We eased into the re
st of the interview, answering various questions wherever we were comfortable sharing. Of course, we left out my near breakdown when I found out we were pregnant, my parents, Kurt’s parents, the stalker. That was private.
The interview was coming to an end. Anna asked, “So…August twenty-first. Will we hear wedding bells before then?”
Next to me, Kurt froze. Nothing about his past or mine had been brought up. Honestly, I had been waiting for this question and was ready for it. “No. Marriage isn’t on the table for us.”
Anna’s face registered shock and then confusion. I would imagine, after seeing us together, it was a natural reaction. “May I ask why?”
That was easy. “Because what Kurt and I have feels like perfection. We’re the same in so many ways, opposite in the ways that keep life fun and exciting, and we’re confident in what we have. Changing anything would be tempting perfection. Why do that? I’m happy. Truly happy.”
The reporter stopped for a second. “That’s beautiful. Is that how you feel, too, Kurt.”
“Absolutely. Sawyer is my match in every way.”
Thud.
There went my heart as I gazed at him. If we were using the love word, I would tell him. Maybe soon. Hopefully.
“So, are you guys up for some photographs? It’s going to be different than what I’d originally planned since I thought we’d just be shooting Kurt by himself.”
Maybe this was where the blow-up doll could fit in. Kurt squeezed my knee as if he were reading my thoughts. Hesitantly, I asked, “What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to title this ‘Matched in Every Way’ or something like that. I want to do some sweet pictures of you together and then a few fun ones. Kurt mentioned you love sticky notes and organization. I was picturing you sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by stuff and Kurt in the back with his shoes kicked off, coat on the chair. You know…messy.”
I chuckled. “That’s our life.”
“Yes, and I want to capture what I saw and heard today.”
That seemed like a good thing.
Kurt shrugged. “I’m good with it as long as it stays within the contract guidelines. What do you think, baby?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it.” I was excited, actually excited, to do this after hearing the concept. It would be natural and totally us.
We stood, and Anna snapped her fingers. “And can we get George here? I think we need to have your dear lap poodle. You guys will get makeup and outfits, and I must get some props. We’ll be ready to shoot in the next hour and a half.”
“He would love it! Our dear lap poodle.”
George was getting bigger by the day—he now weighed close to forty pounds. But I loved him so much. Kurt made a phone call as I was whisked away to the private studio for makeup and wardrobe.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Sawyer
For the last picture, I sat cross-legged on the floor surrounded by sticky notes, notebooks, and organization bins. George sat not too far off from me with Kurt’s sock in his mouth. Behind me was a mess. I wore a cute little outfit that accentuated the baby. We’d made funny faces, smiling faces, faux-serious faces. It had been a blast.
“Okay, can we get one more of Kurt kneeling and touching the baby.”
“Sure!” I said.
I stood, and George came to my side and sat. “You’ve been such a good boy. I’m going to get you a special treat.”
“Do you care if I give him a treat? I had some delivered,” Anna said. She had been with the photographer throughout the entire shoot, checking the pictures after we took them.
“Yes, of course.”
One of the assistants called George, who ran over to get his treat. Kurt walked up to me and touched my abdomen. I placed my hands on his. “You having fun?” he asked.