Famously Yours - Sequel to A Famous Affair

Famously Yours chapter 3

The weeks pass and we soon settle into a new routine, together. Jonny is immersed back into his celebrity lifestyle: being swamped with interviews, hype over his upcoming new film, TV appearances, press calls, and charity events. Although I try hard to remain very much in the background of his fame, always doing my damnedest to stay unnoticed, my determined attempts have been futile. Since Jonny's return from New York, our relationship is very much back under the media's scrutinising spotlight. Why the newly ignited interest in us, you wonder? Quite simply because we are still together.

Just after he left for America, the press was printing all kinds of crap. There was much speculation about whether our relationship would ever last. One paper even claimed that according to their 'reliable source,' Jonny had in fact only taken the role in New York to put some distance between our already strained relationship. Complete and utter bullshit of course, but what can you do? It would seem their 'reliable source' was anything but . . . if indeed they ever existed at all.

Things have certainly changed since Jonny has returned home. I now get the odd pap following me, but because my life is significantly normal compared to Jonny's, they soon lose interest in boring old me. So I continue to work from the apartment, my life is still being split between Chelsea and Cheltenham. I continue to stay a couple of days in the flat with Lissy and Lottie each week, and although that was fine to do whilst Jonny was away in America, it no longer feels right me doing so. Jonny, being the wonderful man that he is, has never said anything, but I know he wishes the girls would come to our home in Chelsea. We get precious little time together as it is with our combined schedules. The flat in Cheltenham was only ever meant to be a temporary thing, a place where the girls and I could spend some quality time together after being estranged from them for so long. A place where I could try to repair the hurt that I'd caused after my affair with Jonny . . . I believe I have done that.

Lissy and Lottie are once again happy and secure. They know our lives are different now. They also know that I'm not going to ever leave them, and most importantly, that I'm not going to ever get back with their father.

Now Jonny is back in the U.K., I know that in the foreseeable future, I am going to have to discuss with the girls the possibility of giving up the flat, so that they come and see me in London every weekend instead. I haven't yet raised the subject with Jonny; I want to speak to the girls first before any final decision is made. I know it needs to be done, and soon, but I'm worried the girls will think that I'm putting Jonny before them, which isn't the case.

I'm really hoping that they will understand the reasons why I think the flat in Cheltenham needs to go. My home is now very much in Chelsea, with the man that I love. It's important that they feel it's their home too, with the both of us.

***

Due to the girls spending the past weekend with Catherine, because it was her birthday, we've arranged to spend some time together midweek instead. I'll see the girls after school, so I thought I might as well make a rare visit to the office, being as I'm in Cheltenham. I may even drum up the courage to have that dreaded conversation about giving up the flat with Lissy and Lottie, that's if I don't twist myself inside out with worry first. Not even the soothing sound of The Corrs, playing on the stereo, does anything to take my mind off my dilemma. I have thought of little else since the issue first popped into my worrying little head. I'm even too engrossed in my own weighted thoughts to be able to hold a proper conversation with poor Simon. I think I've barely spoken a word to him throughout the whole car journey from Chelsea to Cheltenham. Note to self: apologise to Simon.

When I walk into our small but stylish office, Katie is the first to greet me. Her pretty twenty-year-old face is always overly made up with heavy make-up, but there's no denying that she's as cute as a button beneath all that foundation and powder. She does look much younger than her age, so maybe that's the reason why she feels the need to cake her flawlessly innocent face with so much wall paint. "Morning, Jessica. How are you?" she says in a happy singsong voice.