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August 4th, 2024
7:45 PM
Las Vegas, NV

The golden hues of the setting sun had started to fade into deep purples and oranges, casting a vibrant glow over the Vegas skyline as we stepped out of the chapel. The city had started to come alive with its familiar hum. Neon lights flickered on one by one, reflecting off the pavement and creating a mesmerizing scene.

Chris tightened his grip on my hand as we paused just outside the chapel doors. The weight of the last few hours hung in the air between us, but it was a good weight—heavy with meaning, and promises, and with the reality that we had just become husband and wife.

He looked down at me, his eyes full of that familiar warmth, a slow smile spreading across his face. "7:45, Mrs. Brown..." he said, his voice a little softer than usual.

I smiled back, leaning into him slightly as I glanced around at the glowing city. The rest of the world was moving at a different pace while we stood still, wrapped in our own little bubble. "Feels surreal." I whispered, more to myself than to him.

Chris chuckled, pulling me close so his arm was around my waist. "You're telling me. We just pulled off a Vegas wedding. That's wild."

I laughed, but it was soft, full of the kind of disbelief that comes with knowing your life has just completely shifted. "Yeah, it is."

If I wasn't ready an hour ago, I'm definitely going to have to get ready.

"So what are we getting into tonight?" Ant asked, walking out behind us.

I glanced up at Chris, and for a moment, the possibilities of what we could do stretched out in front of us—Vegas shows, fancy dinners, casinos, whatever we wanted. But none of it felt right. All I really wanted was to spend the rest of the evening with him, without distractions or the chaos that seemed to follow us everywhere. That's been oddly nonexistent. I'm grateful.

"Nah," I said, shaking my head. "I think we're good for now. I just want to be with him."

Chris smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "Same here. I think a quiet night sounds perfect."

Ant gave us a nod, clearly understanding. "Alright then. Well, I'll leave you two to it. If you need anything, just hit me up, but don't forget you gotta be at the venue at 2, no later than 3. I know the circumstances are different, but this is the last show and we all got a job to do, especially you, road slash tour manager."

"Aight, aight." Chris cuts in. "We will be there on time but ain't you doing her job right now?"

Ant paused and nodded his head. "You right. I'll shut up." We all laughed.

"Well, be there on time, Ant." I said. "You know I'll always have the business, and now, my husband, taken care of."

"That's one thing I can't deny. You do always have everything laid out. I'll see y'all tomorrow."

And with that said Ant left.

Chris turned to me, his hand still firmly holding mine. "Let's go back to the room, order dinner, and chill." he suggested, his voice filled with that familiar calmness.

I nodded, silently agreeing, as we started walking toward the SUV. Honestly, all I wanted to do was spend more time with him, doing nothing. That had always been one of the most intimate things for us, and I intended to keep it that way. No distractions, no crowds—just us.

As we walked, Chris smirked, glancing down at me. "I'ma tear your ass up tonight. You ready for me?"

I couldn't help but laugh, pushing him playfully. "You always say that and then fall asleep, or I'm the one initiating it."

He laughed along with me, his voice low and deep. "And when I wake up, I still tear that ass up!"

I shook my head, smiling. "You do." I agreed softly.

And with that, we climbed into the SUV, both of us ready to spend our first night together as husband and wife.

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August 5th, 2024
7:38 AM
Las Vegas, NV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. For a moment, I stayed still, savoring the feeling of waking up next to Chris as my husband. My husband. The thought still felt surreal, like a dream I hadn't fully processed yet.

I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Chris, who was still asleep beside me. His arm was draped lazily across my waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. His face is peaceful in the morning light. Completely different story when he's awake, a complete demon he can turn into sometimes. I smiled to myself, tracing the curve of his jaw with my eyes, feeling a sense of calm settle over me.

I shifted again trying to get comfortable and I felt a slight ache in my bottom half. Chris made good on that promise and I'm clearly still feeling the effects from it. My lower back ached, my pussy hurt, my uterus felt weird, and my legs were sore, like I had an intense leg workout. I'm not complaining, it was a good way to spend our wedding night.

As I laid there, the events of yesterday played over in my mind—the ceremony, the kiss, the way Chris had looked at me when we exchanged rings. It felt like a whirlwind, but here we were, married, waking up to our first morning as husband and wife.

