Page 12 of Never Too Late for Love
“Don’t ever give Abbey and Gilo grief again about their dynamic being ‘complicated,’” Loren teased. “They look practically vanilla next to you four.”
Tilly snorted. “I know. At least this proves one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s never too late for love.”
“Better late than never, honey.”
* * * *
Tilly needed to run to the mall to buy a few things. Considering all the time they’d be spending in London over the next several months, she didn’t want to have to keep hauling a suitcase back and forth with all her clothes in it. It’d be hard enough doing that with KC, who’d be constantly outgrowing clothes.
Underwear, bras, comfy shoes, PJs, T-shirts, jeans—stuff she didn’t want to buy in the UK, because she knew the styles and brands she wanted and the sizes that fit her. She could ship the box to the London studio office, and one of the aides there would deliver it to the flat for her.
Probably should have Bob do that, too.
Their flat had a small washer and dryer unit, so doing laundry wasn’t a problem, fortunately.
Did it make her a horrible person that now that she had this great job, and got to literally fly around the world and meet and work with A-list celebrities, all shereallywanted to do was stay home and be a mom and wife?
I’m in nesting mode.
Another reason she knew she couldn’t last the full year without sleeping with Bob. Once that borderline was crossed, they’d all be settling into a new dynamic with each other. The sooner that could happen, the sooner life would finally shake out to what she wanted it to be.
Except she had responsibilities. With Leigh pregnant and out of commission because she didn’t want to travel as much now—not to mention Leigh was having far more morning sickness lasting far longer into her pregnancy with this baby than she had the first—she’d swapped duties at their production company with Tilly. Tilly was now a full business partner and a producer. Her name would forever be stuck on the film credits in that manner.
That was…uber cool.
Tilly was a success story, and she knew it.
It also meant she couldn’t simply shrug off her responsibilities.
It’ll get better once we move the headquarters to Venice.
But the basic infrastructure had to be in place first. Securing property for the campus, building out sound stages, offices, editing facilities, FX, sound, and Foley studios—everything. She could tough it out until then. Once that happened, there wouldn’t be nearly as much foreign travel. They could do a lot of filming on the Florida sound stages, or at US locations. Trips overseas would be location shoots, then back to Venice for post.
By the time KC was enrolled in school, Tilly wanted to behomemost of the time. Wanted to be there to drop her off and pick her up. To help her with her schoolwork and volunteer for room parent and field trip gigs.
Be amom.
It was the only thing she’d wanted to be, theonething she’d long agonized over when she’d realized she would never have children of her own due to the injuries she’d suffered from the abuse by her step-father.
Now, shewasa mom.
But she also loved what she did for a living.
When Tilly returned home, she found Cris on his hands and knees in the living room, giving KC a horsey ride while Landry was laughing himself red in the face and looked close to pissing himself as he egged KC on.
Bob emerged from the back of the house. Tilly handed him the bags in her hands and gave him a kiss. “There’s more out in the car.”
“I’ll get them. Where do you want them?”
“Bed in the guest room, for now. I need to get all the tags off and wash them and get them ready to ship.” He headed off to handle all of that for her while she returned to the living room to enjoy the sight.
Bob had wanted to go with her and be her bag sherpa, but she’d neededalonetime as well as bestie time.
Nowshe would let him do what he loved to do—be helpful. He would gladly take care of unloading her purchases, and he’d probably have all the clothes washed and neatly folded by bed time.
