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"I'm not staying at your place. You lived there with Meagan for 3 years!" I complained to Pete. It was two weeks later and life was super stressful. Besides the sex, which occurred multiple times a day sometimes. Hey, we had lots of lost time to make up for.
"I just don't feel comfortable with you staying at your place with all the shit going on," Pete reasoned with me. Patrick nodded in agreement. The guys were going back on tour later this week, which put everyone on edge. Patrick had shown up this morning with the most recent Us Weekly, which had an article on Pete and I. It claimed that Meagan miscarried because of the stress I caused her and then Pete left her for me. Not at all true. Except the leaving her and being with me now.
"I'll stay at Patrick's with Elisa then. I refuse to sleep in a bed you shared with another woman. A woman who is making our lives hell, by the way." We were pretty sure that it was Meagan who was leaking all the bullshit stories to the press.
"Krista is working on that. She'll be releasing a statement tomorrow about it. Hopefully that helps ease things." Patrick commented. He and Pete had been in their publicist's office multiple times recently trying to get something done about the insanity. I thought the paparazzi hounding was bad before, but I was so wrong. I can't go anywhere alone because I get cornered. I even had a fan spit in my face.
"I just keep thinking that we shouldn't have gotten together right away, Pete," I admitted. This all really blew up when he was caught leaving my backyard the morning after we got together.
"I will not let them dictate our lives. I want this," Pete confessed, taking my hand and kissing it softly.
"Amanda, just come on tour with us. Problem solved. We'll be with you and you'll have security around nearly 24/7." Patrick was genius. Why didn't Pete and I think of this?
"Would you want me to?" I asked Pete. He laughed at me like I was insane.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know." I stated because I wasn't even really sure why I asked. I mean, he was constantly all over me these past few weeks, so why wouldn't he want to keep that up?
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I laid in my bed next to Pete, feeling exhausted. Getting from the car and into my house was ridiculous. There were so many of them here tonight. Took a few minutes to not be blind anymore from all the camera flashes.
Pete scooted up to my backside, kissing my shoulder softly. He ran his hand down my side slowly, sending tingles throughout my body. I arched back into him, loving the way he made me feel. I froze suddenly, feeling a little nudge.
"Oh my god," I whispered excitedly.
"What?" Pete leaned up, sounding concerned.
"The baby! The baby just kicked!" I squealed.
"Seriously!" Pete sat up and I laid flat on my back to allow Pete to touch my belly. He covered my belly with both his hands, waiting for the kick. It happened again, but not where his hands were. I moved his hand over the spot and the baby kicked again.
"Feel it?" I asked, smiling. Pete's face lit up. He leaned down and kissed my belly before kissing me softly.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too."
"I'm not staying at your place. You lived there with Meagan for 3 years!" I complained to Pete. It was two weeks later and life was super stressful. Besides the sex, which occurred multiple times a day sometimes. Hey, we had lots of lost time to make up for.
"I just don't feel comfortable with you staying at your place with all the shit going on," Pete reasoned with me. Patrick nodded in agreement. The guys were going back on tour later this week, which put everyone on edge. Patrick had shown up this morning with the most recent Us Weekly, which had an article on Pete and I. It claimed that Meagan miscarried because of the stress I caused her and then Pete left her for me. Not at all true. Except the leaving her and being with me now.
"I'll stay at Patrick's with Elisa then. I refuse to sleep in a bed you shared with another woman. A woman who is making our lives hell, by the way." We were pretty sure that it was Meagan who was leaking all the bullshit stories to the press.
"Krista is working on that. She'll be releasing a statement tomorrow about it. Hopefully that helps ease things." Patrick commented. He and Pete had been in their publicist's office multiple times recently trying to get something done about the insanity. I thought the paparazzi hounding was bad before, but I was so wrong. I can't go anywhere alone because I get cornered. I even had a fan spit in my face.
"I just keep thinking that we shouldn't have gotten together right away, Pete," I admitted. This all really blew up when he was caught leaving my backyard the morning after we got together.
"I will not let them dictate our lives. I want this," Pete confessed, taking my hand and kissing it softly.
"Amanda, just come on tour with us. Problem solved. We'll be with you and you'll have security around nearly 24/7." Patrick was genius. Why didn't Pete and I think of this?
"Would you want me to?" I asked Pete. He laughed at me like I was insane.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know." I stated because I wasn't even really sure why I asked. I mean, he was constantly all over me these past few weeks, so why wouldn't he want to keep that up?
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I laid in my bed next to Pete, feeling exhausted. Getting from the car and into my house was ridiculous. There were so many of them here tonight. Took a few minutes to not be blind anymore from all the camera flashes.
Pete scooted up to my backside, kissing my shoulder softly. He ran his hand down my side slowly, sending tingles throughout my body. I arched back into him, loving the way he made me feel. I froze suddenly, feeling a little nudge.
"Oh my god," I whispered excitedly.
"What?" Pete leaned up, sounding concerned.
"The baby! The baby just kicked!" I squealed.
"Seriously!" Pete sat up and I laid flat on my back to allow Pete to touch my belly. He covered my belly with both his hands, waiting for the kick. It happened again, but not where his hands were. I moved his hand over the spot and the baby kicked again.
"Feel it?" I asked, smiling. Pete's face lit up. He leaned down and kissed my belly before kissing me softly.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too."
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