Thrive - Side 2

Within a month or so, we released a new video for Life of the Party, toured in Australia along with Japan and are now on the precipice of releasing our seventh studio album, Last Young Renegade. I am over the moon as are the rest of the guys. Miranda is now sixteen weeks along in her pregnancy and Jack is feeling the same way just over the prospect of becoming a father in November. Abby and I have been married for the past five weeks and life truly has never been better. We’ve talked about having children, so she went off the pill a week ago and we’re just going to see what happens. Now just seems the right time and whenever it happens will be the perfect time. Tomorrow is actually the day the album is going to be released and Abby has the day off so we can all celebrate at the album release party on our relatively new record label, Fueled by Ramen.

“Hey, babe.” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

It was eight o’clock and she had just gotten home from a nine hour work day.

“Hey. Miss me?” she said, pressing her lips to mine.

“Always.”

She smiled.

“I missed you, too. Mind if I grab something to eat? I’m really hungry.”

“Go right ahead.”

She unraveled from me and made the short trek to the kitchen. She grabbed leftover scrambled eggs that I made this morning and heated them in the microwave.

“Thanks again for making breakfast this morning, Mr. Gaskarth.” she said with her mouth full.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Gaskarth.”

I don't think she has any idea how delighted I feel when he have exchanges like this as husband and wife; I can only imagine how she feels.

“Want a bite?”

“No thanks. I’m good. I saved those for you.”

“Anyway, this is maybe a stupid question... a really stupid question, but how are you feeling about tomorrow?”

“Excited as I’ve been since our wedding day.”

She was smiling again.

“How about you?”

“Very excited, mostly for you, but as a fan, I can’t wait to put this on my phone.”

I smiled and kissed her cheek since she was still eating.

After she ate, she retreated to our bedroom where I predicted she was doing her bedtime routine.

“I missed you changing. What a bummer.” I asked as she was putting her clothes in the hamper.

“You have the rest of our lives to watch me change.”

She turned around and faced me.

“Talk about being blessed.” I said, kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. I picked her up and placed her on the bed quickly pushing her further onto it.

“Now, let’s get these off of you.” I said into her neck.

I quickly removed them, followed by her panties. She has no idea how much I want her right now.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you, too. Can I take your shorts off?”

She moaned as I began rubbing her.

“Fuck.”

I was looking straight at her with a lustful look in my eyes.

“You’re frustrating. You know that?” she asked.

“I thought you loved that.”

I truly did.

“But I want you so badly right now. I want those damn briefs and shorts off.”

She practically growled.

“I haven’t seen you this hungry since our honeymoon. I love it.”

She crashed her lips onto mine and reached for my shorts, managing to slip a finger under my waistband.

“Alex.” she cried.

I slid down and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going any further.

“Just give me what I want. I need you inside me.”

I started sucking on her thighs before paying attention to her pussy, driving her crazy in the best way possible. She grabbed my hair very tightly in sure hopes of getting my attention; it did and I came back to her face.

“It’s about time.”

I smirked and took off her shirt while she removed my briefs and shorts. I pushed her back down and swiftly entered her.

“Thank you.” she said as I started to pound into her.

She dug her nails into my back as I bit down on her neck. Several minutes later, we were sweaty and breathless.

“I love you, Alex Gaskarth.”

“I love you, Abby Gaskarth.”

The following morning, I woke up to an empty bed and I wondered where Abby could possibly be. I climbed out of bed and ventured a short distance when I came face-to-face with my beautiful wife.

“Good morning.” she said, smiling.

“Morning.” I said, yawning.

“Is someone tired?”

“A little.”

She moved a bit, trying to get around me before she grimaced; I knew why.

“Is someone sore?” I asked knowingly.

“Because of you.”

I had a smirk on my face; I could not help myself.

“You’re lucky I’m not working today. People would be asking questions.”

"I'm curious as to what you would say."

"I'd tell Jayla the truth of course, but I'd tell everyone else I fell."

"Fell? Doing what? Falling onto my-"

"You shut your dirty mouth." she said, covering my mouth.

I laughed.

"It's almost true."

She laughed into my chest.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours?" she asked, touching me on the forehead.

I took that hand and her other, placed them on my shoulders then I put my hands on her hips.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

She went to kiss me, but her phone stopped her.

“Stupid fucking-”

I kissed her, inadvertently preventing her from answering her phone.

“Why are you so damn intoxicating?” she said after maybe ten seconds.

“That’s a good-”

“That was a rhetorical question.”

I inwardly groaned as she separated from me and went to check her phone. She sat on the bed and picked it up to see that Miranda called. She laid on her stomach and called her back.

"Hi, honey.” she answered.

“Hi, sweetie. What’s up?”

“Just felt like talking. I’m feeling really good this morning.”

“That’s great to hear. At least one of us is feeling good.”

“What’s going on?”

“Well, I’m sore from having sex last night.”

“It was that good?”

I was looking at her, wondering where this conversation was going to go next.

“Oh, you have no idea.” she said, smiling.

“I miss having sex like that.”

“You’ll have it again. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know.”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t on a day that I’m supposed to work.”

This is when I put on some clothes and left. I was in the kitchen when Abby came walking in.

“Hey.” she said.

“Hey. Done with your sex talk?”

“Alex, that wasn’t all about sex. Women talk about more than that.”

I rolled my eyes.

Sure. Sure you do.

“I asked her about Jack and it had nothing to do with that. Does it really bother you about me talking to her about it? I can stop if you want me to.”

“A little bit. Could you at least do it when I’m not here? Because I know you can’t help yourself.”

“I can do that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Thank you. I truly appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

Come six o’clock, Abby and I were about to head out the door to go to the party.

“Can I tell you something I love about you?”

“That’s one of the dumbest questions you’ve ever asked me, but the answer is always.”

“I love that you like to keep things simple when it comes to fashion. Prime example was your wedding gown. You never looked more beautiful and you look pretty damn beautiful right at this very moment as well.” I said, holding her hands.

She blushed and looked at the floor. I tilted her head up as she stood on her toes and I kissed him.

“I love you.” she said.

“I love you, too.”

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah. Shall we go?”

“We shall.”

She grabbed her purse that was beside her and hooked an arm around mine. When she walked into the building, she quickly found Miranda and hugged her while I went to find Zack. Minutes later, I searched for the bar, so I could order a drink. I found Abby at the bar, ready to order a drink; I kissed her cheek.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hey."

She turned and kissed me. When her drink came, I insisted on paying for it.

“You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve gotten it.”

“I wanted to.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Is that cherry related?”

She laughed.

“It is.”

“No surprise there.”

“Want a taste?”

“I’d rather taste the person who’s drinking it.”

“I like that idea better.”

I kissed her again after she took a huge sip.

“Delicious.”

I ordered a beer for myself and sat next to Abby. The party went well and by eleven, she had hit a wall and was ready to go home. When we got home, I lifted her out of the car and laid on her bed where she quickly passed out in her dress.

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