Page 103 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“Any news?” Indigo asks.

Leia shakes her head. “The doctor just arrived.”

I pace the floor. “How long will it take?”

Gibson steps in front of me. “What do you need?”

“Need?”

“We can go for a run or have a sparring match, or you can hit your drums and pretend to make music.”

“I don’t need any of that shit. I need Aurora and my baby girl to be okay. I need them. I can’t live without them.”

Mercy wraps her arms around me and sways me from side to side. “Hold on, Jett. Hold on. They’re doing everything they can. You just hold on.”

Indigo, Virginia, and Leia join in and I find myself being hugged by four women. But not by the one woman I need.

“Jett Peterson,” a man announces and I untangle myself to rush to him.

“I’m Jett. What’s going on? Is Aurora okay? What about the baby?”

He motions toward the hallway. “The doctor’s ready to speak to you.”

I hurry to the room and burst through the door. Aurora is laying on the bed with a machine attached to her belly. I come to a halt when I hear the whoosh-whoosh of the monitor.

“Is that our baby?”

Aurora holds out her hand and I grasp hold of it.

“It is.” She smiles at me. “Little Bean is fine.”

“You’re certain?”

She nods toward Dr. Edwards. “The doctor is.”

I feel as if I can breathe for the first time in days. “What happened? How can we prevent this from happening again? What can we do?”

Dr. Edwards smiles. “Slow down, Daddy. Vaginal bleeding is perfectly normal during pregnancy. Ms. Sharpe’s bleeding was a bit heavier, but nothing to worry about. You can hear the baby’s heartbeat. She’s doing fine. As is Mom.”

“But why did this happen? How do we prevent it?”

I don’t think I can handle another mad dash to the emergency room. Maybe we should move to a town with a hospital. And I need to buy a car no matter what. I can’t always rely on my bandmates.

“Make sure Mom gets as much rest as possible. Stress may be a factor.”

“Stress? As in working too much?”

“It’s possible.”

The doctor’s beeper goes off before I can ask her any further questions. “You’re free to go home. The nurse will be in with your discharge papers soon.”

“You should quit working,” I tell Aurora once the doctor’s gone.

Her brow wrinkles. “Quit working?”

“Yes.” I nod. “The doctor said working isn’t good for you.”

“No, she didn’t. She said stress might be a factor and working too much is a possible indicator.”

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