On a private island in Fiji.
Morning—the night still strong—moonlight shines overhead, and the ocean laps the coral sand and slips over our bare feet. Only one house on the island, the roof is made of straw and palm leaves—but Banks, Sulli, and I aren’t looking backwards.
We take each other in. This moment, this place. We had enough time to grab a few things and forget a thousand more. Rent the island. Hop on the plane.
Take a boat here.
We’re coming off a long effing travel. Yet, I doubt anyone would be able to tell.
We’re in total knockout love.
Infatuated with each other and today.
Sulli—Sulli is gorgeous in a white billowy dress that catches in the sticky wind. Seashells nestle in her loose braid.
I haven’t told her, but she does look like a mermaid.
Her arms reach up to the darkened sky, then stretch wide and brush our shoulders. I’m enamored with her. With him, as he soaks in Sulli, his white button-down blowing against his chest. Mine does the same, and Banks takes me in, smiling, then nods my way. “We made it.”
“I knew we would,” I say deeply.
Sulli smiles between us. Our combined confidence feels mightier than the ocean beckoning us forward, and with short, playful glances, we know where we’re going.
We sprint into the water. Splashing, clasping each other’s hands, and laughing. Banks almost goes down, but I catch him around the waist from behind. He seizes Sulli before she trips over him, and soon, we’re breathless, and we find ourselves further in the ocean.
Calm.
We form a circle, wading in the water together. She’s on her tiptoes, but Banks can stand easily. We hold onto her while she fiddles with two wooden boxes. “Kits.” Her eyes lift to mine.
I breathe in. Memories flashing through me, of all the strange hours we woke up together. So I could run with her. So I could chase after her through the woods and deserts and suburban streets. As her bodyguard. But today is solidifying more.
Today, I become her husband.
“Banks.” Her green eyes rest against his, and she tucks a piece of his hair behind his ear. He cups her cheek, their heads bowing closer, and then she glances to me, to him. “My spirit and my soul. I promise to always love you, no matter what fucking madness is ahead. It’s the three of us.”
“The three of us,” I say resolutely.
“The three of us,” Banks nods.
We promise to protect Sulli. To always love her. To never leave.
And she pops open the boxes. Two more braided rings with our favorite colors woven together. I suspect Winona made them too. Sulli struggles to knot mine, and Banks helps. We share a smile, and Sulli tries to knot his ring, the threads wet in the water, but I also help. How it was meant to be.
We kiss Sulli’s cheeks.
We’re smiling, laughing, kissing her lips one after the other, and screwing around, splashing water. I dunk Banks at one point. We’d all say that time stands still when we’re together. Even on September 7th, the day Sullivan Meadows became our wife.
Nothing crushes our spirits, not the helicopter buzzing above us—yeah, that’s been there since our feet hit the sand. Nothing brings us down. Not the paparazzi in the chopper capturing photos of our wedding. Not even the boat in the distance or the telephoto lens.
This is our life. Our fame is fueled by our existence. Our love.
Nothing stops us.
Not even time.
The sun rises. Blues, oranges, and yellows in the horizon. And we’re still kissing, still joking about Blue Lagoon, our island, still breathing and laughing and loving.
Celebrity Crush – December 15th
Sullivan Meadows Confirms Pregnancy & Spiritual Marriage! Who’s The Baby Daddy?
What a bomb-drop! After weeks of speculation, Sullivan Meadows finally confirms that she’s preggers through an Instagram post. And the biggest shocker—she revealed that she was pregnant during the Olympics. Which means she won the three golds and two silvers in Los Angeles this summer with a baby on board. Totally nuts!
We also learned that Sullivan did in fact marry her boyfriends in a spiritual ceremony. Remember all those photos from their romantic Fiji island getaway? We predicted a marriage after spotting those braided rings on her boyfriends back in September, and turns out, we were right! What else could we be right about? Celebrity Crush has theorized Sulli’s due date. We’re guessing March. Though, she hasn’t confirmed how far along she truly is. She also left the baby’s paternity up to the good old-fashioned guessing game. Is the dad either hunky Marine, Banks Moretti, or sexy Muay Thai fighter, Akara Kitsuwon?
And where is Sullivan now? Our sources say she left Philadelphia before posting the baby news. Is she fleeing for peace & quiet while we’re all salivating for answers? Not fair, Sullivan! Tell us more!
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