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engagement ring?”
    I covered my laugh with a cough as the interviewer
tried to remain professional. After a few moments she cleared her throat and
resumed.
    “Have you popped the big question yet? If you have,
what did Issy say?”
    “Of course I have. No way would I release that info to
the public before I asked her.” I looked directly at the closest camera with my
trademark smirk. “And naturally, she said yes. I’m irresistible.” With a wink I
waited for my band-mates to stop laughing before I continued. “Seriously, Issy is my other half. I didn’t know I could feel like this
about a woman until I met her. Issy owns my heart and
soul, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”
    Dillon leaned toward me. “Now who’s making ovaries
explode across the world?”
    “Would you like to tell us how you popped the big
question?”
    I was so grateful the questions about my sex life had
stopped. The first couple of interviews after the scandal had honed in on BDSM
and domestic violence. Issy and I had followed the
advice of our publicist and stuck with a “we wish to keep our private life,
private”. That and we kept quiet, avoiding public scenes where we’d be caught
by the media. So now the hype had died down and I got to respond to questions
like this one that I didn’t have a problem in the world with answering.
    “Well, I took her out to our favorite restaurant for
dinner. Then when we got home I settled her on the couch before I grabbed my
guitar. I’d written a song for the occasion so I sang it to her, then dropped
to one knee and pulled out the ring.”
    She’d said yes, squealed like a schoolgirl, then jumped on me. But I wasn’t telling that on live TV. Nor
was I confessing that after I took her on the floor, I took her to bed where I
bound her in rope and spent the whole night making love to her every way we
could think of. But that shit was private, and always would be.
    “That is so beautiful. Will the song be on the next
album?”
    I shook my head. “No way. That one will always be only
for my Issy .”
    “That’s a pity. Like most of your fans, I would have
liked to have heard it.”
    “Ah well, I assure you there’ll be songs about her on
the next album. Just not that particular one.”
    Grace stirred and made a gurgling noise that drew all
attention to her. Dillon rearranged his hold on her so she faced out, and
naturally the cameraman zoomed in on her sweet little face.
    “ Zeck , you and Dillon have
always been competitive in all things. Does that mean the pitter-patter of
little feet for you and Issy soon?”
    I threw my head back, laughing hard.
    “Well, we both ended up with Australian women within
the same tour. So I guess I’d better get moving to keep up with him on the baby
front. Although, I will add that having a family is an important choice and not
something to be taken lightly or in jest. But yeah, Issy and I would love nothing more than to give Grace a playmate.”
    As the interviewer moved onto Law I sat there grinning
as I imagined how beautiful Issy would look with her
tummy rounded out with our baby. It had become my favorite daydream. My life
since joining Right Time had been a roller coaster, but now with Issy , it all seemed to be leveling out into what looked
like a bright future. Life was good. I just hoped Law and Alec could find their
slice of heaven, too.
     
    The End
     
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