Welcome Home (01)
To say Amber was frustrated was an understatement. Matthew had landed over forty minutes ago and he had yet to answer her phone calls. It wasn't the fact he wasn't answering, but the fact he didn't take it seriously. Yeah sometimes she called for stupid things, but with the due date nearing it was important he learned to answer his phone. This time it was one of those rare instances that it was important for him to answer, she needed to get to him before the press did. It all started the day after Matthew had left, in Mexico she couldn't contact him, when her cramps got so bad that Amber was certain the baby was coming. She had gone to the hospital and everything just to be told that it was a false alarm, however Amber was certain someone had a photograph of her at the hospital. E! had been speculating on whether or not the baby was born and the last thing Amber needed was for some nosey, and ill informed, photographer to go and ask Matthew why he missed the baby's birth.
She had been sick for days and today was the first time that she hadn't felt sick. Amber actually had felt well enough to get up and go to a yoga class, which she hadn't done in weeks, but Matthew didn't know that. She knew he would have a cow if he thought he had missed the baby's birth. On top of that he would have a cow thinking she was alone during this all, which she hadn't. The perk of marrying Matthew, besides the obvious, was the copious amounts of LA based friends they had. Paget, Matthew's co-star, had been kind enough to spend the last few days with her. Her fiance, and one of Matt's close friends, Steve Damastra had even stopped by a few times to make sure they were okay and everything. Yet Matt didn't know that and Amber knew she was in for a lecture of a lifetime if he got word before she explained everything.
Paget had left about an hour ago, Amber was fine on her own now and if anything was going to happen Paget was literally fifteen minutes away, it wasn't a big deal. Finally as she was pulling the curlers out of her hair (he always called at the most inconveniant times) her phone began to vibrate against her vanity. Part of her felt like ignoring it in favor of fixing her hair, however she knew that would probably end badly so instead she picked up the phone and accepted his call. "Is this my husband or the gang that kidnapped him in Mexico? because that's about the only reasonable explanation for why he wasn't answering my calls" Amber teased before he could get a word in edgewise. "I mean it's bad enough he ditched me for a week, three weeks out from our daughter's birth, to go hang out on some beach with his sister but not answering my phone calls as well. I think that means he owes me, don't you agree Maybe by taking me out to dinner and not counseling me on what has the best vitamins for an hour before I'm allowed to order? The other option is he can sleep on the couch for the next five years and kiss every blow job, hand job, sex, or even being allowed within a two foot perimeter or me goodbye for at least a year, I heard having a baby really kills your sex drive and it'd suck for him if that was to happen".
She was being bitchy but Amber honestly didn't care, he needed to learn to stop ignoring her phonecalls this close to the baby's birth. "Okay being serious now, I'm glad you finally decided to return my call. We are going to dinner because I'm actually wearing clothes besides sweatpants and I did my hair. You didn't miss your daughter's birth, no matter what E! says, and Paget's been over for the last six days so I'm perfectly fine, probably even better than usual, and that's all I have to say so now it's your turn. Oh, sorry one last thing, I love you and I missed you while you were gone." Amber was really bad at having a conversation sometimes, she was good at being one sided and lecturing him for hours on end but really bad at letting him get a word in to defend himself.