It’s 1pm in the afternoon it’s a beautiful summer day, your large Los Angeles home has a cold chill due to the air conditioning. You’re pregnant with your third child around 6 and a half months and your other two, a boy 3 and a girl 1 and a half are more than perfect already. You in the kitchen making your kids lunch with them in there high chairs placed at the kitchen island watching you, theres the faint sound of the tv playing in the living room. As you stand in the kitchen preparing lunch you hear the sound of your husbands 1955 pink Cadillac that you gifted him after he got nominated for his first Oscar on his movie ‘Elvis’ coming up your long driveway the sound is followed by the car coming to a stop and the engine turning off, a few moments later the front door opens and closes and Austin comes in. He walks through the house towards the kitchen with a bag from the grocery store, he’s wearing a hat on his head and some sunglasses not only to hide from the sun but to hide from the paparazzi and people noticing him he’s always been that way. He steps into the kitchen and sets the back down and than takes his hat off and sets that down as well next to the bag on the island, “hey,” he says looking at you