Wardrobe Malfunction(94)

The Oscars are over by the time I’m finished with the press. So, I meet back up with Charly in the limo. We’re heading to an after-party.

“Hey,” she says as I slip into the seat next to her. “Can I look?”

I hand the statue to her.

“Wow,” she murmurs.

“Right?”

We look at each other and then both let out yelps of excitement.

Charly throws her arms around me. “You freaking did it, Vaughn! I knew you would!”

“You never doubted.”

“Not a moment.” She smiles, handing me the statue back.

I put it on the seat next to me. I consider actually strapping it in with a seat belt, but that would be weird, right?

“So, that was quite an acceptance speech you gave.”

“You liked it?”

“I loved it. But I could’ve lived without you telling everyone that I stabbed you.”

“At least I didn’t tell them where you stabbed me.” I gesture to my cock.

“True. There is that to be thankful for.” She nods.

“And I didn’t tell them that the underwear you made was a cock warmer.”

“It wasn’t a cock—”

I cut her off with a kiss, like I always do when we have this debate, which has happened many times over the years.

“Warmer,” she murmurs.

“I love you,” I tell her.

“I love you, too.”

“How’s my son doing in there?” I press a hand to her bump.

“Our son is doing good. Sleeping now, I think. He was on the move when you were giving your speech. I think he was excited for you.”

“Not as excited as I am to meet him.” I lean down to talk to my son. “Three more weeks, and we get to meet, buddy. Your mom and I are so excited. And your gran and granddad, great-grandma, aunts, and cousins are all excited. There are a lot of people waiting to meet you, Elijah.”

We’re naming him after my grandpa. When we told my gran what we were calling him, her eyes filled with tears. She muttered something about needing a drink, and then she went into the kitchen to make up some cocktails.

I sit back in my seat and take hold of Charly’s hand.

“Happy?” she asks.

“I already was, Pins.”

Her eyes soften, and she smiles. Then, she leans her head against my shoulder.

The split in her gown has parted, showing me inches of one of her gorgeous legs. I put my hand on her thigh and squeeze. I take a glance down at her cleavage, too. Charly has always had fantastic tits, but since she’s been pregnant, they’ve gotten huge. And, I gotta tell you, I’ve had a lot of fun with them.

The gown is one of her own designs. She left the wardrobe and movie business and started her own clothing line. But not right away. The day after we got back together, Jack put out a press release, basically saying that Charly and Nick were already separated when our relationship started. Nick was fully aware that we were seeing one another, and blah, blah, blah.

After that, the media interest in Charly and me started to die down, as there was no great scandal for them anymore. And a few days after our press release went out, some squeaky-clean pop singer got high, stole a school bus—thankfully, it was empty—and totaled it into the side of a building. So, that kept the press busy for a while.

Charly came back to Vegas with me the day after the press release was issued and resumed her role in wardrobe while I finished filming.

She and Nick also started divorce proceedings. It didn’t take long for it to be finalized. And, shortly after, Charly was legally a single woman again. Well, she wasn’t single because she was mine.

And I made her officially mine a year later when we married in a small ceremony at the back of my ranch.

A few months after we were married, Charly opened up her own online clothes store, selling her designs. It got big fast. So, we had to expand and ended up opening up some stores—one in Portland and the other in New York.

We live permanently in Keno at my ranch. We also have another fixed member of the household—Jester. As soon as Charly moved in, so did he. There was no getting him away from her, but I understand that feeling. So, he lives with us and goes back to my parents’ when we’re away.

We also have an apartment in New York, as Charly needs to be there for her business quite often and, of course, to see Nick.

Nick lives in our apartment in New York, so we get to spend plenty of time with him when we’re there. It’s important that we do because he’s Charly’s family, and there is nothing more important than family. It helps that Nick and I get along great. He’s a cool guy.

He spends every Fourth of July, Christmas, and Thanksgiving with us at my parents’ house. My family loves him. Gran wants to adopt him. She’s always trying to talk him into moving to Keno. I think he would if it wasn’t for his business. He has his own interior design company now in New York, and it’s going really well for him. He recently also just started seeing this guy whose apartment he redesigned.