Tethered (Book Two of The Invisible String Series)

Here We Go Again

I send Lizzie a text to let her know that I'm here and decide to let my eyes close for just a bit, snuggling myself into her pillow with a content sigh. It feels like only seconds later that I hear the trailer door open and I force myself to open my eyes, bringing the pillow I've been hugging to my chest with me as I sit up in the bed, listening to the sounds of my fiancée's shuffling around. When she pokes her head around the corner I give her a small smile as I watch her face light up, her green eyes sparkling in the trailer's overhead lights. "Hello, my love."

The blonde's smile only widens as she makes her way towards me, bending down to press her lips against mine for a few quick kisses that make my stomach flutter. "Hi, baby. You look comfy."

I nod, hugging the pillow in my arms against my chest a little tighter. "I couldn't help myself. The bed in here is really comfortable, and it smells like you. How was your morning?"

Lizzie's smile stays firmly in place as she maneuvers around the small space before joining me on the bed, tugging the pillow of my arms only to take its place on my lap a few seconds later. "Boring mostly. We're still reading through the script, making a few minor changes as we go. They finalized the filming schedules today, too. What about you? How was the interview?"

I let out a pleasant hum as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her to my chest as I pull the both of us back to lay on the bed for a good cuddle session. "Your morning sounds way more fun than mine was. The interview was okay. I'm just glad we're finally fucking done. I had to dodge way more questions about Liv than I thought, though."

The blonde lets out a sigh against my chest before cuddling into my side further, throwing one of her legs across my hips, my right hand automatically reaching down to grasp at her thigh to keep her close. "Do you think we should talk to her about announcing it then? I know we agreed to keep it quiet for as long as we could, but we can't hide her forever."

"I know. It would be nice if we could, but you're right. Our teams already have the whole thing ready to go. They're just waiting on the all-clear from us. We can talk about it with her tonight, I guess."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of us and I don't bother breaking it, knowing that we'll talk about that more later and that I'm content to just spend the rest of the afternoon with her wrapped around me. My mind, though, has other plans as it suddenly remembers my earlier thoughts from when I'd first arrived. "I think I wanna be an Olsen."

"You do remember that we're engaged, right?"

I roll my eyes at her sass, digging my fingers into her side to earn myself a few giggles from my future wife. "This is a serious conversation, Elizabeth."

Somehow the blonde manages to free herself from my torment and shifts to rest her chin on my sternum so she can look up at me, keeping my hands gripped firmly in hers. "Okay, okay. Are you trying to tell me you want to take my last name?"

"Would you object to it if I said yes?"

Lizzie takes her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyebrows crease, prompting me to break one of my hands away from hers to poke the area until said crease disappears and she's smiling back up at me once again. "Are you sure that's something you want to do? Your name is already associated with the band and stuff. Why would you want to change it?"

I shrug, taking a moment to try and gather my thoughts before I speak the soft admission out loud. "I want to be yours, in every way."

The small smile on the blonde's features widens as I wait for her to respond, those green eyes of her sparkling once more. "Y/N Olsen does have a nice ring to it."

"Then it's settled. I am now the future Mrs. Olsen. I want to only be referred to as such from now on."

Lizzie lets out an adorable giggle at my words, shifting herself upwards on the bed until she's resting on her elbow next to my head, one of her fingers reaching out to boop the end of my nose, her smile still firmly in place. "You're such a dork."