The noise of the crowd is so loud, I can hardly hear the directions being given to us by Adam’s assistant, Justin, a quiet, hardworking kid.
“You okay, Sweetheart?” Adam leans down so I can make out his voice over the screaming.
“Yeah, fine,” I lie. My heart is thrumming faster than I thought possible and my eyes are scorched from the bright lights of the cameras.
“I’ve got you, no worries.” Adam grins at me and splays his hand protectively over my huge belly, which causes the paparazzi to go wild. I smile up at my husband, knowing
that he’ll take care of me.
Slipping his hand in mine, Adam follows Justin up the red carpet, stopping whenever we’re told to stop and pose, speaking to the different reporters at designated places, laughing with the other guys in the band when we meet up for a group photo.
“You didn’t tell me how exhausting the Grammy’s are. I’m knackered already and the show hasn’t even started.”
Adam gives me a playful smirk before leaning down for a quick kiss. He tilts towards my ear so I can hear him, “I wasn’t seven months pregnant any of the times that I was here.”
“I should hope not,” I joke. “That would definitely cause a ruckus of enormous proportions.”
“Just a few more hours and we can fly straight home, Sweetheart. Sadie’s waiting for us.” Adam’s eyes meet mine and I sigh. I know the love he has for me is genuine, it runs so deep that it shows with every word, every touch.
“Okay, home sounds brilliant.”
I flick on the telly and run through the channels, looking for Sadie’s favorite program. When I see Adam on the screen, I stop and turn the volume up.
“Dada!”
“Yes love, that’s your dad.”
Sadie grins and stuffs her poor teddy bear’s ear in her mouth.
“Ugh! I look enormous!” I scowl at the screen and put my feet up on the couch.
“What do you expect, Sweetheart? You are in fact seven months pregnant.” Adam comes into the room with my mug of tea and sits down, pulling my feet into his lap.
“I didn’t expect to look like a bloody beached whale, Adam!” The designer made a custom dress for me out of a beautiful light blue chiffon, which was gorgeous when I put it on. They say the camera adds ten pounds, well, if you’re pregnant it seems as if that number quadruples.
“You don’t look like a whale, El.” Adam rubs my sore feet while Sadie runs over to the telly and smashes her dirty hands all over it.
“Mommy! Dada!” She points at us as they re-air an interview we did at the Grammy’s last night.
“Yes love, that’s us,” Adam tells our daughter.
Sadie comes barreling over and throws herself onto his lap. She’s such a daddy’s girl, it’s beyond adorable. Watching Adam interact so sweetly with her brings tears to my eyes more often than not, even more so now that I’m pregnant and hormonal.
The screen cuts to Adam and the guys on stage performing, then to them accepting their award for Best Album. When the program switches to another artist, I click off the telly and sigh, closing my eyes so I can enjoy my foot rub.
“Want to go to the park today?” Adam asks.
“Adam…” I whine, “we just flew in last night after standing on that bloody carpet for hours in horrible heels. Aren’t you tired?”
He chuckles, “Well, I wasn’t wearing heels, so no, I guess I’m not.”
I laugh with him and pretty soon Sadie joins in, her high-pitched giggles ringing through our New York flat.
“Maybe you’re right, we should stay in and recover. Have family time.” He puts Sadie on the floor and leans over me, dragging a finger down my cheek. “You looked gorgeous last night, Sweetheart. You’re always the most gorgeous woman in the room.”
I reach up and run my hand through his hair until it rests on the back of his neck. “I love you.”
He tilts his head and brushes his lips across mine, “I love you too El. We’ll do the park tomorrow. Today, we’ll stay home so I can spoil my girls.”