mr & mrs bieber

tres

Justin's Point of View

Where the hell was she? She did remember we had this booked today didn't she? My lounge was full of extra lighting and all their camera equipment. I was charming the reporter and doing my best to keep her attention on me and not on the fact Emerald was half an hour late.

But I couldn't keep her from not noticing my wife, who was meant to be in this article and interview with me, was missing.

The reporter, Anne, from Press Magazine and Press Tonight was going on about the details of her wedding which had also been this month. I kept asking details and pretended like I was interested when really, I was about to call Emerald ask where the hell she was.

As soon as Emerald got here I had news for her. She wouldn't be bolting off to another shoot. Or doing whatever she has been doing all week. It was Friday and I wanted her home for the night.

Tomorrow was my first day of the season and I knew she had promised to be at the game. It was part of the agreement. I wished she wanted to be there. But I'd settle with having her forced here. As long as she was there.

Anne had just asked me if Emerald and I had talked about kids, when I heard the front door.

Finally.

I heard her heels click up the foyer. Here I was beginning to think I had made up the fact I had a wife.

Then she rushed. My eyes flashed to her. God she was even more beautiful than I remembered.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I'm late." Emerald moved gracefully across the room. "I got a flat tyre. And I might have talents when it comes to being in front of a camera but I have zero when it comes to anything hands on." Emerald extended a hand. "Sorry for keeping you waiting..."

"Anne from Press Magazine and Press Tonight." Anne took her hand smiling. "It's fine Emerald. Your husband and I have been talking and I swear time went nowhere. Didn't even notice you were late."

I took in the scratches on Emerald's knees and the marks on her dress. She had indeed been changing a tyre. I felt a bit of a dick for thinking she was late on purpose.

"Why didn't you call me? I would have come." I didn't like the idea of her on her knees struggling to change a tyre. Not when that's what she had me for.

"My phone died. I couldn't even call road assistance. Anyway doesn't matter I changed it." She ran her hands down the sides of her dress. Like she was nervous.

She turned heading for the couch which was set up waiting for us. I reached out for her, putting my hand on her side and pulling her back to me.

"Don't you have a car charger?" Surely someone who was on their phone as much as her, she would have spare chargers everywhere.

"Nope." She turned looking up at me. "Maybe I should get one?"

That confused smile had me and the tension I felt all week went. From wanting to message her, to controlling myself and not messaging her. To the build-up about tomorrow night's game. I kissed the back of her head. "We'll invest in one for you."

I took her hand and her skin was just as soft as I remembered. I sat down on the couch still holding her hand and I was thankful when she didn't sit far from me. Instead she seemed relaxed enough to be sitting against me. I let go of her hand and put my arm around her back, gripping onto her hip. Keeping her in place.

"So guys we will keep this as simple as having a conversation." Anne smiled and the fact we were about to go on television dawned on me. I hated press. Usually because they never had anything nice to say about me.