Lies, Lies, Lies

14

It was 9pm. Gaga has been drinking for four hours and now she was on the verge of passing out.
-'I haven't said goodnight to my kids' she moaned before slamming her head against the pillow, Mark frowned, -'I'm not gonna let you near them like that, your breath alone may get them drunk', Gaga shook her head, -'This is all because of you', she mumbled, -'Me? How's that Stefani? Did I opened your mouth and made y-', -'Its because of that stupid Liz chick!', -'Honey how many times should I tell you...for the past 8 years, you're the only vagina I've fucked', Gaga looked at him and started laughing, -'That's funny', -'And it's still cute after...after surgeries and babies and I'll keep on fucking you every damn night if you ask me. I don't want another woman and I have never wanted another woman. You're my love. My girl and MY muse, okay?', -'...You promise your dick is only mine', -'I swear it', Gaga chuckled sleepily, -'If I wasn't so drunk I would fucking ride you right now but' she sighed and fell asleep.
Mark lowkey knew she needed this drunk slumber she had been awake forever.

•••••
Gaga woke up at 2pm the next day. Surprisingly, she had peed all the whiskey and she felt pretty good. She was awoken by the sound of Gianluca playing violin.
-'What the fuck, why isn't he at school' she mumbled at Mark, -'It's Saturday', he responded, Gaga sighed deeply, -'Of course it is. I'm gonna take a shower', -'You go, drunk zombie'.
***
Noa squealed as her mommy lifted her up and kissed her, -'My little doll, my own small girlie, I love you', Noa chuckled and kissed her on the nose.
Gaga sat Noa in front of the vanity mirror. Noa had asked her mom to do her make up, something she enjoyed very much, so Gaga started helping her with that.
Mark observed his wife. She was perfect in every sense of the way. Like, there was not a single strand of evil on her. Beautiful, talented, hilarious, and a damn excellent mom. Every decision she made, she made them thinking about her children first, "They are like my heartbeats. My lungs. My brain. My hands" :she used to say. Everything to her. And he admired her very much for that selflessness.
••••
Liz was cuddling with her boyfriend, Miles on a couch. The label had given her a rental penthouse in LA so she could record with Mark.
-'How have you been feeling', Miles asked her with a thick Irish accent, Liz pouted, -'Fine I guess', -'How's the baby doing?', -'Its literally the size of a pea, I don't know it's doing', -'But you got the sonogram', -'Yes I did...I mean, I'm healthy so. It's probably fine', Miles nodded, -'How's the...business going? Does his wife still think he cheated and is the father?'.