1 Year Later
Adam's POV
"Lena, baby, c'mon. I'm sure you look beautiful," I said as I knocked on the bathroom door. "Adam. I look like a tramp. I'm 37 years old. I should not be wearing this." Lena said. "It's just for one photoshoot Lena. C'mon. Matt and his wife are doing this and they are in their late 40's." I said.
I saw the door knob twist and Lena opened the door. She stood there in a black lace bra and matching panties with curled hair that went a little past her shoulders. "Adam, I wore this when I was 25 and dating. Not 37 and married with twin 4 year olds," She said. "If it helps, you look 25," I said. "You're such a charmer," She said before she gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"Why do they even want a photoshoot of Maroon 5 with their wives in their underwear?" She asked as she applied her makeup. "I don't know, but I like it," I said as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
We walked downstairs and were greeted by the rest of the band and lots of production people. "Well look at Mr. and Mrs. Levine," James said with his arm looped around his wife, Ali's, waist. "Shut up James. You're just as old as Adam." Lena said before she left the conversation to go to the kitchen.
I followed behind her and grabbed her hand. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked her. Lena walked over to the fridge and pointed at the date. "What about it?" I asked her. "Today was supposed to be Sarah's 19th birthday," She said. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"Don't cry baby. You will smear your makeup," I said. "I'm not crying Adam. I'm just sad." She said. "Well this photoshoot will get your mind off of it. Ok?" I said. "Ok," She said before I led her over to the photoshoot area.
2 hours later, everyone left and the photoshoot was over. Lena and I were sitting on the bed, looking through the photos on our computer. "These are amazing babe," I said. "Adam, these look so stupid. We are almost 40 years old. We should not be posing almost naked in pictures for magazines." She said. "Babe, you look 25. Trust me, I've gotten letters from fans who say their husbands wish you were a model," I said. And I wasn't lying. I had gotten over a hundred letters from guys asking me to have Lena be a model. It was kind of creepy.
"You're lying," She said. "I'm really not. If you want to see them, go downstairs to my music room and look in the drawer in my desk labeled fan mail. Most of them are in there," I said. "Why would you keep them?" She asked. "Because it reminds me how lucky I am and that people think my wife is smoking hot." I said as I smirked at her.
"Shut up," She said as she punched my arm. "Ow!" I shouted. "Suck it up," She said. "We should pick the girls up from my mom's house. But, I would much rather spend some...alone time with my extremely sexy wife," I said. "Keep it in your pants Mr. Rockstar," She said before she climbed out of bed and tossed on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
"You still look sexy, no matter what you wear," I said. "I know," She said. I walked over to her and pulled her close to me. "Adam, can I ask you something?" Lena said. "Anything baby," I said. "Before I get too much older, I want another child." She said.
I've been waiting for those words since we got back together a year ago.
"I will gladly have more children with you Lena," I said. A smile appeared on her face before she kissed me. "Wanna try for that baby before we go pick our daughters up?" She asked. "Oh hell yes," I said before our lips met and we stumbled onto the bed.