I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. I felt the cool floor under my feet as I walked over to the window, pulling the curtains back just a little more to let the sunlight flood the room.

I wrapped my arms around myself, staring out at the skyline, trying to take in everything that had changed in just twenty-four hours. Marriage. It felt heavy and light all at once—like the start of something big, but at the same time, it felt so easy, and so right.

Behind me, I heard the bed creak as Chris stirred. I turned to see him stretch out, blinking against the sunlight as he looked over at me. A lazy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Morning, Mrs. Brown." he murmured.

I laughed softly, the sound feeling light in the morning air. "Good morning, Mr. Brown."

Chris sat up, running a hand over his face before leaning back against the headboard. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yeah." I said, walking back to the bed and slipping under the covers beside him. "I'm more than okay."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as we sat in comfortable silence for a moment. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my cheek, and I felt like everything had fallen into place.

"So," he said after a while, breaking the silence. "What do you wanna do today?"

"Babe, you're about to get ready for the day and head home. You have to be at the venue in 6 hours and we have a 4 hour drive."

"Fuck that drive. I'm chartering a jet." Chris said. "I wanna cut that time and I wanna spend more time with you as my wife."

"I think we have forever." I laughed.

Chris nodded, his expression soft but serious. "We've got some big decisions to make, and I don't want to rush anything. But right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. "Same here. We've got all the time in the world to figure everything else out."

He kissed the top of my head, and for a while, we sat there in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. Despite the whirlwind of emotions from the last 24 hours, this quiet moment felt like the calm after the storm—the first taste of what it meant to be married, not just in ceremony but in life.

After a few minutes, Chris sighed, his arm still draped over me. "We should probably get moving if we want to make it to the show on time."

"That's true, and as your new road manager, I can't have you late on my first day."

Chris laughed.

"And I don't want to deal with Ant calling us every five minutes, freaking out."

Chris laughed, already reaching for his phone. "Yeah, he'll have a meltdown if we don't show up. I'll let him know we're taking the jet, though, so we don't have to rush out of here just yet."

I watched as he typed, feeling a surge of affection for him. This was the man I'd married—someone who always made sure to balance the chaos of his life with these little moments of peace for us. It felt like we were finally stepping into something new, something more permanent.

When he was done, he tossed the phone aside and turned to me, his eyes soft but focused. "After tonight, we're done with the tour. We'll have some time to ourselves, to really figure out what comes next."

I nodded. "I know. I'm ready for whatever comes. As long as we're together."

Chris smiled, pulling me into a slow, lingering kiss. "Forever, baby."

I couldn't help but grin as I kissed him back. "Forever."

With that, we finally got out of bed, reluctantly leaving behind the warmth of the morning and stepping into the day ahead. There were things we needed to talk about, plans to make, and decisions to face, but for now, we had each other—and that was all that mattered. The rest would come in time.

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2:05 PM
Los Angeles, CA

The flight to LA was quick, just an hour and 15 minutes, and in that short time, I had already started diving into work. Even though we had just gotten married, there was no time to rest—not with a show happening in a few hours. My laptop was open on my lap, emails and schedules blinking back at me as I made sure all the pre-show business was taken care of.

Chris was lounging across from me, headphones on, eyes closed, probably mentally preparing for tonight's performance. I glanced over at him, marveling at how he could switch between husband mode and work mode so effortlessly. Meanwhile, I felt the familiar tug of responsibilities pulling me in a thousand different directions. I guess we were similar in that sense.

The venue was prepped, but there were still details to finalize: confirming stage setups, last-minute sound checks, and making sure the VIP packages were in order, although that was his aunt Christine's responsibility, I still had to make sure all details were finalized. After three tours, Live Nation was still pissed they weren't getting a cut in those funds, but anyway, I was used to this routine by now—balancing the behind-the-scenes chaos while keeping everything smooth on the surface—but today felt different. Maybe it was the fact that we were flying back as a married couple, or maybe it was just the reality that after today, the tour would be over, and we'd finally have some space to breathe.

My phone buzzed with a notification—an email from Ant. I opened it, scanning through the details he had sent. Everything seemed to be in order, but I still had a few things to check off. I typed a quick reply, ensuring that the timing for the meet-and-greet was solid, then closed my laptop for a second, rubbing my temples.

