Emma's POV
So I guess it's been a while. I should probably tell you what's going on.
To be honest, I'm surprised you got to this point. It's been a rollercoaster, for everyone. From break ups and miscarriages to proposals and hospital weddings. There was not one of us who had not been through hell at some point! Anyway, let me bring you up to speed with what's been going on.
It's been about 2 months since we went to Disneyland. While we were there, Heather and Cal got engaged. I have to admit I did cry a little...okay maybe a bit more! We'd been waiting for it for ages and finally it happened. Although Dyl 'forgot' to tell me that he knew about it all because apparently I was a rubbish liar and couldn't keep a secret.
Obviously that went down very well with me.
Don't worry he's forgiven...
Yeah, so they have been literally spending every minute together lately because Cal has to go and promote the new album. He's leaving in a couple of days. No doubt Heather will be knocking on our door for some company while he's gone...!
When we got back I had a few weeks off before we had to start work on the new maze runner film 'The Scorch Trials'. I'm still so excited for filming, I'll finally get to work with Dylan again...yay!!! Plus it means another premiere, which means more chances to meet celebrities. Don't judge okay...I've been waiting to meet Beyoncé for ages, give me my moment.
Me and Dyl decided to go on a mini honeymoon last week. We flew to Hawaii and finally got away from the grey damp London. Being in what they call paradise with the love of my life was something I'm never going to forget. I finally got some alone time with him. No abusive dad's, crazy mum's, paparazzi, or anyone else to ruin it. Being away from him for so long was awful but let's just say he made up for it pretty well...
All of this leads to me lying half dead on the bed whilst my half drunk husband was trying to find the light switch. Jet lag had hit me pretty hard. Travelling was a pretty big part of my job but I'll never get used to jet lag...never ever.
I groaned realising that I was back to normal. Back in London, back to the public eye, back to reality. Another sigh escaped me before a large figure appeared inches away from my face. I squealed loudly, but shut up as soon as I realised it was Dyl.
"Hey!" He giggled.
"You scared me." I muttered, rising into a sitting position.
"Baaaaaaabe!" Dylan whined. Stretching his arms out, trying to find me in the pitch black room.
"Dyl...what the fuck are you doing?"
"I want to kiss you." He whispered into my ear.
I turned my head, searching for the lips that could send fireworks throughout my body. His big hazel eyes glinted in the little moonlight that had somehow gotten into our bedroom. He giggled again, showing his pearly white teeth. I sat there admiring him for a while longer, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Fuck Emma. You're so beautiful." He said, slurring his words a little. Before I could even open my mouth to reply, he crashed his soft lips into mine. I immediately smiled and kissed him back, moving closer to his muscular frame.
As soon as things started to get heated, I forced myself to pull away. He wasn't going to get me that easily.
"Are you kidding?" He laughed, gripping my wrist.
"I need to go and get changed." I mumbled before getting up and tiptoeing to the bathroom.
As quickly as I could I threw on the pyjamas I had laid out earlier. I sighed in relief, thanking the Lord that I didn't have to wear those God damn jeans any longer.
I removed the smudgy remains of what was my make up. Sweaty airports weren't really a thing that kept your make up on.
When I was ready I emerged from the bathroom to a shirtless Dylan sipping a beer. He quickly eyed me up and down before turning his attention to something else.
"Can I have a sip?" I asked, hopping on to the bed. He glanced over and rolled his eyes before handing me the bottle.
I chuckled, taking a sip of the cold liquid. "You better watch your attitude." I joked, handing him the drink back.
"Fuck you." He whispered before letting out yet another giggle. I couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. He was so funny when he was tipsy.
"I think you've had enough of that." I smirked, pulling the bottle away from him suddenly.
"What! No!" He gasped, reaching across me to try and retrieve it again.
I poked my tongue out before taking a huge gulp and throwing the bottle to the ground. His jaw dropped open in 'shock'. I let out a loud laugh, lying back down on the bed.
"I was drinking that."
"I know."
"You're such a bitch."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Very funny." He mumbled, lying down next to me.
"You're really cute when you're drunk."
"I'm not fucking drunk."
"Yeah yeah..."
"Just because I had one teeny tiny drink does not mean that I am drunk."
"You had way more than one teeny tiny drink mate."
And with that he was already hovering over me. His face inches away from mine. "I can't believe I married you." He said, sincerity showing in his face.
I didn't bother replying, just pecked my lips lightly against his.
"Is that all I get?"
"Yup!" I smiled, popping the p.
"Fucking hell." He smirked, smashing our lips together. I giggled, deepening the kiss. Soon enough we were full on snogging the faces off of each other and Dylan got what he wanted.
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The next morning I woke up with a throbbing headache. Dylan had gone out to get some shopping so I was left home alone.
I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed so I decided to get out my phone and check up on everyone. This didn't really help my headache but I got some good gossip from Heather nonetheless.
My husband got home slightly later than I thought. He crawled into bed and cuddled with me, us both drifting in and out of sleep.
"Babe...you know last night." He said, shaking me out of the sleepy state I was in.
"Yeah...what about it?" I asked.
"What if this means...."
"What?"
"You know..."
"I don't know!"
He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips. "What if this means that we can have a baby?"
