Melody of the Heart (Runaway Train, #4)(65)

Even though we’d been together at least three times last night, I still wanted more of her. The old cliché that absence made the heart grow fonder was certainly true, especially when it came to my dick. Shifting her long, blonde hair off her shoulder, I then started kissing a wet trail along her neck. My hand slid around her ribcage to cup her breast. When I squeezed it, causing the nipple to harden, she moaned.

Her reaction caused me to buck my morning wood against her backside. Instead of warming up to me, she shifted away. Frowning at her back, I said, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she murmured, drowsily.

“Was I too rough last night?”

She shook her head. “I’m just tired that’s all.”

In our seven years together, she’d never refused me. She was always just as game as I was, especially when I had been gone on the road. Drawing circles on her back with my finger, I said, “Talk to me, Lily.”

She glanced over her shoulder. When I saw the tears pooling in her eyes, I sat up straight in the bed. “Oh God, I was too rough last night, wasn’t I? If I hurt you, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Please don’t hate me.”

Her words sent fear crashing from my head down to my toes. “No matter what it is, I could never hate you,” I replied honestly.

That statement caused her to burst into tears. Her body shook with the strength of her sobs. Unease prickled over me, and the worst thing I could ever imagine entered my mind. “Is there someone else?” I demanded.

Lily’s eyes widened. “NO! No, of course not. How could you think that?”

“You don’t want to have sex with me, then you ask me not to hate you, and then you burst out crying. What the f*ck am I supposed to think?”

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but then she clamped a hand over it. Throwing back the sheets, she raced from the bed. “You can’t go out there naked!” I shouted after her. The last thing I needed on top of everything else was for my bandmates to see my wife naked.

At the slam of the bathroom door, I shot off the bed. When I got to the hallway, a bleary-eyed Jake and Rhys peered out of their roosts at me. Of course, I could still hear AJ snoring. He could sleep through an F-5 tornado. “Dude, what the f*ck is going on?” Rhys demanded.

“I wish I knew,” I grumbled.

Motioning to the bathroom, Jake gave me a wicked grin. “I haven’t heard that much gagging since the last girl who thought she could deep throat me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re a disgusting prick who has delusions of grandeur.”

Jake chuckled and then disappeared behind his roost curtain. I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door. “Lils, are you all right?”

Her response came in the form of the toilet flushing. A few seconds passed before the door opened. While her eyes and nose were red from the crying, her face was white as a sheet. She had managed to slip on one of the bathrobes that hung behind the door. Of course, I was still butt naked in the hallway with my junk hanging out. “Babe, are you all right?” I repeated.

“I-I’m pregnant,” she stammered.

The world around me came crashing to a halt. Just like the first time I met her and she took me out, I felt the world grow dark around me. No, no, no. Surely, I had heard her wrong. Once I had managed to recover, I demanded, “What?”

“She said she was pregnant,” Jake called from behind his curtain.

“I didn’t ask you,” I growled.

“Then take it to the bedroom.” He poked his head out. “And congrats, Hot Mama.”

A nervous giggle escaped Lily’s lips at his words. “Don’t tell me you’re happy about me having a baby?” she asked softly.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It ain’t mine, so I’m thrilled.” He stared pointedly at the two of us. “Aren’t you happy?”

I threw up my hands in frustration. “This is so f*cking wrong! Damn, this bus. There’s no f*cking privacy!” My voice had risen an octave to where I was practically shrieking. Glancing down at myself, I shook my head. “Fuck, this is surreal. I’m standing here with my balls in the wind for one of the most important announcements in my life!”

“Bray, man, it’s—

”We are so not having this conversation with you!” I shouted at Jake. When Rhys poked his head out of the roost, I jabbed my finger at him. “Or you!” Taking Lily by the hand, I dragged her down the hall to the bedroom. After I slammed the door, I began pacing around the room.

Lily was pregnant. My twenty-two-year-old wife of seven months was pregnant. I was going to be a father. “Jesus,” I muttered, raking my hand through my hair.

At a whimper behind me, I turned around. Lily had sat down on the bed and drawn her knees up to her chest. She looked positively grief-stricken. She glanced warily up at me like she expected me at any moment to go utterly batshit on her.

And in that moment, I felt like the biggest * imaginable. I mean, what the hell was I doing making my pregnant wife feel like shit? It wasn’t like we were back in high school. We had the means to have and take care of this baby. Sure, things with the band were crazy and chaotic, but rock stars had kids all the time. Besides, there was nothing more that Lily and I had ever wanted than to be parents one day. I guess it had come sooner rather than later.