"You good over there?" Chris's voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see him watching me, one headphone pulled away from his ear.

I smiled, nodding. "Yeah, just making sure everything's in place for tonight."

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing playfully. "You're supposed to be trying to relax, Mrs. Brown. Not stressing over show details."

I chuckled. "Says the man about to perform in front of thousands of people."

Chris grinned. "Hey, that's my job. Yours is making sure everything behind the scenes runs smoothly, but not at the cost of your sanity."

"I'm good, babe." I reassured him. "Just handling business like always."

Chris nodded, his expression softening as he reached across the aisle to take my hand. "I never really paid attention to how stressed you looked when you were working. Do you really think taking on responsibilities of both positions is a good idea?"

"Yeah. Are you thinking I can't handle it?" I asked, almost accusing him.

"No, babe. I'm simply asking." Chris said, softly.

"I can handle it. You know you're my priority. This tour is my priority. Every tour. I take this seriously and I believe that's why I've worked for you for 10 years. My work speaks for itself."

Chris nodded slowly. "Right, but we're married now. You don't want to retire?"

I couldn't believe he said that. "Retire? Why would I do that? You don't want me to work for you since we're married? Because I think that's even more of a reason to continue. I always look out for you and you're always the focus. You don't want that?"

"I want that," Chris said quickly. "But I mean—you're stressed, and I've never really noticed it until now."

"I'm fine. And I don't appreciate you insinuating I should retire because we got married."

Chris paused for a second, looking like he wanted to say something, but then he stopped. "Chanel—" He hesitated, then shook his head with a small smile. "I hear you, babe. Just don't forget to breathe."

His words settled something inside me. I was a little upset, but maybe I was overreacting. I quickly shook it off, squeezing his hand and offering a smile. "I know. Thanks for the reminder."

We were silent for a while. I kept glancing at him. He was staring at his phone intensely. He looked like he was maybe texting someone because he would stop for a while then start again. I honestly wasn't that concerned. I just noticed how into it he was.

After a while, he finally looked up from his phone.

"What you think your little boyfriend is going to say when the news gets out?"

I look at him over my glasses, "Do we really care?" I asked. "You took care of that so I'm not worried about it. You shouldn't be either."

He shrugged. "Do you think he's going to be a problem?"

"If so, just handle it." I said. "Hopefully not. I don't want to be bothered with it."

"Aight." Chris said, closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of the seat.

As we began our descent into LA, the familiar skyline came into view, and my mind started to shift gears, thinking ahead to the rest of the day. There would be no time to waste once we landed. We had to hit the ground running. Straight to the venue, running through the final sound check, making sure everything was in place for the fans, and then the last show of the tour.

But for a brief moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the fact that this wasn't just another day. We were headed back as something more now, and even with the craziness of our lives, that fact was grounding in a way nothing else could be.

The seatbelt sign flickered on as we began our final approach. Chris leaned over, his voice soft but teasing. "Ready for this, Mrs. Brown?"

I grinned, buckling my seatbelt. "Always. I stay ready."

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2:55 PM

Our SUV pulled into the tunnel of the Crypto.com Arena right on time. I was already on the phone with Ant, letting him know we had arrived, my mind fully back in work mode.

"Good timing!" Ant said on the other end. "Chris needs to head straight to the stage for sound check in 5 minutes. Everything else is lined up, but they want to make sure his levels are good before the crowd starts coming in."

I glanced over at Chris, who was watching me with that easy smile he always had when we were in the middle of this kind of chaos. He was used to it, used to the last-minute rush of preparations, but I could tell he was just as ready for this tour to be over as I was.

"Got it. We'll be walking in a minute." I replied to Ant, before hanging up. "You're heading straight to the stage for sound check." I said to Chris.

He nodded, already adjusting his headphones around his neck. "Yeah, figured as much. You coming with me?"

"Of course." I replied, shutting my laptop and sliding it into my bag. "We've got a tight schedule, and I'll need to oversee the rest of the pre-show setup. We got here with 5 minutes to spare and that was with an hour of extra time."

