Ros and Cal arrived today for a few days. I’m so happy they’re here as they’ll either be celebrating with us, or we’ll all pull together for Josh, depending on how tonight goes.

“There are my girls.” Cal enters the room, and opens his arms for me.

I give him a hug. He’s become the father I never really had, and I’m only sorry that the pair of them live so far from us.

“Don’t you smudge her makeup,” Ros says.

“I’m not kissing her.” Cal laughs, then cocks his head at me. “Unless you want me to?”

“This makeup cost a lot to have done. Better not risk it smudging.” He lets me go. “Maybe later.” I wink and he laughs again.

“Oh no, all the kisses are for me.” Josh wraps his arms around my waist—or rather what’s left of it, and presses a kiss against the back of my neck. “It’s time for us to get out of here.”

“I thought Reece was coming with us.”

He pulls away, and I turn to see him shaking his head. “Change of plans. But we’ll meet him there. We’ll all be sitting together.”

I reach up and adjust the collar of his shirt. I’m so proud of this man. When he cut ties with Mac, I know he was confident enough to do his own thing, but still a little unsure. Since then, he’s made such huge strides, and if his movie even wins one Oscar, it’ll be massive.

It’s got some crazy number of nominations, including Reece for best supporting actor, Gabby for best actress, Josh for best actor, and best movie. I’ll be crossing my fingers for all of them tonight.

Josh takes my hand in his. “Come on, wife. Let’s go.”

I grin because I still love it when he calls me that. It feels so new, but I think that’s because we still feel like newlyweds. Our marriage is solid, and we’ve worked hard to make up for the time that we lost. We’ve reached the point where the balance between work and personal life is right for us. And we plan on keeping it that way.

Max is waiting with a limo outside. It’s not often that we get to travel like this, and the thrill is always there. I feel pampered just sitting in the car.

Josh and I sit thigh to thigh, his arm around my shoulders, his hand resting on my stomach as he waits to feel the baby kick. He or she hasn’t graced him with their presence yet, but I sure as hell know that they’re there.

“Are you nervous?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Maybe a little. We’ve got some tough competition, but the awards will go to deserving movies regardless. I’m just glad I get to share tonight with you.”