This thing between myself and Mitch, has been running pretty darn smoothly for nearly two weeks now. My work is stupidly busy, as per usual, while Mitch himself is preparing himself for a new lead role that's to be mostly filmed in Snake River, Idaho. It's a new action thriller, and from our Skype conversations, he is more than ready for this new and testosterone-fuelled challenge.

At the moment, Mitch and I are low-key and low maintenance. It's actually nice not having to worry about whether or not I'll have the time to see him, because he's not even in the country. Being with him, is actually easing me nicely into having a man play just a small part in my busy life right now. I pride myself on my independence and my professionalism. I pride myself on not needing a man to satisfy me both emotionally and financially. So, I'm happy with how things are evolving between us. It's uncomplicated and easy—I like that.

These two weeks, have given us personal space and time to just talk and really get to know one another more and more, without our physical chemistry getting in the way. For instance, I now know that Mitch loves to do all of his own stunts. Over the years, he has broken his nose, both of his little fingers, and the big toe on his right foot. I'm no social media whore, so I never knew that. Sure, I've got Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts, but I only really use them for business purposes. I don't ever trawl the Internet for hours and hours, wasting what precious free time I do have, just to keep an eye on celebrities and their lavish lifestyles and tumultuous love lives. So it's actually really nice to find out these things from Mr Celebrity himself.

It's fun finding out things about Mitch, and I'm surprisingly enjoying sharing things with him about myself, too. I'm quite a private person. Affairs of the heart, should remain just that...affairs of the heart.

And yet, with Mitch, I am opening up more.

With him, things that I wouldn't ordinarily share, so easily want to be shared with him. It seems like I am learning so much about who Mitch Heston is, but I'm also learning more about who I am as well.

That's good, right?

My mum is pee-worthy delighted. Not that she can share any of her motherly delight, as she's been sworn to secrecy about my thing with Mitch. As too, has my evermore pregnant best friend, Hetty.

Both Mitch and I have agreed that until we both know what to actually tell the world; that there's nothing to tell.

It's such early days between us. The last thing we need, is for our thing, to go public. For now, he and I are strictly being kept within our close and inner circles. Away from all of the media hounds. Away from the greedy glare of the gossipy world. I'm a confident woman, but I don't know whether even I am ready for all of that intrusion, just yet.

No, I'm liking it just being a more private us.

I'm liking it being kept on an need-to-know basis only.

It's exciting and so much more simpler this way.

"Rebecca, your mum is on line 1." Iris, my very lovely PA and my super efficient right hand woman in all things professional, informs me with a quick smile as she peeks her head around my office door. "Are you free or shall I tell her to call back later?"

Happy to have just a little break from reformatting some hard drives, I smile back to Iris. "It's fine, I'm free." As she closes my door, I cheerily take the call from my dear mum. "Hey mum, how are you?"

"I'm good, thanks love. I did just try your mobile, but it's either off or you've not got a good reception?" She casually states.

"It's charging, I just forgot to switch it back on." I happily explain to mum, eyeing my mobile from where it continues to still charge at the end of my desk. "Anyway, you okay? Is dad alright?"

"We're okay. Except, your dad did nearly choke on a Cumberland sausage he ate last night, but then again, he's never been much of a chewer, now has he, love?"

I shouldn't find the whole choking vision amusing, but I do, because the amount of times that dad has scoffed his food down so quickly and ended up coughing and spluttering because of it. Which then has mum getting all irate with him; but dad never learns. "No sausages tonight, then?" I tease down the line, smirking only to myself.

"You can joke, love, but I'm honestly thinking of putting your dad onto soft foods, let's see how he likes that?"

That would go down like a lead balloon for my father. He's a man. He likes to be treated as such. And ordinarily, he's quite a refined and well-mannered man, but he does rather enjoy his food. Where he puts it all, though...Lord knows!...because he's slim, just like I am. He's got hollow legs! Is what my mum always says. "Anyway, other than dad nearly choking to death, what's up?" Is my cheery change of subject to my mother.

"I'm just wondering whether you are wanting me to drive to Hetty's baby shower myself or will you have time to pick me up after work tomorrow?"

"I can pick you up, it will be nice to be able to go together, won't it?" I sometimes do feel guilty for the lack of time I get to spend with my parents; especially my mum. There are times when I think I have deprived her of that unbelievable bond that some mothers share with their daughters. I was never a girly girl. I wasn't into gossip and girly chats, and my dear mum is.

"Yes, that really would be lovely. It won't be long now until the little precious one arrives now, is it?" Mum is excited. She loves Hetty and Hetty loves her, so it's no wonder that my mother is more than a little excited for the baby's arrival—that, and the fact that she knows it is highly unlikely that she will ever have a grandchild of her own.

Again, that makes me feel just a little guilty. "Yup! Not long now." I reply, thinking that I'll try to lighten some of that guilt. "I think Hetty and her bladder will be happy once the baby is out, she says her bladder feels like it must be about the size of a chickpea because of the amount of times that she needs to have a wee."

