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Next time I opened my eyes it was morning already and Chris was sitting on the bed, “Jay,” he said, I drowsily blinked and yawned.
“Yeah?”
“Phil called, the meeting’s been called off, we’ll talk about the DVD tomorrow before the gig instead of footy,” he said.
“Why? Did something happen?”
“Everyone’s just lazy, I guess,” he chuckled. “I’ll set the alarm at 9 alright? Go back to sleep, love.”
I sighed contentedly; stretched, wiggled a bit until I was comfortable and finally drifted off again. It wasn’t until the alarm woke me up again that I realised Chris had already got up; he might have probably done it way before Phil called. Well, it was not unusual for him, after all.
It turned out he was downstairs, already working on a song. He told me it had to do with Jay-Z’s project after I kissed him good morning; he seemed quite enthusiastic about it.
“I’ll have a shower, get dressed and then I was thinking of going out for some breakfast, what do you think, love?” I asked.
He looked up from his keyboard for a moment, “Sure.”
When we finally went out, about an hour later Chris seemed distracted again, I knew he had been focusing on the song, but I wished he was a bit more enthusiastic with me.
“What’s on your mind, babe?” I asked from across the table at the café.
He tore his eyes from the bird he had been watching through the window, ”Mmm?”
“You seem worried,” I said before sipping some coffee.
“Oh, I’m not worried, I’m just thinking about this song I’m helping Jay-Z with, I'm afraid it turns out to be shit or something.”
“If he asked for your advice it’s because he values it, don’t be paranoid Chris,” I gently told him, trying to ease his worried mind.
“Yeah, but we haven’t got much time.”
We finished breakfast and went shopping, my parents would be joining us for lunch and neither of us was a great cook, but I did not want to make my mum cook, even though I loved her meals, so I had been a bit indulgent and had ordered food to go at a nice shop. Everything looked delicious and Chris helped me pick our menu which would be delivered around noon.
I had a lovely day with my mum and dad; they had brought cake and champagne and had nothing but praise about us and our performance at the Paralympics. A warm feeling rushed through my chest when my dad talked about it, knowing I had made him proud. My aversion to mentioning Rihanna extended to him, I noticed. He did not even mention her once during his five-minute speech of how much he had loved the ceremony. Maybe it was on the genes, I thought with a bit of humour. I was a bit hesitant when he started talking; the last thing I wanted to discuss in front of Chris was her.
Chris’ mind was still on the song, I could tell, but he was nothing but charming and polite during lunch. He was very fond of my parents as they were of him.
After my parents had left and it was just me and Chris again, the house went quiet. I found him in the kitchen fussing with the pegs on his guitar.
