Billie's POV

Me and Gemma were watching the Golden Globes on TV. Our pizza's were ordered and we were waiting for the festivities to start. The Phoenix of Prague was going to win and win big it was supposed.

As the celebrities made their way down the red carpet, Gemma tenderly took my hair out of it's jumbo claw and played with my loose hair

'Do you think anyone else will win anything?' She asked me. I pondered the question as tears ran down my cheeks. I loved the fact I still cried when my partner played with my hair.

'I hope so' I replied, wiping a couple of tears. 'It is a bit greedy for it to win everything' Another tear slid down my left cheek as we watched the interviews. Leonora was looking like a mouse who had caught all the cheese and talked like it too.

'I don't like her at all' Gemma declared, giving my hair a final play before tying it back into a ponytail. 'She speaks like someone who wants the earth and is going to get it.'

'Me neither' I put in, as one last tear ran down my right cheek.

The pizza’s had arrived, and since I had a tear stained face Gemma went to go get them. She joined me on the floor, wiping my last tear and giving me a passionate kiss on the lips, which I returned.

The ceremony started and we began to eat. As expected The Phoenix of Prague dominated the proceedings with eight trophies, failing only to win Best Actor in a Drama which went to David Weston who played the title role in Inspector Wexford on Holiday.

Leonora was so breathtakingly supercilious when she went to get her award and deliver her speech. Me and Gemma were appalled as tears streamed down our faces

'She's going to make so many enemies with that speech' Gemma predicted as she wiped her tears. I nodded wiping mine. When the movie won its eighth award we decided to switch off and go to bed

William’s POV:

With Anna agreeing to having a shower together, I guide her in and begin massaging her upper body, anticipating the force with which I will massage her legs, I ask: “Is it firm enough for your strong muscles, my queen?” When I finish massaging her upper body I move to her thighs, giving them the most sensual soaping and massage I am able to give her (I hope she allows her sexy muscles to jiggle in my hands).

A couple of days later, when we go to the gym, I ask for information about the martial arts classes, the receptionist tells me there is a judo class in the afternoon, the teacher is a black belt 6th dan Japanese man in his 40’s, there is also taekwondo taught by a Korean young woman in her early 30’s with a 5th Dan black belt taught early mornings, there is also Brazilian jiujitsu taught by a 29 years old Brazilian woman on Tuesdays and Thursdays and there are Krav Maga lessons at the late evening taught by an American black belt 4th Dan in his 50’s.

Anna's pov:

Without hesitation William quickly yet delicately takes my hand and guides me into the shower as he perfectly adjusts the water. He then spares no time massaging my upper body. I get so relaxed and lost in his massage that I don't know exactly where his hands are (just that it feels amazing).

I soon get snapped at of my tranquility by William asking if his massage is firm enough for me.

"Mmm-Hmmm!" I reply as I feel his hands slide down to my thighs. Giving them the most sensual massage I've ever felt from his hands. I felt my thighs begin to jiggle in his strong hands and I leave them unrestrained for his pleasure.

A couple days later we go back to the gym. He asks for any information they have about their martial arts classes. I wait for him to get back to me with any information.

Feeling Camilla reach climax at the same time I did brings a sincere smile and a feeling of utmost love and satisfaction. I don’t know how she ended on top of me but she rolls off me and, closing her eyes, her face starts to get artistically streaked with beautiful, large tears that leave thick streaks adorning her cheeks. I lean and kiss a couple of tears and streaks: “Are these happy tears, my love? Would you like me to take care of them like I did with the previous ones?”

I drop a hand on her calf, giving it a soft squeeze as I kiss a tear off her cheek: “Mind telling me the cause of your beautiful tears?”

Through my blurry vision I see Jarrod lean in and feel him kiss a couple of my tears as well as their streaks from my face before asking curiously if my tears are happy ones and if I'd like him to take care of them

"Mmm-Hmmm" I mutter in reply to his questions.

I then feel him drop his right hand on my left calf as he gives it a soft squeeze as I feel him imultaneously kiss another falling tear off my cheek. As soon as he breaks the kiss he asks if I'd mind telling him the cause of my tears.

I muster up all my strength to explain (trying not to completely break) "I was just picturing us with another child, the baby girl you've always dreamed of." I say unable to speak any further.

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