God only knows where love vacations.

I walked up behind Seb and wrapped my arms around his body before kissing his cheek, his eyes narrowed on something and when I followed them I wanted to groan because he was looking straight at my father. "I love you," I whispered in his ear, an almost sickeningly sweet tone. His gaze didn't shift and my own eyes started narrowing, but on my husband instead. "Seb," I said loud enough for him not to miss.

He broke out of his daze and looked at me, an innocent expression on his handsome face, "What did you say?"

I sighed but smiled at him, thankful for the day going good so far. The Pitt women had outdone themselves and the backyard was gorgeous, they hired a catering company and the food looked amazing. My family had taken a quick liking to the Pitt's and I couldn't blame them, Seb's family was amazing. "What's on your mind baby?" I asked, knowing that lately the only thing on his mind was work. I couldn't talk to him about moving, even having offered to live in his place in San Francisco. It was causing a small friction between us whether he noticed it or not and it was draining me. 

"Your dad hasn't said anything to me all day," He replied and looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face. Honestly, I had no idea where the two men currently stood. My dad has said that he was happy for us and he seemed to genuinely mean it, but Seb had his doubts. I secretly just hoped that my dad could see how happy Seb made me and that it'd be enough for him. My mom was much easier. She cried a lot and kept asking if we were planning on having kids soon. Sometimes you couldn't tell a mother that you never wanted to have kids, she just wouldn't listen. 

"Lies. He said hello instead," I said and wrinkled my nose. "He's happy for us."

"Oh he said hello! I should be honored," He said sarcastically and when I narrowed my eyes on him again, he groaned, "That's called being polite."

"Sebastian," I said seriously, not ready for one of his moods. Lately they'd been tiring and depressing. 

He sighed and turned me in his arms so that now I was facing him, his expression one that made it seem like he wasn't really there, too busy lost in his thoughts instead. "I need a drink," He said eventually, his face serious.

I looked at him with a face that was a mix of concern and annoyance, my hands setting on his chest, "If you're planning to get drunk I suggest you to go talk to my father first."

He broke into a smirk, "So that he can give me advice on what to drink?" I ignored his smart ass remark and sighed again as my shoulder slumped, my head tilting down and my forehead resting on his chest. He lifted my chin with a finger gently, until I was looking at him again. "Let's start over," He suggested, his eyes taking me in while his lips curved in the process until he met my gaze again. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?"

"No, you didn't," I said quietly, seeing the man I had fallen in love with in the first place.

"You're gorgeous," He smiled more genuinely and kissed me chastely before pulling back and grabbing my hand, "Do you want a glass of wine? Food? Can I do something for my gorgeous wife?" 

My lips quirked into a smile and I squeezed his hand, "A glass of wine would be nice."

He brought our entwined hands up to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the back of my hand, making me smile even wider. "If I'm not back in five minutes come looking for me. Your father might've murdered me," He joked with a grin while I shook my head.

"I'll count the minutes you're away. Your five minutes is starting now," I winked at him and let my hands clasp together as he walked away. I kept my eyes on him before moving them around the party, both of our families mingling together while my mom gave my dad a stare much like the one Seb had been giving him. I was a daddy's girl through and through, I could see how his career had become so important to him, but he still put me first. I walked over to where my mom was sitting alone and slipped onto the bench beside her, "He's still crazy about you."

She rolled her eyes but then looked up at me and smiled, "Let's not speak nonsense right now, this is yours and Sebastian's day." No matter how many times I told her that my husband preferred to be called Seb? She still called him Sebastian. It was the New Yorker in her. 

"I'm glad you made it," I said honestly. 

"Of course sweetheart," She smiled back before a sad look appeared on her face. "I'm surprised that your sister didn't instead."

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling bad for not inviting my sister in the first place. I knew by know that she was dating Gavin, it wasn't hard to pick up a tabloid and collect that much information. But she'd lied to me, avoided me like the plague. I didn't want drama today and I didn't want her to show up with Gavin on her arm, causing a scene between my husband and my oldest friend. I'd become a bad friend, that much was clear, but the position I'd been put into wasn't an easy one. What did you do when the man you loved more than anything hated one of your friends? I'd played a million roles and still hadn't covered that one. "How is Mills?" I asked out of curiosity, my mom closer to my sister than anyone else. 

"I wish you'd call her and find out yourself. She's not doing great and could use her sister," She replied and I saw the look in her eye, the look that let me know I was still a disappointment to her. She was proud of me and I knew it, but I think she also had resentment towards me. It was me who tore her family apart. 

"I will," I told her and looked at Seb who was standing near my father with two drinks in his hand. I sighed and stood back up, "I better go save my husband from dad."

She let out a laugh, "Your dad will come around. He's trying."

