Will I Have Time to Bake?

Before you chastise me for being such a slacker, hear me out. I have never been this busy in my life. But I have also never been this happy. As busy as I have been, I never get shit for it. Trent and I manage to find time for each other. Stealing lunches at work and quickies before we both pass out from exhaustion.

Right after Lizzy’s wedding, work at the Tonight Show was busy because she was out, so I was doing the work for two web producers, which was absolutely fine, because I really do love what I do. On top of that, I was waking up early each day to head to the editing sessions for the show. We got a release date for February, which would be here before I knew it. The second batch of promos are almost finished and I’m super nervous how it will work out. BUT, since I had such a great reaction at Comic Con, that puts my mind at ease.

Last weekend, was Jess’ bachelorette party. I swear, it’s like all that extra money I’m pulling in is going right out to partying and weddings. It is money well spent though. This time around, a certain pregnant woman who’s name I shall not mention was not invited. It was just our close knit group of friends and her sisters. At her urging, we took a tour of Nassau Coliseum and got to ride the zamboni at the Islanders game. Then we walked over to the hotel across the street and got drunk at the hotel bar. It was the perfect night for Jess. Nothing too wild, and included her favorite team. Oh, and they won, so that was a bonus.

“I still don’t understand why they won’t let us get married at center ice!” Jess moaned into her beer.

“Jess, they said you could, it would have cost double the amount of what you’re paying for the wedding now though…” I reasoned.

“I know, but how cool would that be?”

“It would be pretty cool. Now drink up, those boys wanted to buy us drinks,” I said, nodding in their direction.

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“How was your night last night?” Trent asked the next day.

“It was fun. Nothing crazy happened.”

“No one asked you to cuddle?”

“No. But I did get a lot of free drinks. It was a cheap night once we got to the bar.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing me. “Now, come to bed, I missed you.”

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“So, this week, you have two editing sessions. You’re at the Tonight Show three evenings. Then your flight leaves on Friday morning. You get back Monday night,” Anna said.

We were going over my schedule for the week today. Trent and I were going to Puerto Rico for a long weekend. I found a great deal that wasn’t going to cost us too much. It would be nice to relax for a bit. And this time, I wasn’t running away. I was pumped to take a trip with him.

“Wait, do I have time to bake? I don’t want to be making cookies at midnight,” I said, panicked. I had told my mother I’d bring dessert for Thanksgiving. Trent was going to come by for a bit before picking up his son and going to his parents. Since the incident with Melanie a few months ago, we were keeping interactions with his son limited, which was OK with me. We figured by Christmas, we could all have a small celebration to exchange presents, and I was really looking forward to it.

“Yes. You don’t have dinner at your parents until 2pm. You OK with baking in the AM?” she asked.

“That’s perfect. I can bake while I watch the parade.”

“You’re so cute,” Trent said, coming by to pick me up for lunch before I had to head into work. “You almost ready?”

“Yes,” I said. “Anna, was there anything else?”

“Nothing for today. But the network is going to wait to start setting up some press interviews and such. Should I have them wait until you’re back?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

“Fancy, you’re being the one interviewed now…” he said, as we walked to his car.

“Ugh, I know. I wish I could send in a proxy or something.”

“I’ll prep you, baby. You’ll be great. Just remember the TV stuff will just be quotes usually from you. The magazines and papers are much easier. You know this.”

“I know. It’s still nerve-wrecking. I’m so glad we’re getting away for a bit before the whirlwind kicks up again.”

“And I’m excited to meet the rest of your family!”

“Me too. They are going to love you. Just like I do,” I said, smiling.

Yea, life was really good right now. Almost too good. I feel like the last time I said that shit hit the fan. We shall see. Hopefully the next time I write I’ll be writing from a beach!

You Make Me Wanna

“Baby, the cab’s here,” Trent said, as I grabbed my sweater and purse off the table and ran outside.

We were headed to Lizzy’s reception and decided to cab it since it was so close to my apartment. However, once inside the cab, I realized we might have been better chancing it, as our driver was high on something.

“So, that Ebola doctor news is nuts, right?” I asked Trent.

“RIGHT??? That’s what I said,” the driver said, turning around to face us, but continuing his drive down the tight side street.

“Yea, man,” Trent said.

I raised my eyebrows and nodded toward my phone.

