*** AUTHORS NOTE ***
Geez, this has taken a while for me to write! So I've finally up loaded another chapter. I was going to make this the last chapter, but there was too much left to say in this story, so it might take another chapter or two. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one...
*** Tara's Point of View ***
*** FIVE YEARS LATER ***
Okay, so five years is a long time. But unlike the last time when Simone pressed the fast forward button on this thing, there ain't no bomb shell this time. Simone and I are still happily married, we finished building the house, Ethan's started school, and he has a new little sister. Her name is Peyton and she's totally cute, she's our little princess.
And me, well I'm just about to turn thirty five! Haha, I never thought I'd say those words, I mean seriously, I never imagined myself being so old!
"Come on, sweetheart, your friends flight has probably landed already," I raced around to Simmy's side of the car and yanked open the door, trying to get her to get a rattle on.
"Relax, my love, it's an international flight from New Zealand, they've probably been delayed or they're still trying to get through customs," Simmy reassured me. But she was wrong, when we got to the place where the international passengers came out of customs, Jules and Hayley were there waiting for us. And I must say that Jules did not look impressed as she stood there tapping her foot, with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. Her stance radiated a foul attitude and the scowl on her face made her look truly twisted and evil. I didn't understand why Simmy had offered to let them stay at our place when she found out that they were coming over.
"You're late, we've been waiting here for over half an hour," Jules snapped at my wife. I had to fight to hide the anger that her attitude enticed in me. If she kept this up though, it was going to take a Herculean effort to stop myself from ripping her throat out. The fact that Simmy had remained friends with her all these years, I couldn't decide if she was a saint or just a fool.
"Sorry, we would have been here sooner, but the traffic was crazy," Simmy said, putting emphasis on the last word, making it obvious that she was lying through her teeth. Jules raised her eyebrows, clearly seeing through Simmy's lies. "Okay, okay, the traffic wasn't that bad, I just over slept," Simmy admitted.
"It's three in the afternoon, how could you over sleep that long?" Hayley asked curiously. She didn't sound mad, she just sounded amused at the way her partner was over reacting.
"Well, we didn't get to sleep until some time after dawn this morning," Simmy replied.
"Yeah, that was my fault," I said with a sly grin on my face, wrapping my arm around Simmy's waist. "Sorry, ladies," I looked down at the ground to hide the grin that I couldn't seem to wipe off my face.
"Oh, okay," Hayley laughed slightly, obviously clicking to my meaning. "Shell we get out of this place then?" She suggested. So we turned around and headed back towards the car. As we walked Simmy put her arm around my waist as well and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at her and smiled.
We made our way out of the airport and back home, to our house in Toorak.
"Oh my giddy aunt, Simmy, this place is huge!" Jules said as we pulled up the driveway. Her reaction sent a smug grin to my face for a few moments.
"Meh, it would have been bigger if I had my way," Simmy reached over and nudged my thigh playfully.
"It's called compromise, remember? And besides, I thought that an underground, full sized cinema was a wee bit over the top," I played along with her game.