"I know," I said with a smile and walked over to my two favorite men, leaning into Seb's side and letting my smile widen again for how handsome he was. "Are one of those for me or are you extra thirsty?"

"Both," He grinned as he handed me a glass before he glanced at my dad, "Do you want some too Carl?" 

He nodded, "Yes, red please." He offered a smile while Seb poured another glass, then gave it to him while he ignored the shocked look on my face. "Thank you. I think I'll get something to eat too now."

"We'll join you soon dad," I smiled to my dad as he walked away, then my expression changed as soon as he was far enough. "What did you say to him?" 

Seb smirked at me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he pulled me closer to him. "Nothing," He said and looked down at me, not hiding his amusement.

"Lies. Tell me everything," I said and even narrowed my eyes little for effect, too bad it would never work. 

"Drink, you'll need it before hearing what he said to me," He said, making me roll my eyes but I drank anyway. He faked a serious face, getting ready to finally answer me. "He told me he'll do anything he can to convince you to divorce me."

This time I didn't feel that amused anymore and I hit my husbands chest, "That's not funny Sebastian."

He grinned at me again, pulling me closer and pressing his lips on mine, "Sorry babe. He gave us his blessing in his own way." He muttered against my mouth before kissing me and pulling his head back, not wanting to give a show in front of our families.

I slowly processed his words, silently wondering what he meant by 'in his own way.' My father never made it a secret what he thought about Seb and while he'd be the first to admit that Seb was a great actor and successful in any other line of work he decided to tackle? The look on his face when me and Seb got together in the first place? Well, I thought he was going to have a heart attack because he looked devastated. But we were kids then and Seb was a playboy actor who had an awful reputation. I was still a sweet little thing then... now? Not so much. We were different people now, it only took my dad a while to realize that. "Did he hug you?" I asked eventually while Seb grinned back, amused by my question. "Well? Did he?"

"No Ar," He kept grinning as he shook his head. "Men don't hug. We pat each others backs awkwardly and shake hands."

 I rolled my eyes but playfully this time, nuzzling my husbands neck and breathing in his manly scent. "You have no idea how much that means to me," I said quietly, meaning it. 

"I do instead," He said back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as he let me lean against his  side. "I did it for you." 

I pulled my head back, looking up at him as my eyebrows furrowed, "Didn't you care?"

"I care about you only," He said, his hand lifting to push my hair off my face as his grin got wider, "And myself too of course."

I laughed and in that moment a camera clicked, the sound followed by Seb's groan. We looked in front of us where my mother was taking a picture of us. "Sorry I couldn't help myself," She said, pushing her lips together.

I smiled at her, "It's okay mom, but we weren't posing." I looked up at my man before squeezing his side, a hint to what I wanted him to do.

He turned his head just so slightly as he stared at the camera, "You're pushing your luck babe." He whispered against my ear, it probably looking like he was telling me sweet words.

"I'll make it up to you. Don't I always?" I whispered back with my smile still in place, tilting my head enough to shoot him a quick wink.

"No. Not always," Came his response and I laughed, unable to help it. I didn't expect the day to go back.. but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been nervous. I was thankful it was going so smoothly instead. I was happy, more happy than I had been in a long time and I had Seb to thank for that.

I looked up at him and lifted an eyebrow, "You aren't allowed to lie to your wife."

His lips quirked upwards, "Says who?"

"Me," I said before faking a serious look. "I'm the rule maker."

It was Seb's turn to laugh as he shook his head, "Keep dreaming babe." 

His smug voice made me narrow my eyes, even though I was just being silly, we both were, and it was usually a good sign. The last few days had been a roller coaster, so I was enjoying the relaxed mood a lot. "Says who?" I asked back, using his own words against him.

"Your king," He whispered and I rolled my eyes but didn't argue, leaning into him and tilting my head back as I silently asked for a kiss that he gave to me a second later, it being quick but soft. "We should stop isolating ourselves from the party. Or your father will think I'm a bad influence on you and I want to keep you away from your family."

"God, you're paranoid," I sighed, my lips curving into a smirk.

"I can't let my guard down," He grinned back at me as he set his hand on the small of my back, leading me towards where everyone was. Where the food was too.

"I want to sit by Uncle Sebby!!" Jules said and patted the seat beside her, "Sit here!"

"Yes mam," He replied and sat down next to his niece as I took the seat by him.

"Seby," Haylie mocked her sister, her mom smiling down at her in amusement. Both of the girls had decided to wear their Mickey ears from our trip to Disneyland. They looked adorable and my mom was already melting over them, wheels turning in her head while she imagined that kind of future for me and my husband. 

She leaned into the table and looked intently at Natalie, "Your girls are adorable and love their uncle, don't they?" Her attempts were pathetic. 