“I’m frightened!” I texted.

Trent looked down and chuckled, then held my hand.

“Eh, what the fuck is this?” the driver said, as we waited in a little bit of traffic for the train to come. And then he got out of the car to see what the hold up was.

“Seriously, what is HE DOING?” I texted.

Trent laughed. “It’s fine baby, we’ll be there soon.”

As we swerved our way to the mansion, my knuckles got whiter and whiter. I made a mental note of the cab number when we got out, so that we didn’t get him one our way home.

“Wow,” Trent said, after the cab pulled away.

“You were totally scared too!” I said, playfully hitting him.

“I was. But I didn’t want to make you more worried. Come on, let’s go in.”

We found our table number and headed into the cocktail hour. I mingled with the ladies from her bachelorette party and introduced Trent. We paced ourselves with the drinks as we sampled all the different cuisines. After we said our hellos and congratulations to Lizzy and Paul, we made our way into reception hall.

The room was decorated with high flowing flowers, with the bridal table in the front and a seven-piece band in the back. We introduced ourselves to the table. It was a little frustrating, as many people recognized Trent, but thankfully no one asked for an autograph or photo. We made our way to the dance floor for the first dance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled.

“What?” he said, kissing me.

“You make me really happy. Thank you for coming tonight,” I said, slowly running my hands over his neck.

“Mmmm. Of course, there’s no where else I’d rather be.”

We danced for a few more songs before we enjoyed the first course. The waiter came by with some wine.

“Oooh. That’s my favorite wine!” I said, as I eyed the bottle.

Trent called the waiter over and he poured me a glass.

“Would you like me to leave the bottle, mam?” the waiter asked.

“Oh no, that’s not necessary.”

Ten minutes later, we’re signaling for the waiter again.

“You can leave it this time,” I said, as he poured another glass.

Trent laughed.

“What? This is literally my favorite wine! It’s in my fridge right now.”

“I believe you.”

As we worked our way through dinner and I put a good dent in the wine, OK, I finished it, I was feeling frisky.

“I’m horny,” I whispered, as I ran my hand up Trent’s leg. “Meet me upstairs by the men’s room.”

Luckily, that closet I saw was unlocked. I grabbed Trent’s arm and pulled him in.

“God, Pen, it’s time’s like this that you really make me wanna be with you forever.”

“Me too. Now fuck me,” I said, turning around and hiking up my dress.

I could hear him unzip his pants as he pushed my panties aside. I felt his fingers first.

“Baby, you’re so wet already,” he said, moaning and pushing into me.

“I told you,” I said, pushing back onto him.

He moved my hips in time to the music on the floor below us.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” I whispered.

A couple more thrusts and we came together. I looked around for tissues or a paper towel to clean up, but turned up empty. I slipped my panties off, cleaned up and tossed them in the trash pail.

“That was really classy, Pen,” he said, laughing.

“Really? We just fucked in a closet at a wedding,” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Good point.”

We made our way back down to the party and danced the rest of the night. We did make sure to take advantage of the fondue pot, pastries and cigar-rolling station. On the way out, we took some treats of cookies and hot pretzels before waiting for the cab.

“Is it wrong that I’m really turned on knowing that you aren’t wearing panties,” Trent whispered in my ear as his hand grazed my ass. “Oh and have I told you how amazing your ass looks in this dress?”

“Behave yourself Mr. Gregory, I think that’s the alcohol talking,” I said, kissing him.

“You know, I’m not really that drunk,” he said.

“I know, me too.”

The cab pulled up and we piled in.

“Oh way, never mind,” Trent said, as we took a much smoother ride back.

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“Well, since we already fucked, you want to drink some more?” I said, as we got home and started to get into comfy clothes.

“OK,” he said, kissing me. “Do you want to watch ‘I Love You, Man?'”

“Yes, but don’t tell Emily, she’ll be mad we’re not watching with her,” I said, pouring myself another glass of wine and opening a beer for him.

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“You looked so hot tonight baby,” I said, as we climbed into bed about an hour or two later. “You should wear that suit when we get married at City Hall.”

“Oh baby, I’d rent a tux for our wedding,” he said, sleepily, as he curled up behind me.

“You shouldn’t say stuff like that, it makes me fall harder in love with you.”

“What can I say? I love you,” he said.