The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (27 page)

The food was as amazing as I thought it would be. Garlands of white aromatic flowers were laced around the venue and draped throughout the tent. We mingled with the guests, and several women congratulated me on catching Andrew Hughes. I laughed when one shook her head, saying to herself, "If I wasn't eighty-two..." Andrew's fans were wide in age, obviously. I made sure that Andrew danced with her later on that evening.

Everyone was having a great time, and Connor's men were very low-key. Occasionally, I would catch someone gawking at Andrew or myself. One guy that I smiled at turned quickly away, before he peeked back. I waved, and his mouth dropped open, before he smiled back. I laughed to myself. You could tell people were trying to give Andrew his privacy, but he wasn't like that. He was a guest, like everyone else, and was being treated as such.

I was talking to a group of women, and turned around and asked Andrew to grab me another plate of food. They all looked amazed by the fact that Andrew Hughes was going to fetch food. I laughed to myself when Andrew came back and offered the women some. They grabbed at it so quickly that only scraps were left for me. Andrew smirked, which caused them to swoon, as I grabbed the plate to go get my own damn food.

I went to sit down next to my mom and Rebeca. They were both going on about the hospitality they had received so far. Andrew and I had had breakfast yesterday with my mom and Bob and his parents. Dad and Pilar had already had the pleasure of meeting the Hughes's.

My mother was surprisingly on her best behavior, and she and Rebeca were getting along perfectly. Bob and Nelson talked about cars the entire time. Andrew and I spent most of the time trying to dodge all the wedding talk. My mom and Rebeca were hoping for a smaller wedding. When they said that, I kicked Andrew under the table, mouthing 'I told you.' He looked at me apologetically and said that we would talk about it later.

When later came, he reminded me that I hadn't yet "officially" accepted the ring back—touché.

I watched as Erin cut the cake, threw her bouquet, and danced her first dance with Miles. The evening was perfect, and the night was heating up. The band was incredible and was playing a great mix of music for everyone to enjoy.

When Andrew whispered in my ear asking for a dance, a chill ran through my body. Having his arms wrapped around me quickly melted that chill away. We started out with a slow song. When the music switched to an upbeat tempo, we still swayed in each other's arms. It had been a long time since I'd felt him around me, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't dying inside. I wanted to be with him in every way, but the time apart had been productive.

We had met a few times before I had left for New Orleans and talked. A lot of things were brought up that surprised me. Andrew thought I called Grant to cancel the wedding while all I did was tell Erin to call the wedding coordinator to stop the planning. I expected Andrew to call me, but he was respecting my wishes, for the first time, I added. I
had
told him to stay away. Needless to say, after that conversation, our heads were spinning with he said, she said. Then adding the whole Brittney slap in the face conversation, gave me a migraine.

I couldn't say that the hurt we both caused each other had simply vanished, but the love we had for each other was still there. I loved Andrew, and when we had decided to fight for our relationship in London, it seemed as if that was the only thing that we were doing lately. Between his trust issues, Brittney, his job, my job, my not trusting him...we had done so much fighting, that there seemed to be no joy left.

Even though the ache in my heart was dulling, it still needed to mend. Andrew and I actually started to talk about our relationship. Being vulnerable and laying down our fears wasn't easy. We vowed to communicate more, even if it affects the other person's feelings, and to speak up if something was bothering one of us.

Sadly, I forgot that I had told Andrew to do the same in London, but I had failed to follow my own advice. I vowed to speak up and to not be as passive-aggressive as everyone seemed to think I had been. Even Rebeca mentioned about speaking up more when we were talking about the wedding. "How is a man supposed to know what you want, dear? They can't read our minds."

Andrew and I took a break from dancing and sat down with our family, as well as Keira and Owen. Nelson and Rebeca were taking their own break from getting down on the dance floor. Nelson had moves, and the man had some soul deep down inside. Rebeca was right—he was full of surprises, just like his son.