"Seby!" Haylie told her with a huge smile.

"Aunt Aria was in movies," Jules informed my mom who let out a soft laugh.

"She was," She gave her a nod and smile back.

I grinned at them and looked up at Seb. Besides my dad who doubled as my manager, he was the only one who knew I had signed on to do The Night Circus. I trusted Seb with my life, but I only hoped that my dad wouldn't chose this moment to bring my career up. "Are you hungry baby?" I asked my husband.

Jules face lit up and she put a hand over her mouth, "Uncle Sebby isn't a baby!"

"Thank you for telling her," He said to his niece, a grin on his face since really, it was impossible not to be in a good mood around her. "Aunt Ar gets confused sometimes." 

"Me baby!" Haylie cut in, of course wanting our attention and I swear it was like a challenge between the two girls.

I wrinkled my nose at her, making a silly face, "You're the cutest baby."

Haylie seemed happy with the compliment and almost threw herself off the chair, running over to where I was sitting to hug me, making everyone at the table melt. Apparently both of our nieces had their preference. "I love you," She said, her tone unsure since she still didn't talk perfectly.

"Aw baby, I love you too," I said back to the tiny girl, picking her to let her sit on my lap while everyone stared at us. 

"Can I have another slice of cake?" Seb asked me, surprising me since we'd already eaten like pigs and usually he ate so healthy.

Julie nodded her head as if she was agreeing with him, "I want it too!" She looked at her mom who was already shaking her head.

"You're going to sleep soon, you know the rules," Natalie answered seriously and stared at her daughter in the way that made clear that she wouldn't change her mind. 

But our niece was a stubborn little thing, so she set her hands on her hips, "But I want it." 

Seb cut the tiniest slice of cake and reached for two spoons, handing one to Jules, "We can share it. I'm sure mom wouldn't mind," He offered with a smile, glancing at his sister who was sighing. Jules seemed happy with that and clapped her hands together before taking a bite.

"When are you leaving you guys again?" His other sister asked, finally taking her eyes off her phone and looking at me.

"Tomorrow morning," I answered for the both of us, still cuddling Haylie who looked in heaven and on the verge of falling asleep at the same time.

My father woke up suddenly, glancing at me, "Are you going to London already?" 

"We're going to Copenhagen instead," Seb answered for me, staring at dad and challenging him to go on and talk about work. 

Jules' mouth dropped open as she looked at Seb wide eyed. "I don't want you and aunt Aria to go!" She cut into the conversation, looking genuinely upset about that and a part of me felt bad. Over the past month we'd been spending so much time with the girls and as much as I knew Seb hated LA, it made me wonder when we'd see them again. 

"We'll be back cutie," I said to her and smiled, not sure how much truth was in my words but hoping it didn't show. Eventually we'd come back to LA and I knew that... but I knew that it wouldn't be often. 

She pouted and looked up at Seb, "Why do you have to go? Don't you like it here instead?"

All eyes were on Seb who looked uncomfortable, always so verbal about how much he hated Los Angeles which was his hometown. "I have to take Aunt Aria to Copenhagen for our honeymoon," He told her finally and she wrinkled her nose in confusion. 

"Can't I come too?"

Everyone laughed while her mom shook her head, "It's going to be a romantic adult trip and you'd have no fun."

Jules looked back and forth between us then at her mom again, "But I had fun with Uncle Sebby and Aunt Aria at Disneyland!"

"You can't miss school," Her mom said in a more firm tone and the little girl sighed back at her. "Don't you love school? All of your friends are there."

"Except for Uncle Sebby and Aunt Aria," She said in a sad voice, still pouting a little.

"I'll still be here," Kathleen told her.

"No wonder she's so sad," Seb joked and his sister shot him a glare. 

Kat rolled her eyes and looked at her brother with an eyebrow lifted, "So have you two decided where you'll live once you get back from vacation?"

"Why? Do you want to move in with us?" He asked back at her, trying to make a joke out of it but he was starting to show his annoyance as well. 

She didn't even bother to answer and rolled her eyes again instead, giving time to my mom to talk. "Are you going to keep your LA house, right?" She asked me. 

"You better, here is where the industry is," My dad added, as if Seb needed to hear that.

He slumped in his chair beside me, keeping his mouth shut. "We can't take a decision until we don't know what our projects are exactly," I answered with a smile that was forced, using the words Seb had given to me so many times. I was being as patient as I could be, but the topic was one that made me want to hit my head against the wall since I could never get a decent answer out of my husband. 

"When am I going to see you on the big screen again?" His older sister asked me, always a big fan of me not only as a person but as an actress too. 

"Soon...but I can't tell yet," I said back as I faked a serious face that was mostly silly before winking at Natalie.

