"Do you have everything?" I stress and start listening off essentials, "Underwear, pants, shirts, your phone, phone charger, the script-" I'm cut off when plump lips connect to my own.

My husband pulls away with a smile, "I have everything, anyway I can always buy a toothbrush in Italy if I forget one." he finishes with a smile, and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.

Today's the day where my lovely husband Christian Smith is sadly leaving me to go film in Italy. I'm very proud of him, but I can't help the sadness that fills my stomach while I stand in the middle of the airport.

We just got married and I'm already sending him off. On the positive side, we had the wedding of my dreams. In, a small little church with only the people that are positive aspects in our lives. After the ceremony, we had a party at our place. I know what you must wonder; you had your wedding party in your apartment?

Nope, me and Chris about a week before our wedding bought our first house together. I wanted a small little cozy house, but Chris dined and said we needed a big house to fit the army of kids we'll have.

Therefore, that's why our big house lies surrounded by gates stopping the fans that have somehow found out where we live from getting in.

They never seem to surprise me.

As for how they reacted to me and Chris coming out as a couple, it was a mixed reaction. Some fans freaked out and cried... yes cried. Some in happiness and some in sadness. Our new relationships status was all over every news station, fan page, blog post, you name it and we were the trending topic.

I will not lie, I was having severe thoughts and regrets after confirming our relationship. If I thought everyone was crazy before, they got ten times worse. Fans following our every move, paparazzi never leaving our sides. Fans even started making edits on how our kids would look like when we announced our engagement.

I got the most hate, a bunch of teen girls and even grown women started hating on me. In the beginning it was very overwhelming and I would hide all day under the covers with my phone shut off.

But you always grow stronger, and now I could not care less if people don't like me.

If Chris is by my side, I'll be alright.

Chris wanted to try for a baby on our wedding night. He claims we need to start right away. I stopped him right away and said I wanted to wait until after he comes back from filming.

He wasn't happy, but I really don't care. I'm going to be the one growing a human inside my stomach.

Threatening him if he didn't stop begging I would hit him with a wooden spoon, he finally backed off and left the topic alone.

every day, I prayed for the days to go by slow, dragging out the weeks so I'll be able to spend every single minute with Chris.

But time was not on my hands, so that's why I'm standing in the middle of the airport with a frown on my face.

"I'll be back before you know it," Chris whispers, pulling my body tight to his.

A single tear travels down my face as I nod, trying to stay positive in front of him. I know if he sees how hurt I am, he'll turn around and drive right back to our house and stay with me.

But marriage is about supporting and loving each other. I'm not about to be a wife that stops my husband from doing his job.

"I'll be counting the minutes," I reply with a small smile.

"We'll face time every night, I'll text you every morning and night, and I'll send you updates." he says, sadness dripping from his voice.

Another thing that will make it difficult to communicate with each other is the time difference.

The time difference is nine hours, it won't stop us from talking to each other, it's more of a pain.

"And I'll do the same to you." I whisper back, trying to keep the tears that beg to be let out in.

He grabs the sides of my face and pushes back, disconnecting my face with his muscular chest. "I lectured to Ty that he better take care of you, I would have talked to Mark but he's already a given."

I chuckle, already knowing that Mark will spend lots of night with me while Chris is gone.

"One call and I'll come back here in a heartbeat." he mumbles kissing my jaw.

"I'll be fine," I told him, tilting my jaw to the side, giving him better access to my neck.

He places wet kisses up and down my neck, "I won't be fine without you."

I run my hands through his locks and give him a chuckle, "Give yourself more credit than that."

"What will I do without you for so long?"

I joke while running my hands down his hard back, "You'll die."

"I will."

My hand pushes his chest playfully, making him disconnect his lips from me. "Make sure you call me, or else I'll hunt you down."

"So you'll come to Italy if I don't call you?" he asks hopefully, and a sneaky smile gracing his lips.

I smile knowing that he'll probably won't call me on purpose just so I'll come looking for him.

"Nope, I'll send my men out to you," I say, popping the "e".

He laughs dryly and gives me a frown. Making him look even more adorable than he already is.

His phone dings alerting him he's gotten a text message. Pulling out his phone, he wines while slipping his phone back in his black sweatpants.

My man today looks drool worthy, black sweatpants, black hoodie, and a back beanie. One silver ring graces his ring finger.

That's right, ladies, he's taken.

"I have to go now," he says, looking down at me. His eyes take me all in before he connects our lips together.

Our kiss is rushed and passionate, he slips his tongue in my mouth fighting mine for dominance.

I let him win, I always do.

"I love you," he says between kisses.

Kissing him harder now, I raise myself on my tippy toes and express all my feelings in our lip lock.

We break away when his phone rings repeatedly.

I want to punch however that person is in the face.

Pulling away from each other tears stream down my face matching Chris's single tear running down his own. He grabs my left hand and kisses my wedding ring, "Bye butterfly."

Grabbing his own hand I place my lips on the cool metal, "I love you Chrissy."

With one last lingering kiss, he takes a step back and blows me a kiss.

Pretending to catch it, I close my hand around his kiss and put it in my pocket. He smiles and laughs while continuing to walk backwards, "I love you butterfly." he mouths, his hands forming a heart.

Making my own heart, I blow him one last kiss as he enters security.

My heart aches as my eyes can't find Chris anymore. Turning around, I cry silently.

Once I'm in the safety of my car, I send a quick prayer to God that he watches over Chris. I also thank him for blessing me with the opportunity of acting beside the love of my life.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I would have fallen in love while filming Endlessly.

A smile graces my lips through my tears as I drive home.

Me and Chris acted in Endlessly that we were hopelessly in love.

Christian Smith from the moment we met captivated my thoughts.

I don't know about Chris, but I'll speak for myself.

I wasn't acting.