Page 107 of How to Catch a Rockstar

I should have known these ladies were up to no good when they didn’t push me for answers sooner.

I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t want to.”

“I guess I’ll drop you off at Jett’s house then.”

My stomach dips and my jaw clenches as anger fights with heartbreak for supremacy. “No. I don’t want to go there.”

Virginia squeezes my shoulder. “Men do stupid stuff when they’re worried about the person they love.”

I snort. “Jett doesn’t love me.”

I thought he was on his way to loving me. I thought he cared about me. I was wrong. He doesn’t care about me. He cares about this baby. But not me.

“What did he say?” Indigo pushes.

“In a nutshell, he blamed me for almost losing the baby because I work too hard. His solution was for me to quit my job since my work isn’t important. I can stay home with the baby while he goes on tour all over the world.”

Leia pulls to the side of the road to face me. “Does he not know today was a false alarm?”

“He wouldn’t listen to me. He completely ignored me. Me! The woman in the hospital bed who thought she was losing her baby.”

Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks but I dash them away. I’m not having a breakdown. I refuse for Jett to find out how much he hurt me. As much as I love these women, they have big mouths and will blab everything I say to their partners who will blab to Jett. No one can keep a secret in this family.

Leia grasps my hand. “I’m sorry.”

Mercy squeezes my shoulder. “I’m not excusing what Jett said. He was clearly an asshole. But maybe he was scared. Considering his past…”

I blow out a breath. “I know all about his past.”

And, I hate to admit it, but she could be correct. Jett might have overreacted due to his past. But I can’t have him become this gigantic asshole whenever he gets scared. We’re having a child. There are going to be more scary times. Many, many more.

“I don’t know. I love Jett, but I don’t know if I can be with a man who runs every time he gets scared.”

“Don’t make any decisions tonight,” Mercy suggests.

“Yeah.” Leia nods. “Get some rest and recover from your scare.”

“Tomorrow, your mind will be much clearer.” Virginia sighs. “Or as clear as the mind of a pregnant lady can be. Pregnancy brain fog is real.”

“Okay,” I agree. “But I don’t want to go home. Jett’s house, I mean.”

“You can stay with me,” the four of them practically say in unison.

“Duh. She’s staying with me,” Indigo proclaims.

“Explain,” Virginia orders.

“She can’t stay with Leia because she’s next door to Jett. Mercy’s out because Gibson is Jett’s best friend. And there’s no way Dylan can handle two pregnant women in his house at the same time. My house.”

“She can stay in the tiny home Gibson built for my uncle,” Mercy says. “Uncle Mercury isn’t staying there yet and there are panic buttons everywhere in the house.”

“She’s not staying alone tonight,” Indigo says.

“Um, hello. She is right here.” I point to myself. “And I can make decisions for myself.”

“Well,” Indigo prods. “Where do you want to go?”

I consider my options. I hate to admit it, but Indigo is right. Her house is the best option.

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