❛ REPUTATION ༉‧₊˚
bonus chapter!
⇢ ˗ˏˋ princess lily
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"So, what is is like to be Shayla Russo, top artist in the world?"
The blonde woman smiled, "It's Shayla Russo-Blyth, and it feels amazing, not because of statistics or awards. I feel the most rewarding thing in life is my beautiful husband, my daughter, and my cats, my family."
The documentary crew had been trailing Shayla for weeks, capturing every moment of her life as a world-renowned singer and now, a soon-to-be mother of two. As she sat poised for the interview, the questions flowed, probing into her personal life, her inspirations, and the journey that led her to where she stood today.
"Who's your muse for 'Lover'?"
Shayla paused, a soft smile playing on her lips as she considered the question. "Well, I found someone who would move the heavens and the earth for me, and I would do the same for him in a heartbeat."
Before she could delve further into her thoughts, a sudden commotion interrupted the interview. The door flew open, and in rushed Lily, her daughter, a whirlwind of energy and excitement.
"Mummy, come look!" Lily exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Shayla turned to the camera with a sheepish smile. "Do you mind?"
With a nod from the crew, Shayla rose from her seat, following Lily out of the room, the cameras trailing behind her. They made their way to Lily's bedroom, where a surprising sight awaited them.
There, sitting amidst a pile of makeup, was Tom, Lily's father and Shayla's husband, covered from head to toe in various shades of eyeshadow and lipstick.
Shayla burst out laughing at the sight, unable to contain her amusement. Tom grinned sheepishly, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're just as dolled up as me now," Tom remarked, leaning in to plant a playful kiss on Shayla's cheek, leaving a large red mark.
Shayla turned to the cameras with a chuckle. "Welcome to an average day in the Blyth household."
With a playful glint in her eye, Shayla declared, "I think that's enough filming for today. I have my family to be with."
The cameras obediently showed themselves out, as Shayla and Tom retreated to Lily's bed, where Lily eagerly dragged them down to join her. The bed bounced with their laughter and excitement as they enjoyed a moment of pure, unadulterated joy as a family.
"Now Lils, time for bed."
The four year old frowned but, accepted it nonetheless, "I want the story first."
Eagerly, Tom and Shayla placed their hands on their hearts in a dramatic manner before falling to their knees and repeating, "Yes your majesty,"
over and over.
They stood up and tucked Lily into bed, starting, "Once upon a time, there was a singer who was at a movie premiere with her friend. The singer bumps into a handsome actor who rips her dress. They become friends and they fall in love, and one day the singer finds out she is going to have a baby, and they called her Princess Lily. Lily grew up to the big age of four and then Princess Lily is going to have a baby brother. The end."
"Goodnight, Princess Lily. Mommy and daddy love you." Shayla closed the door softly.
As Shayla and Tom ascended the staircase, their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet of their home, they paused at a familiar sight – a framed, torn dress hanging proudly on the wall. It was a relic from the day they first met, a reminder of the serendipitous encounter that had changed the course of their lives.
With a tender smile, Shayla reached out to trace the delicate fabric, her fingers lingering over the frayed edges. Tom's gaze met hers, filled with a depth of love and gratitude that words could scarcely express.
"We've come a long way since that day," Shayla murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tom nodded, his heart overflowing with emotion. "And yet, it feels like just yesterday."
Their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment passing between them – of the trials they had faced, the obstacles they had overcome, and the unwavering love that had guided them through it all.
In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of their future, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with the sweet nostalgia of beginnings and the profound contentment of knowing they had found their happily ever after.
As they pulled away, their eyes met once more, shining with a shared understanding of the journey they had taken together.
"We got our happy ending," Shayla whispered, her voice filled with wonder and awe.
Tom's smile widened, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. "Yes, we did."
And with that simple declaration, they continued their ascent, hand in hand, their hearts entwined in a love that knew no bounds.
The end.
A/N thank you so much for 70k reads, that is insane x