The Next Chapter of Our Lives

Wow, 2020 is Almost as Bad as My Life

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" We cheered. That's what started it, 2020, I mean. We watched the ball drop and screamed the traditional scream.

It's no secret that we all thought that this would be our year, truthfully, I just want 2019 to be over. I wanted to leave those monsters in the past, but leaving them behind would also mean leaving behind the birth of my first child, and my wedding. Personally, I'd rather live with those demons than live without the memories of my family.

But that wasn't all, the band performed publicly for the first time since my wedding. Not a big deal, right? Wrong. There have been many theories as to why I haven't shown my face until late December. Some were farfetched like Apollo was abusive and controlling, others were so close I didn't know how to react. That was only part of it. I had to make a decision before showing my face, pregnant theory, or not.

When I went on that stage, I had to control my powers, powers that have been acting up since Christmas. Managing that, and depression, and trying to teach my daughter how to handle her abilities. I'm tired, and now I have to deal with psycho fans and the dam paps.

We had performed the song New Beginnings, and I had to force my body to look 5 months pregnant. We sang a song about putting the past behind us, and I am doing the same thing that I had to do a couple of months ago. May just be me, but I'm not getting a lot of moving forward vibes from that.

That's not all. Oh no. See the dam president decided that it would be fun to start playing Battleship with Iran. So, while WWIII was about to happen, Australia decided to start burning, then Kobe died. That, I believe, was the moment we knew for sure that this year was cursed, not because all that happened, but because only a few weeks had passed. Did I mention Pence's summer camps? Jazmin was worried about those, being bisexual and all.

Let's not forget about Coronavirus, because being a quarantine was what I was hoping for this year. Oh, and murder hornets, shootings, cicadas, and, currently, BLM and police brutality.

"How are you?" Apollo asked as he hugged me from behind.

I leaned back into his embrace. "I'm pissed off," I groaned. "There seems to be more and more police brutality videos every minute, and they get more and more graphic. It's terrifying."

"It makes sense," Apollo replied, "you put your trust into these mortals to keep the others safe, and now they're killing them."

I hummed in agreement before turning around and passionately kissing him. "I just wanna get my mind off everything for a while."

The surprise was written all over his face. "Are you sure? We haven't done anything since-"

"Since the week before Marisol was born, I know. Besides, if I don't feel ready, I'll stop us."

I kissed him again, and he kissed back, letting me take the lead. He put his hands on my butt as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us up the stairs and to our bedroom. I pawed at his shirt, ready for us to get behind closed doors. He walked into our room and kicked the door closed.

He laid me on the bed, and I smirked at him before snapping my fingers, willing our clothes off. After confirming once more, he began kissing down my neck.

<Conveniently placed time skip to 2 hours later.>

Our legs were tangled, and the sheets were thrown onto us as we basked in our afterglow. My head was on his chest, and his arms were wrapped around me, and I smiled. I had kinda forgotten how passionate sex could be.

"I love you, 'Pollo." I looked at him intensely.

He gave me a warm smile and a peck on the lips. "I love you too. So much."