Seven years after I said, "I do," and things haven't been better. Everyone got bit by the wedding bug and between all the weddings, All Time Low released three more albums. For some of them, like Rian, Zack and Jack however, wasn't very easy. Not only did Jack and Zack have clothing lines, but all three of them had kids. Thankfully, though, us wives were sticking together. Cleaning, taking care of the kids, and helping them learn.
The only major thing that's happened lately with the band, was that Matt's girlfriend, Sarah, went to rehab for her issues. We visited her often, making sure that she was okay and occasionally sneaking in some sweets for her to have so she could keep her sanity. I felt bad for her, being locked in with the same routines, but she was honestly pampered there. I considered saying I was addicted to something, but they'd quickly find out that I was just going to abuse the pool, sauna and therapy sessions.
As far as Jack and I were concerned, we had two little ones running around, and I was actually on my way to pick them up from school now. It was a blessing that Jack and I could make such beautiful children, as much as people say it, anyway, this was true. At least, that's what everyone said.
I turned into the parking lot and got out of my car, sighing as I shook my head. The years fly by when you stop focusing on dates or counting hours, and start counting the happiness spent with your family.
Walking in, I stood in the lunch room, waiting for the kids to be released to their parents as I sat next to Cassadee. "Hey, girl," she said, sipping on her coffee.
"Hey, Cass. How are you?"
"I'm alright. Just got out of the gym. How are your kids doing?"
"Good. Tattle-tails, but hopefully they'll get out of that stage. How are your daughters?"
"They are precious! We should all get on a baby date. You, me and Tay."
"For sure. How about this weekend?"
"I'll have to check with Jack. He wanted an adult-date. But I'm sure he can push that aside for the little ones, right?"
"I'm sure he can. I don't see any reason why not. He's always been good about that stuff."
"Momma!" I heard kids cry as they ran to us. We hugged our kids and smiled.
"How was your day?" I asked them as we stood up and walked to our car.
"It was fun! We painted and learned about the letter S!" Shouted Jessica.
"We counted money!" Xavier said over his sister.
"That's amazing! How are you guys doing in school? Causing any trouble?" I asked as I put in a kids CD and turned it up a little bit.
"No! But, momma, I saw Xavier on the playground today!" Jessica said.
"You both buckled back there?" I asked as I got nods of approval. "Don't you see your brother every day on the play ground?"
"Yeah, but he was holding a girl's hand!"
My heart sank. My child was only six years old, and he was already holding a girls hand? "No I wasn't, Jessica!" Xavier shouted.
"Yes you were! She was blonde and had curly hair!"
"Nu-uh, she had brown hair!"
"Told you!" I just shook my head and chuckled. Seeing Xavier in the mirror, he was beat red and looking out the window.
"So, who is she?" I asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he said.
"Alright. Just let me know when you want to talk about her. I'm always here to listen," I said as I stopped at a stoplight and started to sing along to the CD. Not too long after, the kids joined me as I started to go way off key.