With me being his new road manager on my first day, but on the last day of the tour, I didn't want anything to go wrong because on the next tour is when I'm really able to dive in and I want to take this seriously.

The SUV rolled to a stop, and Chris leaned over, his voice soft. "Come here..."

I already knew what he wanted. He wanted to kiss me, but I hesitated. We were in a public space now, out in the open, and anyone could see us. We had always been so careful to keep our relationship private, and this new chapter in our lives meant we needed to be even more on guard.

But Chris's eyes had that playful look, and I could tell he didn't care about any of that at this moment. So I leaned in, meeting him halfway, and we kissed. It was brief but sweet, a small moment just for us amidst the noise of everything else.

Pulling away, I smiled softly.

"Relax." He said. "Everything is fine."

I nodded my head. "Alright, let's get this done."

Chris grinned, grabbing his bag as he opened the door. "Lead the way, Mrs. Brown."

I laughed, rolling my eyes as we stepped out of the SUV. "That stops now. Don't call me that while we're here."

"I got you." He said.

We reached the stage, where the crew was already waiting for Chris to jump into sound check. I watched as he seamlessly transitioned from our quiet conversation to work mode, grabbing the mic and greeting the sound team with the energy and professionalism that had made him one of the biggest names in the industry.

I hung back for a moment, watching him go through his routine—adjusting levels, making sure the acoustics were perfect for the crowd that would soon fill the arena. He was completely in his element, and I loved watching him in these moments, where the artist and the person I loved blended into one.

As I turned to make sure the rest of the preparations were on track, my phone buzzed again—more updates from the team. There was no rest when it came to this kind of work, but I kinda thrived on it. And after tonight, we'd finally have time to focus on us. I was a little nervous about that.

I took a deep breath, glancing back at Chris, who was now fully engaged in the sound check. One last show. Then, we could figure out what came next.

*******

4:45 PM

I was setting up my little desk for the night on the cases, organizing schedules and double-checking last-minute details, when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Chris.

Chris: Come meet me in suite 22.

I stared at the message, confused. I could've sworn he was down in his dressing room, getting ready for the show. Why was he asking me to meet him in a suite now?

My confusion quickly turned to irritation. I knew exactly where his mind probably was, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

This man cannot seriously be thinking about sex right now, I thought to myself. With everything we had to take care of before the show, the last thing I needed was another distraction.

I glanced around at the crew buzzing with activity, and then back at my phone. There was still so much to do, but I couldn't ignore him.

I sighed, grabbing my phone and sending a quick reply.

Me: What do you need? We have so much to do.

I waited for his response, half expecting some flirty reply, but part of me was curious. What was he up to?

Chris: Get yo ass up here.

I rolled my eyes again, but this time I was smiling. Fine, you got a couple of minutes, I thought, texting him back.

Me: You got a couple of minutes.

I quickly made my way to suite 22, not quite sure what to expect. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks, my mouth dropping open in disbelief.

"Chris?!" I said, completely caught off guard.

He smiled at me from across the room, a proud grin on his face. "Come in and close the door," he said softly.

I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me, still trying to process what I was seeing. The entire suite was transformed. Dozens of bouquets of red roses filled the room, their fragrance filling the air. Rose petals were scattered across the floor, creating a soft, romantic path leading deeper into the room. Red and pink decorations adorned the space, and in the middle of it all were big, glowing letters that spelled out, "I love you."

I blinked, trying to take it all in, my heart swelling as I turned back to Chris. "What is all this?" I said surprised.

He reached for my hand, his fingers warm as they intertwined with mine. "I could've waited to do this," he began, his voice soft, "but I really wanted to do something special for you since we upped and got married yesterday. I didn't propose or anything..."

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "You kinda did."

"In bed." he said, laughing.

I laughed with him, shaking my head. "Yeah, well, there was still a proposal."

"Not officially. I didn't have a ring or anything..." he said nervously.

I knew he was nervous because he couldn't stay still, which is normal for Chris as well, but it was accompanied by him avoiding eye contact with me. That was something he always did and that was a dead giveaway he was nervous.

"Chris."I said, softly. "It's okay, babe. You didn't have to do all of this. It's amazing, and I love it, but how did you even manage to pull this off with everything going on?"

