Famously Yours - Sequel to A Famous Affair

Famously Yours chapter 1

💋 AUTHOR NOTE 💋
For your reading pleasure, please be sure to read the first book in this duology - A Famous Affair.... many thanks, KB.

As the dappled sun creeps into the shadowed bedroom, my heavy eyelids try their very best to open, wincing at the light that greets my tired eyes; slamming shut in silent protest.

I roll over with my face still hiding into the pillow, inhaling deeply into its fine cotton material. I've done this for weeks now, in the hope that my sense of smell will have the pleasure of being able to detect just a tiny trace of Jonny, hidden somewhere within the depths of the downy fabric.

I've tried in vain to keep the smell of him beside me while I sleep. At least then, I would have something of him here to comfort me when the pining often becomes too unbearable. Poor Mary hasn't even been allowed to wash his pillowcase; pathetic but true.

So it comes as no surprise that Jonny's masculine scent has once again eluded me on this fine morning. Ordinarily, on any other day, that would weigh me down with a longing sadness, but today is different.

Today, I just don't bloody care. It doesn't matter that I cannot smell him on the plumped up pillow because today, my beautiful Jonny is coming home!

I turn my head, now feeling able to face the rays of sweet sunshine that fill the room. Today is a bloody good day, Jessica Neel! No, scrap that! Today is the most wonderful day ever!

I haul my excited little ass out of bed, turning on the shower. I'm too deliriously excited to even shower properly. I rush getting myself clean because frankly, I cannot wait. My Jonny is finally coming home! YES!

After my very quick shower, I'm almost bloody skipping down the curved oak stairs. I have The Sound of Music in my heart, The Walton's in my feet and Little House on the Prairie in my ears. I'm way beyond happy right now! It would seem my effervescent happiness is wonderfully contagious, too.

There's a distinct buzz in the apartment's air this morning. It's almost as if the whole place knows that Jonny is coming home at last.

Okay, so life has very much had to carry on without him. However, when someone like Jonny comes into your life, then is suddenly not there anymore, well, life is simply never the same.

With him gone, there's been this oppressive emptiness following me everywhere I go. An emptiness that couldn't really be explained, but it could always be felt. The whole apartment has just been so depressed and dull without his uplifting presence within it. Without him here, it seemed to even affect the inanimate objects . . . because someone like Jonny; simply lights up any room. He brings everything to life because he's such a beautiful person, both inside and out. So after fourteen hellish, long weeks of filming in New York; he's finally coming home, and this home and I couldn't be bloody happier.

That's not to say that my life hasn't been kept busy during Jonny's difficult absence. Most of my time has been split between being here, in Chelsea, and travelling up to Cheltenham to spend time with Lissy and Lottie. I also had the worry of returning to work at Mason's Toys with the wonderful Lydia, but it would seem that any worries I previously had, really were pointless. I just slipped right back into my role, seamlessly so, in fact. It's been working really well with me working from Chelsea. It's now only necessary to go into the Cheltenham office as and when needed, but I still do like to pop in on the occasional Monday, after seeing my girls. I just kind of miss the place. I miss seeing Lydia and that naughty side of her. Even Katie's sweet little ways, I miss. I still like to show my face, and when I do, it's like I've never been away. It's also a reminder of how far I've come in my life, after everything that has happened: my betrayal to Shawn, the ectopic pregnancy, the press going crazy when they found out about Jonny and I, and the girls not wanting to see me. In fact, every bloody awful thing that has ever happened, now feels like a whole lifetime ago. For me, life just kind of numbly carried on when Jonny left for America, it had to I guess. With that numbness, I found strength to recover from all that had happened and strength from being with Lissy and Lottie. That's not to say that my stronger self didn't ache for Jonny, because let me tell you, it bloody well did. I cried so many times for him. Sometimes, I would be going about my daily business when suddenly the thought of him would set me off. Before I knew it, I would be a sobbing mess.