Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

Alison

Hashtag Aliver was back trending with fans on social media the days after our wedding. Peter had sent us a few photos of that amazing night as a preview, and both Oliver and I had posted the same photo – the one where he kissed me while dipping me to the ground right after we got married. There was a lot more positivity in the comments now, and Oliver and I had enjoyed reading the reactions of fans for a while. We had been in a total bliss since getting married again, hardly leaving the house for anything until we had to, because we had to catch a flight to Tokyo to meet up with Crossfaith as a support act for coming tour.

Today the Asian and Australian leg of the Amo tour started, and although I was looking forward to it, I wasn't particularly looking out to a long flight. Especially not when I learned that Oliver and I weren't even seated next to each other.

'Who's gonna hold my hand when I get scared while flying?,' I pouted at him. Oliver chuckled.

'Ask Lee, or John, whoever is sitting next to you in your row.'

'I love them, but they're not you.'

'I'm sorry you're stuck with me,' Lee just said.

'Ahw, just married and already getting separated,' Nicholls cooed.

'Shut it, Pickles,' I threw at him. He stuck out his tongue at me and I gave him my middle finger.

'Oh, if this is the mood for the rest of tour, it's gonna be a long six weeks,' he sighed. I narrowed my eyes at him and he chuckled.

'It's early and I haven't had coffee yet, and you're being very annoying, so yeah – this is the mood for now,' I said, sighing when Oliver hushed me, pulled me into him and I hid my face in his hoodie. 'I'm tired...,' I muttered in his chest. He chuckled.

'Everyone is, it's hardly daytime yet. No need to be bitchy.' He kissed the top of my head, and shuffled us a few meters further in the security line. 'Oh, fuck...,' he then said, suddenly letting go of me. He took his backpack off his shoulder and rummaged through it. 'No... shit.'

'What?,' I asked. I looked down at his troubled face.

'Not again,' he grunted. I realized what he was on about and opened my own bag, pulling out his medication prescription. He just stared at it in my hand, then hesitantly took it.

'It was still on the kitchen island when you packed the car this morning.' He gave me a thankful smile. 'It's a good thing I am coming on tour with you,' I chuckled.

'Sure is,' he just muttered, giving me a kiss before shuffling another few steps along to security. We made it through without much hassle, and Jordan and I tasked ourselves with getting coffee for everyone – except Oliver, he wanted a tea.

'Look at what Emma sent me,' Jordan said, showing me his phone while we waited for our order to be done. I looked at the photo of his son Elliot, and smiled. I loved seeing photos of the family and kids of the lads; Lee had become a father too last spring, and he proudly showed pictures of his daughter sometimes.

'He's so cute,' I said, pouting a bit. Jordan nodded and looked at his phone again, a proud smile on his face.

'Now you're back together again – any wish for having children with Oli in the future?' His question caught me off guard and I stared at him for a moment, a wave of emotions crashing over me while thinking of an answer.

'Eh... well, we – Oli and I -,' I started a bit troubled. I frowned and bit my lip, looking away from him and shaking my head. 'I can't –,' I tried again, thinking of a way to tell Jordan I could not get pregnant without medical help. Jordan just waited for my answer, his blue eyes scanning my face as I stumbled over my words. 'No, we don't want any kids,' I then decided, keeping it simple. I tried a smile, and Jordan nodded his head.