She's My Girl: World Tour

Noticed

POV: Natilie

"I'm not answering any questions." I walked passed the paparazzi with Mike by my side.

"We just want to know how you are feeling about it afterwards!" One woman pressed the matter.

"I am not answering any questions. I have said what needs to be said." I grabbed the back of Mike's shirt and let him clear a path. We were trying to go get something for Emilio from the hotel that Lauren and I forgot, and since the hotel is attached the the arena that we are preforming in paparazzi are waiting for us to come out. Constantly. They're taking fucking shifts.

"Please! We need to know!"

I could tell Mike was getting pissed, but he knows he can't say a word. He clears a path and keeps me safe. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Mike, just plow through them. I'm getting anxious." I held the back of his shirt tighter and he got the point.

Mike cleared the way within seconds and got us to the elevator and nearly had to push kick one to keep them from following us into the elevator.

"Thank you." I sighed in relief as he hit the button.

"Do they know what floor you guys are on?" Mike asked me, still on high alert.

"No idea."

The doors opened and we were swarmed once again.

"Please leave me alone. I'm literally about to have a panic attack." I buried my face in Mike's back as he plowed through them like a truck through snow. When I'm panicking he will do whatever it takes to get me somewhere safe so I can calm down, even if he has to truck through a crowd of cameras and nosey people. If they ask about something lighter or just nicely ask me to smile it's one thing, but this is different.

Mike opened the door and ushered me inside before slamming the door behind us to make a point.

"Fuckers." Mike muttered under his breath before taking his shirt off and then his vest, leaving him in his compression shirt. "That shit is heavy. I've been wearing it for ten hours now."

"Well, I appreciate the work you do for me and the girls." I sat on the edge of Lauren and I's bed and took some deep breaths. "I get flashbacks when they get pushy like that."

"I know you do Nat the Cat, but we have time to take a second before meet and greet and then sound check with your Q&A. We've got about thirty minutes before we need to head out." He checked his watch.

"I have to get Emilio's stuffed lion and train. It's the only way to get him to stay calm while Lauren and I are both busy. He's too emotional today." I sighed. "We have to get him tested for Aspergers. He has several signs, and he fits the stereotypical genius kid if he is interested in the topic. Lauren and I are just scared of the answer. Not like we would love him any less. It's just we are scared of what he will face." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"I've noticed it too. He has issues with sand and dirt on his skin. It burns him from sensory overload. He doesn't do well with crowds either. He just yells at people around him." He sighed and sat down on the bed beside me. "He also only reacts to yours and Lauren's mom looks, body language wise. He's still a kid though, so maybe it's just anxiety."

"That's wishful thinking." I got up and grabbed his train and lion. "Someone with anxiety doesn't drop to the floor at any given location and chant a series of words. It's always 'earth, fire, water, air' over and over again. Always in that order."

Mike nodded his head quietly. "When we get to Wyoming I know a guy you can take him to."

"Who do you know in Wyoming and how?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"My friend in high school went there once he became a psychologist. He specializes in Aspergers, autism, and other disorders like that in kids. I think he could help. We kept in touch here and there."

I nodded slowly. "I'll have to talk to Lauren about it."

"Either way he is still Lio, and he will still be my favorite nephew."

"He is your only nephew." I giggled. He always finds a way to make me laugh.

"Favorite is still a strong word." He shrugged and got up before pulling me into a hug. "I'll be here with you guys through it too." He kissed the top of my head.

"Let's not make me cry before meet and greet. I have a good face of makeup on right now." I pulled away from the hug and fanned under my eyes.

"Sorry sis, but it's true. Are you ready to see me truck through more people?" He smirked.

"You enjoy this more than you should." I rolled my eyes as he opened the door.

"Possibly." He chuckled as the door closed behind us and the hallway was surprisingly empty on the way to the elevator. They must've gotten bitched at.

"I want him to get help, but what if it's because he's not even three yet?" Lauren was in denial, which I expected. We don't want Emilio to have Aspergers by any means, but just because we don't want him to have it doesn't mean we should stop him from getting help because we're scared of a label.

"You can see it as soon as eighteen months old. The only thing that age plays with is if it's autism or Aspergers. It's harder to tell at his age, but his sensory issues is alarming. Sand burning his skin as he described it. That's not all autism. Aspergers sometimes falls on the autism spectrum, but it's not all austism." I tried to state facts. She does better with hearing facts. It lets her put two and two together instead of just telling her it.

My wife sighed. "We'll get him tested by a few different doctors before we start with something, and I want whatever we start with to be in Miami."

"Thank you Lauren. Thank you." I gave her a look and she got the point.

"I'm just scared for him. What if people treat him differently?" She bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions.

"Everyone fights battles. Some harder than others. But no matter the fight people will always find something to judge. People treat us differently because we are a same sex couple, and guess what? We have a kid, we are married, and more successful than them. We just won't let him let others put him down. We wouldn't let him do that no matter what battle he was facing." I cupped her cheek in my hand gently and rubbed it with my thumb, causing her to instinctively lean into my touch some.

"I guess you're right." She closed her eyes, taking in the moment for a second.

"When am I not, mi Mundo?" I giggled softly.

"It's quite often." She chuckled. "You're book smart, but far from common sense."

"Wow, I see how it is. Would you like me to come at you for all of times you were wrong?" Let the play fight begin.

"Although it wouldn't take much time to say them all because of how rare it is, I really don't want to hear about them." A small smirk played on her lips.

"You little-" I slapped her arm with the nearby magazine. "You are so egotistical."

"But you love it. Especially in bed." She ran away after making that last comment, knowing the magazine was really coming for her that time.

"You dirty minded hoe!" I yelled out to her. God bless Mike and Mila for taking care of Emilio for a bit so we could talk about him getting help.

"I'm going to get my son. See ya!" She slipped out the door to our hotel room and I loudly groaned. She always runs.