Seb took advantage of the moment, since everyone was now focusing on me to focus on his niece. She looked sleepy, but when he stretched his arm out and grabbed her tiny hand her face lit up, "Come here, let's nap together." 

She jumped down from her seat and climbed onto his lap, adjusting herself as she leaned her back against his chest. My heart melted, watching him wrap his arms around her waist and set his chin on the top of her head, cuddling his niece while everyone kept talking and telling us where we should live.

"No matter what you'll do, I hope you're keeping the Seattle home," Kathleen said, sipping her glass of wine, "And give me a pair of spare keys if you're not going to really live there." She added with a grin, making no mystery of how much she had loved that place since the time she had come visit us. 

"I agree with your sister," I looked at Seb with a grin on my face, finding my husband who looked on the verge of falling asleep and his niece already had her eyes closed. I looked back at Kathleen, "I love the Seattle house and I put a lot of work into it."

"But why would you want to live in Seattle? There's no family there!" My mom replied and I tried not to cringe. She lived in New York while all of her family lived in Los Angeles. My dad shot her a look, but kept his mouth closed. 

"Let's give the kids a break. They've barely been married for a few months now and still have some discussing to do, but honestly? The choice is theirs to make," My dad said from out of nowhere and even Seb's eyes flicked up to look at him. This was the man who had just thrown our careers at us and said that the right place to live was LA. 

"We have our vacation to think of first," Seb said quietly and yawned, moving Jules ever so slightly and causing her to stir in his arms. 

"Are you awake little cutie?" Nat asked her daughter who didn't move this time, still cuddling Seb. "I should get going. The girls need to sleep."

"No," Jules said finally and wrapped her arms around Seb's waist, 

He kissed the top of her head and spoke quietly to her, "I need to sleep and Aria too." 

"But I want you to read me a story," She protested in a small voice, it being muffled since she was pressing her face against his chest.

He sighed and looked like he didn't know what to do, glancing at me for advice while I shrugged lightly, having no idea either. "It's too late for that, but I promise you that I'll read you one tomorrow," He said eventually.

"Ha!" His sister let out a laugh, "You're digging your grave Seb."

"But you're leaving tomorrow!" Jules protested, pulling her head back to look at him with her intense eyes that showed how smart she was.

"I'll call you," He grinned at her and poked her nose, ignoring the eyes on him as he stood up, still holding her. Moving his attention to me, he motioned for me to get up too before he walked over to his sister to give her daughter back.

"Promise!" Jules said seriously, still not letting go of his neck.

"I promise," He said back and kissed her cheek, then straightened himself while I made my way over to his side.

I smiled at Jules, "Don't worry I'll remind him." I said before saying goodbye to her and a moment later we were saying our goodbyes to our families, thanking them for what they had done for us. 

I watched Seb's stoic face as we made our way out to the car and I squeezed his hand. It was like he was there, but wasn't really. "We survived babe," He said, offering a smile that was little, but was genuine.

"We always do," I smiled back at him since that much was true. We'd endured so much as a couple and sometimes it felt like we'd lived a million lives. It was draining at times, but always worth it. "Now that dinners over, you can breathe again," I added with a smirk. 

"Hilarious," He said back but a small smile appeared on his lips, stopping to get the keys from his pocket and unlock the doors. 

I climbed in and waited for him to get in the drivers seat, watching him start the car and ease it away from the curb. I wondered when we'd see our families again or even make our way back to LA, but he lost his temper just about every time I brought the topic up so I kept my mouth shut.  "What time's our flight?" I asked eventually, to break the silence. 

"Five."

"At night?" I asked hopeful, already knowing the answer. He shot me an amused look then shook his head. "So early," I said with a frown.

He set his hand on my leg and gave it a squeeze, "You'll have 12 hours on the flight to sleep."

"Will you cuddle me on the plane?" I grinned again and set my hand on top of his. 

"A little," He answered quietly, keeping his eyes on the road as he drive towards my house and grinning a little because by now he knew how flights with me went. I fell asleep in less then an hour only to wake up briefly in the middle of the flight, just the time to eat and for some sexy time, then I was back in my dreams. No wonder I loved flying so much. 

"Just a little?" I said back and frowned. 

"I will as much as you'll be awake," He explained, though I was well aware of how he'd keep cuddling me the whole time anyway, always afraid to move me just enough to wake me up. 

I squeezed his hand as he parked the car in front of my house, waiting for him to give me his attention. "If you'll be good and cuddle me, you'll get lucky," I said in a whisper, leaning my head closer to his.

He closed the little distance between us, looking exhausted but cracking a smile anyways. He kissed my nose then my lips, "I'm lucky already, I have you."