My Everything | Damie

Chapter 1

Dakota's Pov;

Jamie and I have had an insanely busy month and we're only two weeks into it. For the entire first week of February, we had premieres and press for Fifty Shades Freed taking up every second of our time. From the Los Angeles Premiere on the first to the press junket and cast dinner in Paris on the fifth, then attending C à Vous later the same day, then a premiere in Paris on the sixth, then another press junket, and all the interviews and photo ops in between, Jamie and I have had absolutely no time to ourselves. Which means we've had no time to finish prepping for the wedding that is set to take place in just a few short months. On top of our already stressful situation with work commitments and an impending wedding, Amelia has decided she no longer wants to continue the agreement she made with Jamie to co-parent their daughters. The fallout with his ex-wife is eating Jamie alive and it kills me to see him this way especially knowing that regardless of any particulars stating otherwise this is my fault. Amelia doesn't approve of Jamie's decisions regarding me and our relationship which by extension means she doesn't approve of the entire franchise we came to Paris to promote. Which is why I was completely stunned and furious when he made the decision to invite her out here to attend the Fifty Shades Freed premiere in Paris. Seeing them posing for pictures together and acting all happy and loving made me want to drop dead. Even though I know most of it was staged and that he says he only invited her to try and placate her bitterness towards him, I still can't stand the wedge it put between us. It's like he's telling her it's okay to be so cold towards me as she has been since our engagement and to offer me and our engagement absolutely no respect. Jamie doesn't see it that way and I know he's trying his best to do right by us both but at some point, he has to choose which of our feelings is more important to him. I wish he didn't have to choose and I wish we could all get along, but I just don't see a warm fuzzy alliance in our immediate future. No matter what the reason, his plan to make nice with her by inviting her to the premiere didn't work much in his favor. Amelia is too goal-oriented to be easily swayed once she's made up her mind. She wants the kids to herself and she wants him out of her life for good. Plain and simple. She doesn't care who she's hurting in the process. Bottom line she wants to hit Jamie where it hurts and hard. Jamie talks to her every day about it. He tries to convince her to just hear him out. Sometimes it even seems like she might be softening up a little, like she might be changing her mind, like she might be able to forgive, then other times she seems rock solid and freezing cold. I tried telling Jamie to just talk to a lawyer about it so they could have some sort of mediator, but he didn't take the advice. He just keeps telling me he's going to take care of it, that he'll find a way. I know he feels a lot of pressure to be able to handle all of life's problems on his own, but we're supposed to be in this together. With the work and the wedding, and the Amelia thing all happening at once it's like my world has gone up in flames and I'm just standing back and watching. I swear I couldn't be more stressed out if the actual world itself were to suddenly catch on fire. At least then I'd know the end was near, rather than being nowhere in sight.

There's a loud knock at the door of Jamie and I's hotel room and I jump to get it from my seat on the couch while Jamie is still in the shower. "Delivery for Ms.Johnson." A man states, showing me a stack of bakery boxes in his hands. "Yep, that's me." I giggle softly, out of habit. "I know I recognized you. I've seen a few of your movies." Getting recognized always seems to surprise me even though it happens all the time now, but I try to keep my shock hidden. I give him a friendly smile as I sign for my delivery. "I'll carry these in for you." I sidestep out of his way and point him in the direction of the kitchen countertop area I cleared off specifically for this reason. "So, are you gonna eat all this cake yourself or are you just really enthusiastic about supporting the cake baking industry?" He asks as he's setting my cakes down. "I'm planning for an event." I say, knowing better than to tell what event since he could easily leak to the press. I sign an autograph for him as he's leaving, then I move to the kitchen to inspect my cakes. There are four cakes in total. One-half chocolate and one-half vanilla, one half yellow butter cake, one half coconut cake, one half red velvet and one-half hazelnut-almond. They smell divine, like sugar and a hint of hazelnut. Jamie appears behind me, freshly showered and in a pair of swats, looking like a greek god ready to snuggle up with his mortal lover. "What's with the sweets?" He asks, peering over my shoulder at the cakes quizzically. "Samples for the wedding cake for us to try out." We've still yet to pick a cake and now is as good a time as any. "You had them delivered all the way here in Paris?" He shakes his head at me, with a low chuckle. "Well, I figured it'd be a nice distraction from all that's happened lately. It's a reminder of the future we're about to start together." I state, with a smile. Jamie is incredibly stressed about the custody situation with Amelia and I thought continuing with our wedding plans would take some of that stress away. "Well, I guess we should both grab a fork and get to work then. After all, this is our future we're talking about." He feigns seriousness as he reaches for a fork from the counter. "Oh, no. Not us. You will be tasting the cakes. I will be just an observer." I correct. "Why? It's your wedding too." He points out, giving me an amused look. He's always rather amused when I get bossy with him. "Yes." I agree, pushing him back against the opposing counter and away from the cakes. "But unlike you, I am not a superhuman who eats junk food whenever the mood strikes and still has a perfect body. So, I'll be living vicariously through you." I state, holding him against the counter with one hand while I take the fork in his hand out of it. I stab a forkful of the chocolate cake and hold it up to his lips. "Open up." I command, smiling brightly. He opens his mouth and lets me feed him a taste, his eyes alight with humor. He swallows his portion and licks his partially icing covered lips, a smile beginning to form. "You like?" I ask and he nods. "Try this next." I retrieve a forkful of the hazelnut-almond and extend it to him. I proceed to hold him down and force him to try every single one of the cakes multiple times until we finally arrive at a decision. Red velvet and buttercream.