So, its been over six months since I slept with Leo and we're now an official couple. Well, actually we've been dating for those six months, minus two weeks. I had come down stairs and we talked it out. He said he really liked me and I really liked him. We took it slower, got to know each other more and two weeks later he asked me out. Now here we are with a healthy, strong relationship and I couldn't be more pleased. He's a great guy. We leave for work about the same time so we always eat breakfast together. At night we meet each other at the diner and have dinner together. We're perfect together. A real power couple.
Well anyway, today is a beautiful summer day. We both have off and I wanted to have some...time alone with my boyfriend. I came downstairs after taking my shower and put my hand on his cheek.
"Honey, I want to go to the beach today. Can we? Since we both have off, I just want to have some regular time with you."
"Of course, dear. Perhaps the photographers will leave us alone for once" He chuckled and pulled me in for a quick kiss before we both left to pack up for the beach.
We had a good day. First thing we did was go swimming. We splashed each other and laughed for a long time. Or what felt like a long time. When I felt my skin beginning to prune, I waddled out of the water to go sit on the beach.
Leo joined me so he could work on his tan. I had to put up an umbrella because I would burn if I lay out like him. He's so lucky to have such lovely tan skin!
But later that afternoon, I had a plan. We had been only dating for six months, but I knew I loved him. I couldn't imagine my life any other way. I could only see it with him. We stood on the beach, holding each other.
"Leo, I love you" I whispered gently to him.
"I love you too Monica" He whispered back. He leaned in for a kiss but I pulled away.
"I know this is very nontraditional but..."
I sank to one knee before him. He looked shocked.
"Monica...?"
"Leo, I love you. You are the most loving, wonderful person in the world. You support my career, my dreams and everyday you love me. I want to love you, for the rest of your days as well."
"Marry me?"
He looked so shocked and then he laughed. I knew it wasn't malicious, it was excited.
"Yes! Yes of course!"
I stood and hugged him tightly. We didn't let go for some time. Finally, he pulled away and looked at me.
"Let's go sign the papers now."
"Now?"
"I don't want a wedding, there will just be photographers there anyway. Let's just go, sign the papers and be done with all this. Be my wife, now" I was confused why he was asking this. I figured he'd want a big wedding. Instead he was asking to forsake that. Actually, that sounded very tempting. I didn't have many friends and even Will had become distant in these months - he was an expecting father. There was no one to come.
"Of course. Let's go"
I know I shouldn't have agreed. Something in my gut told me not to, but I did.
We stumbled home, sometime later, already in each other's arms, married. He took my last name because everyone already knew me by Monica Luck. Monica Thatcher just didn't have the same ring.
We celebrated our wedding night a little early. I couldn't have been happier with the man I was with. He was perfect for me. We were perfect together. I was sure all the gossip magazines were gonna have a ball with our quick marriage but I didn't care. I was happy.
There was no way that this could get any better.
But...there were ways it could get worse. I quickly found out after a few months of marriage that Leo is very controlling. He bough me new pjs because mine were "too scruffy". The marriage bliss was still there I was just...a little annoyed by him.
He also bought me a new shirt and made me change to wearing different jeans. I dunno why, he just said he liked me better like this. I suppose I do look better but...It was my choice what I wear you know? I guess I'm just a little miffed that he works such long hours anymore and I hardly ever get to see him. He comes to most of my shows but I wish he would come to more.
I was back at the club, drinking again. This was what I did with my spare time. I no longer had a problem holding my juice. I wasn't a drunk but I liked to hang out at the bar. It was also where I met with alot of my fans, giving the pictures and autographs. I was becoming pretty big now. I wasn't as big as I wanted to be but I was beginning to make an indent in the celebrity world.
When I returned from puking my guts up in the ladies' room, my darling husband was sitting there. I ordered a drink as he finished his and we chatted for a while. It felt like old times for the moment. I smiled to myself. He seemed in a very good mood today and it made my mood better right away.
I was in such a good mood that when he got up to use the restroom himself, I followed him.
"Hey honey, I have a good idea." I told him.
"And what's that?" He asked.
I didn't answer instead taking his hand and pulling him towards the photo booth behind us.
...
I ripped them into tiny pieces so no one would ever see those...um...'lovely' pictures. They really weren't meant for the light of day.
But by that time and with that little 'mood boost', it was time to get ready for my show. I headed to the bathroom to change while they started setting up my stage.
Another great show, with a beautiful stage setup, thanks to the people there at the club. My husband stuck around and watched this show which meant the world to me. The nervousness seemed to slip away and I preformed my best. I sang like an angel and danced like a freak and got an excellent check at the end of the show.
And I really though things were looking up when I got sick again. It must have been that drink or something...I couldn't imagine what it was. It woke me up in them middle of the night though. I had to be quiet so not to wake Leo. I didn't want to upset him with some food poisoning or whatever this was.
The next morning before Leo went to work he cornered me. I was wearing one of my comfy dresses. I needed to be in something no so tight and stuffy today.
"I heard you throwing up last night. Are you alright? Have you been to the doctor's?" He asked.
"No. I really don't want to go to the doctor's" I told him.
"Go. Today. While I'm at work." His tone was flat and forceful.
"Leo..."
"Don't use that tone with me, Monica. Go to the doctor's today. If you don't, I'll take you when I get home" With that he turned and walked out of the house. I sighed in defeat. I did a few chores around the house, putting it off for as long as I could but I had to get going.
So in I went. I had no idea what they might tell me. I was probably just sick.
I was pregnant. I was expecting a baby. How could this happen? I already knew Leo wasn't very fond of children and we hadn't even talked about this yet. How was I going to tell him? I sat on a bench outside of the hospital, in shock. This would not end well.
And chapter three. I hope you guys are liking it so far. Any feedback is good feedback! Anyway, have a good day everyone :)
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