"Guess your right. But how is it weird?" I ask after giving him a slight shrug. I don't know if weird would have been the word that I would have used. "I just didn't think I'd ever see you get to this place, or if you did it would be when you were in your 50's. Like George Clooney. But I'm so glad
Sarah and Mitch carry on ahead of us and reach the table first, settling into their seats as Amelia and I weave our way around mingling guests and clusters of tables. "Mate, I've got a proposition for you and I've been wanting to talk to you about it all night but I think I just have to do it" Mitc
"We all sung a little" I tell her as her mouth falls open slightly in shock and awe. ———————————————————————— One auction and a pretty decent dinner later, the band has begun to pick up steam. I purchased a few items; a weekend stay at a castle in Edinburgh (Amelia mentioned that she had never bee
"Fine, I'll talk more" I say, my lips pressed against her temple before I give her a soft kiss on the forehead. She sighs happily in my arms and we continue to sway, until she breaks the silence with her quiet words. "So, what kind of music did White Eskimo make?" She inquires. "Rock'n'Roll baby,
The next morning I'm reading the paper at the kitchen island when I see some pictures from the photographers at the event last night have ended up in the paper, including one of Amelia and I with a small section of writing attached: Billionaire and Hotel Mogul Rhode Whitlock with longtime girlfrie
"Of course, we are godparents after all" Amelia tells her, finally looking up from her set of notes. "You do realise that you're throwing us way into the deep end here?" I tell Bianca. I've looked after Briella before, but never for this long and never on my own. Once when Briella was around 5 mont
"Unkie?" Briella says as I try to leave the room after tucking her into the bed of one of the spare rooms. I sigh before turning around. "Yeah kid?" I ask. Her tiny frame is completely dwarfed by the massive bed surrounding her, all that can be seen is her little head and the top of one of her stuf
"Briella your mum says you eat porridge for breakfast everyday, you're having porridge" Rhode tells the 3 year old sitting at the dining table beside me. She's completely refusing to eat it, and it's so adorable. She has this bossy feisty little attitude that I'm kind of obsessed with, but I think