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Virginia slaps her. “Stop pushing her.”

“Sorry,” Indigo apologizes.

“It’s okay.” I dig my nails into my thighs as I remember the after. “I didn’t have any other relatives and ended up in a group home.”

The group home wasn’t the worst. I’ve heard horror stories about other homes. But all the other girls already had their friends and I was the newcomer. The newcomer who was drowning in grief and had no one to comfort her.

“I lasted for two years until I managed to escape. I got early admission into college and moved into a dorm.”

“The name of our club is hereby officially changed. It is now the shitty childhood club.” Indigo points to me. “And you are our newest member and my new bestie.”

“Has anyone ever told her she’s crazy pushy?” I ask the room.

Virginia moans. “All the time.” Her phone beeps and she glares at it. “Dylan is wondering where I am and how I am. I better get going before he sends the cavalry after me. He’s a bit overprotective.”

I ignore the pain those words cause. I would do anything to have the father of my baby be overprotective of me during my pregnancy. Considering Jett’s reaction to the baby, my wishes will remain unfulfilled.

I follow the women to the door. “Thanks for coming to check on me.”

“We got you, girl,” Indigo says.

Leia squeezes my shoulder. “I was a single mom. I know how terrifying it is. I’m here for you. Whatever you need, you call me. You understand?”

I nod.

“You’re not getting it yet, but you will,” she mutters as she leaves with the rest of the women.

I close the door behind them and lean against it. I’m not entirely certain what just happened but I think I gained some new friends and allies.

“What do you think, Little Bean? Are you up for having four crazy aunts?”

Chapter 12

Blabbermouth – when someone runs his mouth without thinking

Jett

I hum as I exit the stage. The fans are screaming for more even though we already played one encore. Yes! I twirl my sticks in the air. I’m ready to play as long as needed. Playing music is the one surefire way to get my mind off of Aurora.

Aurora.

I haven’t spoken to her since she dropped the baby bomb on me. Despite her being around and arranging everything for this concert. It helps that she’s avoiding me as much as I’m avoiding her. Every time she walks into a room where I am, she snarls before whirling around and leaving.

“Who’s ready for a second encore?” I shout.

Cash grimaces. “My throat can’t handle anymore.”

“Fender can sing the song he wrote for Leia. The fans will love it.”

Gibson studies me. “Wow. He’s not gagging at the thought of a love song. Our little boy is growing up.”

“Don’t make me shove these sticks up your ass.”

He chuckles. “There’s the Jett we all know and love.”

Dylan steps in between us before I can hit Gibson. The peacemaker strikes again. “We agreed on one encore.”

I drum my sticks against the wall. “But I’m ready for more.”

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