Bullet(45)

I was in love. That baby was now my life, and no matter what happened, the task before me was clear. My job was to love and nurture, protect and cherish this baby for the rest of my life.

After a while, we were on the couch watching a movie, Chris in my arms, having fallen asleep. I wasn’t really watching the movie. I was staring at my baby’s peaceful face as he dreamed. Ethan paused and said, “I still can’t believe I’m a father.”

I pried my eyes away from the baby to look at my husband. “Why not?”

He too was staring at the baby. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling. He shook his head. “Just…I guess it’s better than I thought it would be.”

I let those words wash over me. “Did you think it would be bad?”

“No…I just…can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I have responsibilities now.”

I smiled. “You had them before.”

He shook his head. “Not like this.”

I was starting to suspect he was feeling trapped, and that was not a healthy place for him to be. I knew Ethan too well by this point, and I didn’t like where this was going. “Are you not happy?”

He smiled. “Oh, no. I am, babe. I am. It’s just…different.” I started looking at Chris again. I knew my baby wouldn’t, couldn’t break my heart like his father had so many times, and just by his words, I feared Ethan was feeling cornered again. I didn’t know if I wanted to talk about it or just brace myself for what was sure to come. He pulled me close to him. “No…this is good. I’ll just…miss the old days. You know, fighting for you but still being a wild child.”

I couldn’t help the incredulous sound of my voice. “Fighting for me? You hardly ever fought for me.”

He laughed. “I did…in my own way.”

I sat there with him for a little longer, but then I decided to put Chris to bed. His crib was in my bedroom, so I lay him down and covered him with a light blanket, and then lay down on my bed. I couldn’t sleep, though, because Ethan’s words wouldn’t leave my head.

A while later, Ethan came in the room and lay next to me. I could feel as he shifted in the bed. Well, at least he was still at home. He wasn’t running…not yet, anyway. So I was surprised when I felt him move again, this time pressing up against me from behind, his warm breath on the back of my neck.

I was surprised. We hadn’t made love since I’d had the baby. At first, I knew it was because the doctor had said we couldn’t for a while, and we were so tired and stressed with being new parents that sex was the last thing on our minds. And, frankly, I hadn’t wanted to think about it, because past experience told me Ethan would find it elsewhere if he felt his needs weren’t being satisfied. So, feeling him behind me, rock hard and ready, made me instantly aroused and made me forget about the feelings of insecurity I’d had earlier.

“Mmm…” He started kissing the back of my neck, and I reached up over my head to run my fingers through his hair. His hand moved up under my shirt to find my breast. It wasn’t as sensitive to his touch as it had been, but his touch in general was welcome and wanted. I could tell he wanted me now, and knowing I was awake and willing just encouraged him. He slid his hand under the back of my panties to pull them down my leg, but my weight had pinned them between my body and the bed. He just tugged harder until they were down my thigh.

I felt his other hand slide under my side, and he kept moving until his fingers were between my legs. He could tell I was ready. Of course, I was ready. He hadn’t touched me this way in months. We hadn’t been together much right before I got pregnant, and even then when we did, he was usually under the influence. And then, when I was pregnant, he tended to treat me like a piece of porcelain. Yes, I needed him; I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I could tell he didn’t plan to focus on foreplay, and I was okay with that.

I was a little nervous until I felt him thrust inside me, filling that need I’d forgotten was there. And even though we didn’t say a word, he held me close after in that same position, making me hope it hadn’t just been a dream. And still…an old song I’d written during the summer after my freshman year in college kept rolling around in my head. But one line, just one line from that song kept haunting me: “I thought I’d lost you forever.”

But I was afraid to say it out loud.





Chapter Twenty

Past



BEFORE I KNEW it, I was back at home preparing for another semester at school. I’d managed to save up some money and had avoided blowing any on a car or tattoos or anything I didn’t really need. I was feeling down, though, knowing my tenure with Fully Automatic was just about over.

I didn’t want to go back to college. I didn’t hate it, but I still had no idea what I wanted to do there. It held no interest for me, and I was beginning to think it was a waste of time and money. Worse yet, I didn’t know if Ethan or Zane were planning to go back. I supposed I could continue to sing—as long as the dates were weekends only—but the venues would be a lot harder to get to, especially in the winter. Throw into that the time I’d need to spend on school work, and I really did need to plan on hanging up the mike after our last show.

So when the guys picked me up on our last trip—another show in the Denver Metro area—I tried to put on a happy face. No matter what we’d gone through up until this point, I’d enjoyed being in the band and becoming closer friends with the guys. I would never regret the time I’d spent with them. It had been an exciting journey of self-discovery.

As we drove down the mountain from Winchester toward Colorado Springs, Brad turned down the music. “Val, we wanted to broach a pretty serious subject with you, and now’s as a good a time as any.” He looked behind his shoulder. “Right, guys?”

They all made sounds of agreement, and Brad looked over at the passenger seat to look at me. Why did this make me nervous? It sounded too serious. “Okay.”

His arm was bent at the elbow, resting on the door. The window was down, blowing air through the van, helping the temperature inside be a tolerable level. It was blowing the hair on the left side of his head around, emphasizing how much it had grown since I’d first met him. He’d also gotten more tattoos, one on his right forearm and another on his right pec. Out of everyone in the van at this moment, I knew that Brad would make it. Music was his life, and everything he did played into what he perceived to be his endgame.

He was grinning, because he could tell how I was taking it, that I was a little on edge. “We’ve been talking, Val, and we’re not ready for this to be over. Not by a long shot. You know we’ve already got dates clear through November, and I’m still booking shows out past that.” He kept his eyes on the road but kept talking to me. “We don’t want to lose you, Val. You’ve become one of us, and we can’t see doing this without you anymore.”

I nodded and looked out the front window myself. This was going to be a sad conversation. “Yeah, but I’ve got college soon.”

“Yes, that’s what you’ve said. So you’ve decided on a major then?”

“Well, no.”

“You’ve narrowed it down, though, right?”

I knew where he was going with this. “No…”

“So why can’t school wait until you know?”

He had a point. Why was I so hell bent on doing it right then? I was in a hurry to get it done so I could be out of school, but to what end? I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. He was right. I could go to school anytime, once I knew what I wanted to go for. Waiting would make sense.

I’d just have to talk my parents into it. And that’s what I said. “Okay, so let’s say I wait. But then I have to get my parents on board. More than that, though, my job’s ended. What do I do then? How do I support myself? It’s not like we’re rolling in the dough.”

“But what if we were playing four or five nights a week?”

“Yeah…I can see how that might add up. But you’d have to spend it all on gas, though, wouldn’t you?”

“Not if we moved to where the shit is.”

It started to sink in, what he was saying. “Are you thinking we should all move somewhere and play all the time?”

He’d started grinning. “Yeah…that’s what we’re thinking. We mostly play around Denver, so why not find a place that fits all of us? I keep booking shows, and I could do more if we lived there and didn’t have to drive all over the place. Instead of figuring out if it fit around work and if we could make it to a show on time, I would just have to make sure we had the time free. There are lots of shows we could do, and Denver’s a huge place. And that wouldn’t mean we couldn’t do shows somewhere else, but it would make the ones there a lot easier to get to.”