Chapter two
hundred and forty-one:
Christy and
Becky were sitting in the VIP room backstage at the theatre. They had gone
briefly to the hotel room and decided to accompany the boys to the theatre.
Becky wanted to see the show anyway, and Christy wanted to be anywhere other
than a hotel.
Becky was
boredly attempting a crossword puzzle in one of the magazines she had found
backstage, and Christy was reading a book on pregnancy. The body guard, Jimmy,
had a football game on TV with the sound off, which neither of the girls were
interested in.
“Oh my god,”
Christy spoke suddenly, catching both Becky and Jimmy off-guard. “Some
expectant mothers,” Christy read from the book, “Can expect their breasts to
swell to three or four times their normal size, often the first physical sign
of pregnancy.” She looked up mortified. “I’m screwed!”
Becky laughed.
“At least you’ll get to buy all new clothes.”
“Sounds like I’m
going to need a hell of a lot more bras.” She sighed.
Isaac and Zac
came back from the sound check. Isaac sat next to his wife on the sofa, peering
over her shoulder at the book she was reading.
She smiled up at
him as he put an arm around her and leaned closer to his body.
“We should order
dinner.” He observed. “It’s getting late. Does anyone know what they want?”
“I could go for
pizza.” Zac replied first.
Becky shrugged.
“Pizza is okay with me.”
“What about you,
honey?” He asked Christy, placing his free hand on her knee.
“Could you order
me a salad from the same place you get the pizza?”
He smiled. “Sure thing.”
“There are a ton
of fans outside the building.”
“Is that what
you were doing? Taunting the girls?” Zac teased.
“No, I was
sending someone out for coffee.” He corrected. “I just happened to look
outside…”
“She’s with
Luke. He thought she should stay back at the hotel and rest.” Becky replied.
“
“Yeah, I don’t
really care.” He replied, flopping down at the table. He removed his laptop
from his backpack and opened it on the table.
“I’ll call for
the pizza.” Isaac moved to get up.
“No, I’ll do it.
I want to make a call anyway.”
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“Zac?” Becky leaned across the table with a
whisper.
He turned away
from the football game he was only partially interested in to face her. “Yeah?”
“Can you take me
for a walk?” She asked.
“Sure,
babe.” He stood up
from his chair and stretched his legs.
Becky alerted
the body guard and followed Zac from the room. She promptly slipped her hand
into his.
“Is there
something you wanted to talk about, babe?” He asked, once they were a few feet
away from the VIP room.
“No, I just
thought we could spend a few minutes together…” She admitted. “It’s going to be
hectic.”
“I know.” He
smiled, pulling her closer, “but I’ll find time for you… I promise. And if I don’t… You have my permission to be mad at me.”
Becky laughed.
“And we’ll still
have the time on the bus together.”
“But not alone.”
She argued.
“That’s true…
but it’s only for another month or two and we’ll have the entire holiday season
to spend together.”
She smiled, and
stopped walking, pulling him to a stop. She stood on her toes and kissed his
lips.
He grinned down
at her. “And we’ll definitely make time for that”
She playfully
shoved him.
Zac laughed, and
took a step back, holding his chest where she had pushed him, feigning hurt.
Becky grinned
and took off running down the hall.
Zac laughed and
broke into a run after her. He turned the corner and caught up to her at last,
wrapping his arms tightly around her and pulling her close to his body.
She grinned, and
he bent to kiss her cheek, but instead blew a loud raspberry in her neck, which
caused her to burst into further fits of giggles.