"Ant helped." he admitted with a grin. "But I wanted to do something special for you. I know it's been crazy, and I just wanted to give you a moment to breathe, to remember that even in all the chaos, this is about us."

I stared at him, my heart swelling with emotion. "You didn't have to, Chris. Just being with you was enough."

"I know I didn't have to..." he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around me, "but I wanted to. You've been working your ass off, making sure everything is perfect, and I wanted you to feel appreciated. I love you, Chanel. I don't want us to get so wrapped up in everything else that we forget to take time for each other."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. "You really did all this just for me?" I said looking around.

"Who else would I do it for?" He laughed at his comment. "You deserve it. This is just the beginning, Mrs. Brown. I plan on being the best husband I possibly can."

I put my arms around his neck. "I have all the faith in the world you will be."

"Uh, hold on." He removed my hands from around his neck. He smiled at me then got down on one knee.

Chris got down on one knee, and my heart skipped a beat. I wasn't expecting this, not today, not after everything that had already gone on in the past 24 hours. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, my hands instinctively covering my mouth in shock.

"Chanel," he began, his voice soft but filled with certainty. "I know we've already done this thing—gotten married and all—but I never got the chance to do it properly. So here I am, wanting to ask you the right way."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. My eyes widened as he opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. It was breathtaking. The parachute diamond at the center seemed to glow and its teardrop shape, so elegant and delicate. Surrounding it was a halo of smaller diamonds, making the whole ring sparkle with each movement. Even the band was wrapped with diamonds all around. He knew exactly what I wanted. It was simple yet elegant, not too much because that's not my style

I was overwhelmed with emotion. I've never been proposed to. What Chris doesn't understand is that the first time was perfect for me. It was just how things went with us. I like casual, I didn't need all of this but I see he wants it to be special for me, and probably for him as well, and the way he looked up at me in this moment—vulnerable but confident—made my heart melt.

"Will you do me the honor of being my wife, officially? Not just because we made a decision in the heat of the moment, but because I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel as special as you do right now."

I smiled, staring at him through my tears. This is too much.

"I love you so much, Chanel, and I want to give you everything—forever."

Tears spilled from my eyes as I nodded, barely able to find my voice. "Yes, Chris. A million times yes!"

He cheesed from ear to ear, as if he was released I said yes. He slipped the ring onto my finger, and I pulled him up, wrapping my arms around him tightly. We kissed, and in that moment, everything else—the tour, the chaos, the noise—faded away. All that mattered was us, right there in that suite, starting our forever together.

After a few minutes we finally pulled apart and just stared into each other's eyes. Now, things felt different. Like we were actually engaged, although we were already married now. But it felt good. More official than ever.

I finally looked back at the ring on my hand. It wasn't just a ring; it felt like wearing a piece of art, something timeless and exquisite. I couldn't help but stare at it, imagining how perfect it looked on my hand.

"I love it, Chris!" I said excitedly.

"I knew you would." He said. "Thank you for letting me do this. I needed to see your face with this emotion and your reaction."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Validation, I guess."

"Validation?" I repeated, laughing softly. "Chris, you don't need any validation from me. I love you—whether you gave me a ring or not. This... this is just icing on the cake."

He smiled, pulling me into another embrace. "I know, but I wanted to make it special for you, you know? I didn't want you to look back and feel I was lazy or half assed it. If this is going to be your one and only marriage, I don't want you to feel like you missed out on some important step. You deserve the world, Chanel."

I rested my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "You're the world to me. This moment, right here, means more than any grand gesture."

He kissed the top of my head, and for a moment, we just stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, letting the weight of everything sink in. The craziness of the last 24 hours, the spontaneity of our marriage, and now this perfect proposal—it all felt surreal, it was backwards, but still felt surreal.

I felt my phone vibrate and I sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

"We need to get going." I said.

"I know." He sighed as well. "I do have something else planned."

I gave him a curious look, "What?"

"You'll have to wait and see." He flashed a mischievous smile.

"Another surprise?" I asked, half-excited, half-exasperated. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep things interesting. You'll thank me later." He said.

I rolled my eyes playfully but smiled. "Alright, but let's get through tonight first. There's still a show to put on."

"My thoughts exactly." He smiled again. "Lead the way, boss."

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