiled and waved at the fans, barely holding back our glares when our eyes landed on the paparazzi. "Can we push those plans for moving into the villa to, like, right now?" I murmured as we walked, hugging a fan who was holding up a congratulatory sign and cheering madly.

Andy laughed, his hand gripping mine tightly despite the fact that both of our hands were clammy and disgustingly overheated. "Sounds good to me, love. Run on three?" I laughed and nodded in mock-agreement, before pausing at the guard's words.

"Run on three." He was unnervingly stoic as he placed a hand on each of our backs. "One... two... three!" With that, he pushed us forwards and we ran, laughing, with a group of heavy-built guards and screaming fans and flashing cameras racing after us.

When we reached the nearest cab, we piled our bags into the boot before rushing inside the car. I called out our address and told him to 'step on it' as the fans pounded on the windows. Andy had flung his head back against the headrest, struggling for breath, as I pressed the backs of my hands against my flushed cheeks. "Oh, I've really missed this." My sarcasm was clear in my voice, and even the cabbie laughed at the breathlessness and frustration behind my voice.

*

As I unlocked the front door, my suitcase parked beside me, Andy paid the cabbie and joined me on the doorstep. "How much are you willing to bet that there's a group of Goths waiting in the lounge?" He asked jokingly as we stepped inside. I laughed and rolled my eyes, silently agreeing, and dropped my bags by the stairs.