↝ a REPLY to KRISSY. ↝ After reading this: give a read to her reply if you like? "The Envelope ". PART ONE.
Wandering eyes couldn't help to keep glancing side stage throughout the rest of the show. There was a faint smile, as he seen Krissy return with Stella now glued to her side. He knew better than to believe she'd have stayed in the dressing room and miss the show. They'd never missed each other's sets when they were on tour together; the two both admired each other professionally as well as they did personally. There were no signs of any reporters butting in any further backstage or signs of trouble. The rest of the show seemed to go off without another hinge and the crowd seemed to have had the times of the their lives."Goodnight, Texas. See y'all - well tomorrow night!"
Will was already yanking his in-ears out, as he existed the stage right. Krissy's words caught his attention over all the "good shows
" and calling of his name. It didn't come much of a surprise that she didn't think finishing out the week was the best idea for her. Day one was a rocky one and that was an understatement. They had expected their to be a media frenzy with questions they didn't want to answer, but neither thought he'd end up resulting to punching a reporter in the face over it. She had been struggling since the miscarriage and had already been so uneasy about being back in the limelight so soon after. Will understood her need for privacy and some more time.
Being in the limelight had been something he had been accustomed to since childhood. Music had always been healing to him, so he felt more human than he had in weeks being back on stage. If he could just skip the pre-show and after-show ordeal for a while - it was a far fetched dream, but things sure would be easier that way."I understand, baby,"
he kissed her softly, as he was being pulled away to get his wiring off and do a post-show interview. "Nothing personal or I walk,"
he warned Micheal, not sure why he had thought it was a good idea he still give an interview after the incident only an hour or so before. "Meet you back at the room in twenty,"
he turned, yelling back at Krissy, who Stella already swooped back in with.
His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace. "You know I hate the idea of not having you here, but you know I understand you needing some more time away from the media, I'd punch them all to keep them away from you, but Michael isn't going to be able to sweet talk them all like tonight into not pressing charges or turning it into a bigger media frenzy. If I hadn't already committed to this week, I would be home with you in two seconds. I know you want to be here, but it's too hard right now. Stop apologizing. I love you and I get it."
Rambling. His words were coming out in a giant ramble. He understood her need for time to heal without all the added pressures and respected it greatly. He kissed her forehead for a long moment, just holding her close in his arms.PART TWO
Every night after his show like clock work - Will FaceTimed Krissy to tell her about the show, hear about her day as if they hadn't already spoken numerous times throughout the day and exchanged texts, and to see her smiling face. He missed having her with him in Texas especially with her stay being cut so short. The only thing her absence made things easier for was sneaking off to a local jeweler to find the perfect ring for Krissy with the help of Stella and Leelee. He originally thought of asking her to marry him during their Texas get away, but his sisters told him - they could help make it more remember able and special at a later date and at complete random back home in Nashville. They were all about the idea of Krissy officially being apart of the family and marrying their brother.
The last night of the residency - they were having an after party with the crew, band, and invited the fan club fans to attend. It cut their call shorter than it'd been all week, since she returned home. Will had been doing shots of Dos Primos with Stella and the band. He was constantly being interrupted for photos with fans through his drinking and night.
Will was pretty good at remembering fans, who been to multiple shows or meet and greets. There was one fan that night he swore he saw before somewhere, but couldn't put a name too. He was sure they'd never
met before this night and it was barely a meeting now. There was just something familar that struck a nerve; she resembled the women that was staring at Krissy and he their entire flight days before. She begged for a photo more than once throughout the night. He was vaguely annoyed after the second photo, because others wanted photos too and he wanted to get it over with and enjoy his night. He had no idea she was going to use these photos to wreck everything.PART THREE."Will, we received an anonymous call from a women claiming she's expecting your baby."
There had been an impromptu meeting with his management, which had him sitting around a large oval desk staring at his team. Micheal's words felt like a punch in the gut. It was bold faced lie, but why would someone make that kind of accusation towards him? It was b u l l s h i t. Will could one hundred percent say there wasn't anyone pregnant with his child. The only person he'd been with was Krissy; he hadn't strayed away from her and was faithful since they'd gotten together."That's f u c k i n g b u l l s h i t and you all know it,"
Will snapped, he stood up at the table and his fists hit down against the cold wood. "Who the hell is this women?"
Everyone exchanged looks, some of them even looked like they had pity for the young man. "Will, do you know a Samantha? She said her name was Sami.""What do you mean do I know a Sami, I told you this is b u l l s h i t. I don't know a Sami and I didn't knock some random chick up."
Micheal's hand gripped William's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Will, we never said we believed the allegations. We just have to do our job and cover the bases - if you did know her previously. She claims to have proof you two were together in Texas and is threatening to take it to the media. We can probably pay her to keep her mouth shut.""Why would we pay someone off to keep their mouth shut when we know she's lying.""Do you want to risk her telling the media? Even
if though she's lying, it will do some damage to your reputation and imagine putting Krissy through this after everything you two already have going on.""I'm not paying her, but do what you can to keep this from going to the media. I need to get home to Krissy,"
Will didn't stay long enough to hear anything else they had to say. He stalled at his car, as he noticed a white envelope sticking under the wiper lade. The inside was a ultrasound with a note scribbled on the back. "I can give you what she can't."
He crumbled it up, shoving it into his pocket.