I shouldn’t be surprised, now that everything’s out there. What does it say?

They’re going back and forth between you taking advantage of my money to go out for a spa day, to me forcing you to go like you aren’t good enough on your own. The spa refused to comment, but they stayed around until you came out. You look great in the pictures, but that you spent over 2 hours there is making people wonder one way or the other. 

At least they weren’t in my face taking pictures, but it’s making me rethink heading into certain parts of the City without hiding. I thought I was safe for a while…

You don’t deserve this, but it’s part of the territory, unfortunately. 

I won’t look at it. I did take a tabloid from the spa that had the first set of pictures of us on the front.  Just so I wouldn’t have to look at it and no one there would recognize me. 

Try not to let it bother you. I’m only worried about it because it’s bringing you into things and that’s not fair to you. You didn’t ask for any of this. 

I can’t wait until Friday where I can see you, and we can just hole up in that cabin for the week if we want, and get away from the world. I’m gonna get going, but I love you and can’t wait to see you. Have great shows between now and when I see you.

She changed to texting Danielle. 

Hey, so there are pics of me entering and leaving the spa yesterday. I’m just glad they didn’t see me at the courthouse and open that shit up. 

You doing ok?

Yeah. Just giving dirt to make us look bad, but we know the truth. I had a question for you. You wax, right?

Yeah. 

What do I need to know before going in?

Depends on what’s getting waxed…

I’m going on a week-long romantic getaway with my boyfriend, then on tour for 2 months. What do you THINK I’m getting waxed?!

Oh. Ok. Yeah, I have some stuff I can give you to use before hand, take some Tylenol. Be honest with him if it just hurts too much, don’t try to push through the pain. He wouldn’t want you to, for sure. When’s your appointment?

Thursday after work. Then I leave mid morning Friday. 

Try not to do too much. Want me to stay over tomorrow night so you have stuff for Thursday?

You wanna stay at his, sorry, OUR place Thursday night and help get me to the airport?

Sounds like a plan. Some much needed girl time before you leave me for 2 months. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll miss you, but you’re living the dream. I admit I’m a little jealous that you share a bed, among other things, with Justin Timberlake. 16 year old us would never believe it. 

30 year old me would never believe it… I’ll see you tomorrow night. 

…

It was Wednesday night, and Dani buzzed to announce she was coming up. She opened the door and had a bag of stuff for the night and a couple of fresh pizzas. 

“Is it bad I wanna watch Friends With Benefits just to see him?” Deana asked. 

“Is it bad I have questions?” Dani replied. 

“Like what?”

“Think it through…”

“You know it’s amazing…” Deana answered. 

“I’ve given you WAY more detail than that…” Dani muttered. 

“Your guys also weren’t world famous music stars… If you weren’t marrying my brother, would you really want me knowing every little detail of your sex life?”

“Hell, I got no complaints even with your brother!”

“Ok, I’M uncomfortable with it…”

“Fine. Can we still watch though?”

“I guess,” Deana said. “I think we need to find a new girls’ night movie though…”

They ate pizza as they watched. 

“Do you think he’d do stuff like this for you, in real life?” Dani asked. 

“You mean like the girl’s day he gave us, the special treatment at his birthday show…”

“Ok, fine. He probably has a beach house somewhere, oh my god D…”

“That’s not why I love him. People can speculate all they want. You know what the last few months have been like for us. I had no clue who he really was, and fell head over heels in love. All this extra stuff is just a bonus.”

“One last sex related question… You say amazing, but like…”

“We better not break up because he has ruined me for other men. I don’t think I could ever find a better lover if I tried. He’s attentive, it’s just… words can’t describe. Think of the best you’ve ever had, and multiply that by like a million. And it has nothing to do with his celebrity. If you’d asked me this 2 weeks ago, I’d still have the same answer.”

“And where do you go from having a boyfriend like Justin Timberlake, how intimidating is THAT?! Like ‘so what was your last boyfriend like’ and the answer being Justin fucking Timberlake, they’d be too afraid to approach you.”

“Hopefully I won’t have to worry about anything like that ever again,” Deana sighed.

“Oh, before I forget. Put this on at least half an hour before your appointment so it numbs the area, that should help a bit. But yeah, Tylenol as needed, and just tell him if it hurts too bad.”  She pulled out a tube and handed it to Deana. 

“I just hope it’s worth all this effort. He seemed fine with what I’d been doing, but I figured, at least try…”

…

Thursday afternoon, Deana headed to the spa wearing a jacket with the hood up so she might avoid cameras. She had avoided looking online at anything, but was nervous of anything being in the waiting area. She checked in, and waited to be called. 

They did her pedicure first, so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable. She opted for a red polish for Valentine’s Day. She was taken into another room for her other treatment, nervous at what to expect. 

…

Deana met Danielle at her work before going to her and Justin’s place. The security knew Deana, smiling and nodding at her. 

“This is Danielle, my best friend and soon to be sister in law.”

“I hope we’ll see you around,” he said as they entered the building. 

They walked into the elevator, pressing the button for his floor. She took out her key, unlocking the door. 

“Are you ready?” Deana asked. 

“I can’t believe I’m going into his suite…” Dani breathed, nervous with excitement. 

Deana opened the door slowly, Dani took in a deep breath in awe. 

“Yeah, that was kinda my first impression, wow,” Deana laughed lightly. “We’re definitely not doing what Justin and I did that first night, though.”

“Can I see your bedroom?”

“I’m not showing you, cuz I know why you wanna see it… We can crash on the couches, or you can stay in a guest room.”

“Ooh, a guest room, how fancy…”

“You have a guest room at your place…”

“But probably nowhere near as nice as here…”

“I’m living here, don’t treat it like it’s this big deal.  You’ll be here for parties, this won’t be your only time here.”

“Sorry, you’re not the only one getting used to all this…”

“I know, but if you’re gonna be weird about things… Sorry. I’m sure it’s a lot, but I’m happy, things are going well, this doesn’t have to be a big deal if this is headed where I hope it is.”

“Yeah, chasing my nieces and nephews around here for Christmas, our kids playing together in their bedroom.”

“You‘ve talked kids? I thought you didn’t want kids…”

“I changed my mind a few months ago.  In fact, I think that’s part of why J proposed.  My period was late, we thought I was pregnant, but it just skipped a month.  I took tests, they came up negative, but we weren’t sure until it came the next month.  Things had been really stressful, so I guess that’s what happened.  Every test I took, we got a little more hopeful.  So, we talked about it, and we wanna at least try after the wedding.”

“Dani, I had no idea…”

“You had your own stuff to worry about, not like I was actually pregnant to begin with…”

“You still could have told me.”

“Yeah, well, now you can watch me try not to cry in Justin’s beautiful, what do you even call this?  It’s not an apartment.  Is it a suite? A penthouse?”

“I don’t know, I just get to call it home,” Deana sighed.