Reflection 2:Better Together

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February 25th.

"Justin!" I giggled as the young man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It was our three year anniversary this week, and as his surprise to me, he flew us to Rio de Janeiro to celebrate. Currently, we were splashing around in Ipanema beach at some cove and Justin decided it would be funny to throw me into the water.
"What?" He laughed.
"Don't drop me, please?" I pouted, holding on to him tightly.
"Fine." He put me down in front of him, and immediately I wrapped my arms around his neck, his finding my waist in my black strappy bikini.
I smiled up into his face, the same face that stared at me in a similar position years before, the night I realized I loved him.
"May I have this dance?" He asks, smiling crookedly at me.
"I love you, Booger." I said truthfully.
"That's not what I asked, but okay." He jokes and I slap his chest, "You're such a dick."
"I love you too, Cupcake. Is that better?"
I nod, leaning up to kiss him. Our lips meet softly and I linger there for a while, "I don't see why people can't understand our love." He mumbles against my lips.
I get down from him holding me and grab his hand instead, "In time it'll get better, I promise."
We walk hand and hand back to the main beach and gather our stuff before walking back to the hotel.
Once we get upstairs, I completely strip and make my way to the bedroom. I grab my phone from off the charger and one of Justin's flannels along with a pair of clean under wear and a pair of my shorts. I hear Jus walk into the bedroom after me, "Why does it look like we aren't going with the plan?"
"Why are you such a horndog?" I giggle, turning around, "I changed my mind." I explain.
"Because my wife is hot."
"Wife?" I raise an eyebrow, walking straight past him and into the bathroom.
"You will be!" He calls after me.
I shake my head, "I don't do marriage, Mr. Bieber. I love you, though!" I call back, stepping into the hot water.
Eventually, My phone rang whilst I was texting in my shower, disturbing my peaceful moments of relaxation.

"Hello?"

"Paige, how's my favorite muse?" A cheery British voice met my ears, signaling that Simon was calling, of course.

"Hey, Simon, what's up?" I asked.

"Paige, I know you're on vacation, but-"

"Simon... is this work related?" I sighed.

"Yes, but before you shut me down, I know how to save your career."

My heart flipped, "Seriously? How?" I was excited to say the least, my career was like my baby. And I'd finally started to get the rumors to die down and become my old fun loving self again. It had been a long time coming. Now my wish was slowly coming true.

"I can't discuss the details with you over the phone. I'd like you in my office Monday morning." So much for that idea. I instantly deflated.

"Simon... Monday is my anniversary. I can't, I'm sorry."

Simon sighs, "Babe, it's a big business. So what, you miss you anniversary. You aren't married to him, and if he loves you he will understand that your job is important."
Yeah it is important... I think.

"Simon, I'd need to talk it over with him. I will call you as soon as I have news on the decision , alright? Thank you for the opportunity, though."

"Alright, Paige. I will be awaiting your call. Remember your priorities."

"Bye, Simon." I sang before hanging up the phone. I placed my phone on the floor just outside the curtain and washed the salt water from my face, hair and body. Turning off the water I grabbed my towels and wrapped up my hair and body. After drying myself, I pulled on my black lace bra and matching panties from Victoria's Secret, throwing on Justin's flannel and my leggings. I decided to let my hair air dry and haphazardly curl and frizz as it may, grabbing my phone and walking out. Justin lay on the bed, asleep, and I smiled at how he was curled up. I lay next to him, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it.