Mum chuckles down the phone. "Ah, but she'll forget about all of that once she holds that gorgeous little baby in her arms." Mum sounds so sure, but her reply makes me only more doubtful.

I have never been maternal. I have never ached to have babies. I don't hanker for the need to get a tummy so big that I can't see my feet. I don't long to have a babe suckling on my tiny breasts, rendering them to look like nothing more than wrung-out old teabags. Nope, I really don't think motherhood is for me.

I'm perfectly happy with just having Jaws, my no-fuss fish.

He doesn't scream his lungs off to be fed.

He doesn't need constant cuddling.

He doesn't need nappies.

He doesn't keep me up at night.

I'll stick with a fish, thank you very much!

"If you say so, Mum." Comes my brief but doubtful reply.

"Just you wait, Rebecca. There will be no greater joy for Hetty than to hold her baby in her arms. I still remember the day you were born like it was only yesterday." Mum says, now sounding all wistfully nostalgic from where she is.

Mum is sentimental, I'm not. Which again, only adds to my guilt. I was never that girl who would confide in my mum. I would simply lose myself and all of my worries in a book. By the time I had finished my story, my worries no longer would seem such a big deal. I was a quiet girl. A thinker. Not much of a talker. It's only adulthood and my career, that has taught me how to become a confident communicator. As a girl, I just wasn't. When I was a teenager, I think mum had hoped that I might open up some more, that I might let her in a whole lot more. She encouraged me to talk about boys, school and my friends, but I never wanted to. I was an high achiever at school, so that kept my dad happy and always off my teenage back. He figured that if there ever were a problem, that my schoolwork would suffer. Which of course, never happened. I was a studious and reserved girl, but I think mum would have just liked to have seen me be more of an out-going and carefree girl. She would have loved to have maybe seen a little more mischief. Some experimentation with some really awful make-up beneath my glasses. To cry over boys. To do some silly dance routines in my bedroom—that kind of thing.

But I just wanted to read and to learn. I wanted to do well, to be the best in my chosen subjects. I was never the kind of person who could pretend to be what she never was. Plain and simple—I was a geek. And that geek eventually became who I am today. Mum has watched me grow into a professional woman. A far more feminine woman—the frizzy dark hair now survives by its discovery of serum, my blue eyes are more seen because of the contacts that I now wear, and the geeky clothes have been replaced with more formal and professional attire—I have evolved into being me. Maybe I was never that girl who cried over boys and who would wear far too much lippy and mascara on her face, but I think mum is proud of who I have become. I may not be sentimental. I may not be a lot of things, but I would like to think that my mum knows that I love her.

"I really look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Mum...I'll pick you up at 6:30, okay?" For her, that is me trying to be just a little bit sentimental.

"Okay, love." Mum says. "When do you think you'll see Mitch again?" I was wondering when his name might be casually slipped into our little conversation.

"He's taking me to a friends birthday party next Saturday." I casually tell her.

"But I thought you weren't going public, love?"

Smiling, my reply is confident and cheery. "It's just a friends 30th, Mum, so they'll be no cameras, no paps...just the guests."

"But that's still public, Rebecca?"

Mum can't see, but I'm nodding nevertheless. "We're just not going public public, that's all. But Mitch's close friends, maybe his family, you, dad, Hetty and Will...that's enough for now." Is my warm, and still, confident reply. It's not that Mitch and I are wanting to hide around in shadows or anything. We are happy for anyone close to us to know about our thing, we just don't want those people telling anyone else about what they know. It just saves the whole worldwide embarrassment, should nothing more come of our thing.

This particular birthday party, is for a longtime friend of Mitch's. He's another British actor, who lives in Cheshire with his singer girlfriend of two years, and just wants to celebrate with a few of his closest pals. It's just going to be some drinks. Some food. Some fun. A discreet gathering of friendly sorts, apparently.

"I watched one of his films last night. I actually enjoyed it." Mum suddenly announces, and I just know that she is smiling into the phone. Yeah, she's super chuffed that her girl is dating again. After a dry, dateless spell (my choice, may I add), she's delighted to see me with a man again, and an exceedingly high profile man at that. "Myself and your father did have to look away on occasion, though. It felt improper to be staring at his bum in HD, when we've not as yet even met him in the flesh, if you know what I mean?"

That has me laughing. "I know what you mean, Mum."

"It's a very nice bum, mind you, but I couldn't look at it for too long...it felt wrong somehow." Mum amusingly goes on.

Okay, as funny as the conversation currently is, I think I really should start wrapping it up now that we are discussing Mitch's butt. "Well, I've got to go...I'll see you tomorrow!" I'm quickly setting up our goodbye.

"Yes, see you tomorrow, love." Mum sings down the line.

Hanging up, I'm still laughing about the bum thing. Then, I'm worryingly struck with the realisation that my mother has actually now seen Mitch's bum before I even have. God, that really is wrong on so many levels, isn't it?

**AUTHOR INTERLUDE**

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