Nola, and her three beautiful girls, are looking for a fresh start. When they take up temporary residence in her grandparents home in London, she is told the musician living next door is rarely home. To Nola, he sounds like the perfect neighbor.
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The flight back is quiet, especially with Nola sleeping with her head in my lap most of the way. Today, she has on a white D&G track suit that perfectly accentuates her fading tan. Her hair is back in a pair of matching french braids that are currently cascading over my thighs. I swear I could watcher her sleep for the entire flight, but instead I attend to a few emails I've been avoiding. Once they are sent off, I open my photos and select my favorite image from our time in Italy to post. I momentarily consider the fact that Nola is in a bra, but it looks like a swimsuit and I do tastefully crop I before posting it to my private account.
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"Nola, love," I say, leaning over to kiss her lips, "we're landing in a few minutes." She stretches her body out long on the couch before sitting up and sleepily pulling her legs up into her chest.
"Do we have to go back?"
"No, but I think we might need to tell the pilot if you've decided to change course and go back to Italy. I suppose my mum and Gemma could pack the girls up and fly them down."
"Not what I meant, Harry."
"Good, because I actually have to work tomorrow and I didn't want to get fired before we even start filming. Seems that already happened on this film once."
"I just like when it's the two of us. We didn't ever get to do that. Like, just the two of us as a couple. When the girls are home, even if they're sleeping, I can't give you 100% of my attention. But, when we come here, I can completely hang up the mom badge for a few days and get lost in you." I pull her onto my lap and indulge until the air stewardess gently asks us to buckle our seatbelts, in our own seats, for landing.
We get ready to leave the jet, covered in sunglasses and scarves. Even if they figure out it's me, they won't be able to figure out who she is, which is the point for now. I exit the jet first and hold my hand back to guide her down the stairs and to the car, knowing that it's a public display, but I'm fucking done pretending I don't love her when I'm in public. That's soul crushing for both of us.
Even though I know she loved the time just the two of us, Nola is anxious to get to the girls. Her body is jittery in a subtle way, but one that I know all too well. As the car pulls to a stop, I watch Nola contemplate what to bring inside, but I know all she wants to do it get to the girls. "Leave it all. Let's go see the them first." I say. She reaches for my hand and we basically run up the stairs to get to my living room.
"We're home!" I yell as I swing open the front door and follow her inside. Her tiny clones, in matching french braided pigtails, run for her.
"Mama!! MAMA!!!" they both yell, but Lottie is the first to make it to her arms. She bends down, always getting on their level, hugging Lottie tightly as I do the same for Mia.
"Did you work on a tea party set up while I was gone?" I ask Mia as I hug her and she nods excitedly. "Annie played tea party with me." I giggle at the name she calls my mum, but it's adorably appropriate, given that she is not a grandmother or family member. Mia leads me to the playroom to show me the tea party set up as Lottie tells Nola about the baking they did while we were in Italy.