My dad drank beer with Bob, while Pilar and my mom chatted about my mom's new house in South Carolina. I loved how well my family got along. I knew that my Mom and Dad were cordial to each other because of me, but they had always been gracious to each other's partners.

A very tipsy Erin and Miles joined us, and we all sat talking about how wonderful of a day it had been. Wade video chatted with Taylor, and we got to see Emma cooing and spitting up through the cell phone. Wade beamed proudly, and you would have thought the girl had spit up gold.

When we had hung up with Taylor, Wade signaled the server for a round of shots. I had had enough to drink, and by looking at Erin, she also had.

"Oh Andria, I can't wait until you see Emma in person. She is so beautiful." Rebeca boasted proudly.

Everyone agreed with her, and then my mom hinted about having a grandchild. Rebeca and my mom started talking about how great that would be. Then, they looked at Erin saying how cute her babies would be. Erin clapped her hands, stating that she wanted lots of kids. By the look on Miles's face, he was thinking about one or two at the most.

The cutest kids were dancing on the dance floor, and that brought my attention away from the conversation. I faintly heard Erin slurring something out like, "OMG, Andria! Could you have imagined...Taylor, then you, and then me! We would all have been pregnant in a row."

I automatically nodded my head without paying that much attention to what Erin was saying. When I felt all eyes suddenly on me, I asked, "What?"

Andrew spoke up first. "What does Erin mean when she said Taylor, then you, then her?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Who knows what Erin means, she's drunk." I should have paid closer attention. "I must have missed something."

"Ummm, Erin just made reference to…" Keira raised one brow. I wasn't following. "To the blue box." She added.

Blue box?

Blue box...

The blue box!

I turned to Erin. "What did you say?"

"I was…I don't know…something about babies and—damn!" Her eyes widened.

"Erin Young-Scott!"

"Andria…"

I could hear it in his voice. I turned immediately to Andrew. "Can we talk about this privately?"

Andrew nodded, stood, and held out his hand.

As we walked hand in hand past the now quiet table, I heard my dad ask, "Is Andria pregnant?"

I gave Erin a glare, and she looked apologetically.

She was lucky it was her wedding day.

On the drive back to our hotel, we didn't say a word. Andrew's regular driver was not available, and we were using someone local. Any personal discussion had to be tabled until we were alone.

Although the silence between us was uneasy, I was comforted by Andrew's hand intertwined with mine, his fingers stroking back and forth against mine. I think we both needed that connection, right then. It had been a very long time since we had had any physical connection and it weighed on both of us.

Even though we were working things out on a mental level, we hadn't had any real intimacy. Being in the same two bedroom suite hadn't been easy—I won't pretend that it had been—but it had been productive, and we had spent most of our time talking, versus engaging in
other
activities.

That didn't stop my girly bits from protesting, however. I was in a constant state of arousal around him, but my mind was in control. I wanted our relationship to work, and if that meant no sex, then no sex.

Yeah…I had to keep reminding myself of that, along with Andrew.

Andrew immediately took off his jacket when we entered the suite and sat on the sofa waiting for me to explain. I sat beside him, taking a deep breath and said all at once. "A few weeks ago I took a pregnancy test."

His eyes got wide. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't as if I was trying to keep it a secret. I told you that I had something to discuss with you tomorrow, remember?" He nodded his head. "We had never discussed pregnancy before, and actually…I wasn't sure what to say."

He swallowed hard saying, "Are we…"

I was puzzled. "Are we…what?"

He moved his body forward asking, "Are we pregnant?"

My
eyes got wide. "No! Oh, Andrew, did you think I wouldn't tell you if I was? You thought…oh…no it was negative."

"I see." His head fell.

I reached for his hand, placing mine in his. "Hey. Did you want me to be?" I asked an octave higher than expected.

He looked into my eyes. "Would it be bad to want that?"

I didn't know what to say at first. "Ummm…no, I just never thought you wanted kids right away."

He leaned back. "I would like to have some time with my wife for a while, but if it happened…I don't know…I don't know if I'm ready?"