Chapter Sixteen

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Emilia

The sounds of Aubrey shuffling around the room and talking on the phone had woken me up later that morning. I rolled over to see the sun beaming through the windows. The clock on the nightstand read 10:47 AM.

10:47?

I quickly hopped up, realizing that I slept right through Madison's feeding time which would throw her completely off schedule. Mom guilt immediately set in.

She wasn't in her crib. I could hear Aubrey, but had no idea where he was in this big ass suite.

Trying to hurry out of this bed was a fail. My legs were still a little jello like from last night. My lips curved into a smirk replaying specific moments. I paused a minute to get my balance before continuing on.

Following his voice led me to the living room area. He was lying down on the couch, with her on his chest as he held the phone to his ear.

He flashed that infamous smile and stroked his beard when he saw me.

"Well she just woke up so I'll say another hour and a half?" he continued talking, "yeah, 1:00 is cool. Tell the crew I'm sorry for the delay, but this family shit is important. Aight. Peace."

"Good morning my love ," I said to my smiling baby girl, "are you ready to eat? Mama's sorry she's behind schedule."

"I already fed her," Aubrey stated proudly, as I picked her up and kissed her forehead, "I changed her diaper and burped her. She's good to go. I wanted you to get some extra sleep."

My eye roll was an immediate reaction to his sly wink. I laid Maddie against my chest as I sat down beside him, first snuggling her closely then letting my fingers combed through her thick curls that mimicked her father's.

Aubrey leaned over and kissed my temple, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I nodded with a sigh, "last night was just a lot to absorb. Still doesn't feel like I'm halfway across the world not even 24 hours after someone tries breaking into the house.

He reached and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger, "I know, baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I really am. But you're here now and you're safe."

I found myself checking him out as he quickly responded to a text message on his phone. Shirtless, in a pair of gym shorts. His chest and arms were looking slightly more chiseled than before. Seeing the portrait of myself tatted on the back if his bicep always made me smile. Even months after it was initially done, it was still flawlessly beautiful.

It took me back to the night when we went for our first "couple" tats of each other's first initial on our ring fingers. So in love and wanting to express it on an impulse after we had just been arguing. That was us. We fight hard but love even harder.

"That was Oliver on the phone," he said, breaking my train of thought, "I have my final dress rehearsal and sound check in a couple hours. We open up tomorrow."

With every thing going on, it had totally slipped my mind that his opening night was almost 24 hours away.

"You feeling good about everything?" I asked.

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