Make You Smile

If it means a lot to you.

March 20th 2006

Taylor's P.O.V

I sat in my office drinking (unfortunately) decaff coffee and tearing into a blueberry muffin hungrily. The nausea and crazy emotions had settled a lot over the last month. But I was now constantly hungry or horny (sometimes both) at the same time. Poor Mark. I'd left him still sleeping soundly this morning.

People told me my baby bump was still tiny and they couldn't believe it when I told them I was 5 months gone. But I thought I looked huge. I guess it was because I was and always had been pretty slim. It was weird and completely wonderful starting to see my body change. Mark loved my bump. It was so sweet how he'd subconsciously rub my bump protectively in his sleep. I blushed thinking of us together in bed last night.

My office phone rang distracting me from horny thoughts about my husband.

"Taylor, Tom DeLonge is on the phone. He says it isn't a personal call but you don't have any business/interview slots open today. But I thought I'd call you first...do you want me to patch him through as a personal?"

I frowned. Tom and I had kept in touch by text regularly but we hadn't spoken or seen one another since that day I'd found out I was pregnant. What if it was something serious? A relapse? My stomach lurched.

"Yeah patch him through please. Thanks Rachel."

"Hey DeLonge everything ok?" I asked.

"Hey Jenning's. Never better. Sorry this has to be business first but the album's ready...and I wanna give you the exclusive."

My eyes widened. Well I hadn't expected that. Blink had never given me any interviews before. It was sort of an unwritten rule between us. It would just be too weird for everyone.

"Tom...won't it be weird? You're sure you want me to be the one to do this press release. You're really sure? I mean all the history between us... and I'm going to need to ask you personal stuff in a business way..."

"Yeah. I'm sure. I'm ready to break my post blink press silence. And I want you to be the first interview. I wouldn't even consider anyone else because the only way to make this easier is to spill my guts to someone that already knows everything. I wanna talk to my best friend not some stranger. I can't wait to see you. You getting fat yet?"

I smiled nervously. It was sweet of Tom and his new band to choose me and my magazine but it was also a lot of pressure...what would Mark think about all this? It was crazy that they still hadn't spoken in almost a year now.

"Well if you're sure then I'd be honoured. You want me to put you in ASAP? Same. I've missed you. Yup. All I do is eat all day long."

Tom laughed.

"Thanks. Yeah sounds good. Didn't you do that before anyway?"

I laughed.

"Yeah pretty much. Look I gotta go you're eating into my business calls DeLonge you ass. I'll set an interview up. See you soon. Love you. Bye."

"Harsh. But ok ok I'll go. See you soon. Love you too. Bye."

I bit my lip. Would Mark really be ok with this?

Mark's P.O.V

"It's weird right?" I asked.

Travis turned to me in the recording booth.

"Yeah. But I'm glad we're doing this."

We didn't have to say anything else we both felt it. Being in the studio without Tom felt really fucking weird. Empty...maybe even wrong? Did Tom feel that way with his new band? Probably not. I bet he didn't even think about it. Or us.