Page 127 of Sweet Shots

And because of Mikah’s brilliant idea, we’re up for an award with MAIF. Yes, we were both invited this year and are in the category for Most Creative Content. I think we have a high chance of winning. It’s where we should be heading now, if Mikah would hurry his ass up.

I get coming back from vacation mode isn’t easy. After the wedding, we stayed in Kauai for a month, just enjoying our livesand being together. We had a quick visit from Storm because he was struggling with his boyfriend, but I think they’re better now. At least, I hope they are because we have plans to travel with them soon. So yeah, getting back intohavingto do things isn’t easy since we’ve spent so much time with no schedule and no responsibilities. But we need to make it to this award ceremony.

“Mikah!” I call out. “Let’s go!”

“I’m coming!”

“You will be later,” I respond.

He rolls his eyes when he hits the steps, and I grip onto the banister, so I don’t fall. Fuck, he looks so good I could eat him.

“You are the sexiest husband on the planet,” I say when he reaches me, grabbing his arms and pulling him to me so I can kiss him.

“Still not used to that,” he comments, sighing.

I chuckle, because I agree. It’s still weird saying I have a husband. But weird in the best way, because I wouldn’t change a thing.

Marriage life is… well, so far, it’s the same as it was before, outside of his name change and the legal stuff. But we were already living together, working together, and I adopted CP, so not much is different. Other than me being able to call him my husband now, which we both love.

A car horn sounds outside. “Just on time,” I comment.

“See, you were yelling at me for nothing,” Mikah says cockily.

The limo takes us to the airport, and the whole thing is so familiar. My nerves are a mess because of the plane ride. Still not a fan of those. But I’m also antsy because of the reminder of what happened last year. Things are different now, I know that, but the last time we were in Vegas was terrible. I’m hoping this year we can make new memories and erase all the bad ones. Happy memories. Sexy memories. Vegas is the sort of place we could have a really fun time in.

We aren’t on the plane with Gerard this year, which has nothing to do with him not wanting to be, but that he’s in jail. I knew the guy was a prick, but I was shocked when I learned he was arrested for domestic violence against Stella. She and Diana made amends and have made quite a few videos together, which do amazing since people support them for the sole fact they got away from Gerard. They’ve donated a percentage of the money they made from the videos to help domestic violence survivors.

On the plane with us are a handful of guys who are a lot younger than me. Some of them don’t even look old enough to drink, but you don’t have to be twenty-one to make adult content. Kinda weird, honestly, but I don’t make the rules.

I sort of recognize a few people, I think. MAIF added a ton of new categories this year, so there will be even more people in attendance. They even changed venues to hold more people.

The flight is smooth, the limo ride is full of excitement and comradery. We share small talk about who we are and what we do, and it turns out a lot of them know who we are and were shy to speak to us on the plane. Which I find hilarious but alsoflattering. Shy to talk to me and my husband when they get paid to fuck?

When we get to the hotel where the ceremony is taking place, Mikah and I are ushered down the carpet together, photographed together, and interviewed together. They’re calling us the industry’s sexiest couple, which is fuckingawesome. I’ll enjoy that while I can. Mikah is already sick of all the attention, since he doesn’t like living in the light, but he does it for me. And tolerating some of it isn’t awful—so he says. I think he secretly likes it but doesn’t want to tell me.

He’s worked so hard on his issues and finding ways for us to communicate in a healthy way. Yes, we still have disagreements, and he still has his bad days, as do I. But that’s life; it’s not perfect, and we’re only human. Our life together is as perfect as I could have hoped for, though. I can’t be prouder of how far he’s come, and I tell him that every damn day so he doesn’t forget. Usually it’s after I’m done fucking him.

All in all, life is fucking good. I’ve got everything I need, everything I could want, and it’s all thanks to my sexy neighbor who pretended to hate me, when really, he loved the hell out of me.

Mikah

Standing up on stage, getting an award for people seeing me and my husband make naked baking content, is surreal.

I never thought I would be here. Not the award, not the husband—none of it.

As we walked up on stage, the big screen flashed through the photos we first did together. The ones for the calendar. We have those hanging up in our house, along with the calendar that stays on April all year long—since that’s the month our photo was paired with.

I started off this journey not wanting people to see my face. I liked being in the shadows while having the freedom to do my thing and make money. Then that all changed because of someone stealing my identity and causing me to spiral—neither of those things have been an issue over the last year, thankfully.

As much as I struggle with the way I was, if it weren’t for any of that, I never would have gone over to talk to Dominic. I never would have put my pride aside and asked him to work with me. We never would have fallen in love and gotten married. We wouldn’t be here, standing on a stage and accepting an award together. The entire thing is kind of funny now that I look back on it.

The lights are bright, the room quiet as Dominic leans toward the microphone.

“None of this would be possible without my husband,” Dominic says into the microphone, but turns his gaze on me. “I love you, baby,” he says, causing everyone in the place to applaud and cheer.

The amount of support we have gotten as a gay couple making adult content is crazy. I never thought so many people would appreciate usnormalizingthis sort of thing. Of course we don’t look at it that way. We’re just trying to live our lives the best way we know how. Together, doing things we enjoy. And we enjoy the hell out of sex and making money off it.

“Thank you, everyone. I can’t tell you how much this means to me,” I say into the microphone next.

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