Page 27 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Gibson pushes his way in front of Fender. “I think you mean what are we doing.”

I growl but it doesn’t stop Gibson, Fender, Cash, and Dylan from invading my house. Great. The band’s all here.

“Shouldn’t you be at your sober celebration?” I ask Gibson.

“As if I’d be anywhere else when you’re having a crisis.”

“I’m not having a crisis,” I claim, despite my heart hammering in my chest and the sweat gathering on my brow.

He cocks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“What don’t you want to talk about? How you slept with our PA or how you got her pregnant?” Cash asks.

Gibson snorts. “We don’t need to discuss why he had sex with Aurora. We all knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

I frown as my bandmates nod in agreement with Gibson.

“Why are you confused?” Cash asks.

“Sparks flew whenever you and Aurora were in the same room,” Dylan continues.

“Because Aurora is the most annoying and irritating woman in the world,” I lie.

Gibson smirks. “You only found her irritating because you wanted to sex her up, but she was off limits.”

Fender grunts.

Great. All of my bandmates think I have a thing for Aurora. I mean I do have a thing for Aurora. But I can never have her. She deserves someone better than me. Someone who knows how to make a family with her. Someone who will love and cherish her. I don’t know how to do those things.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I’m starting to sound like a broken record.

“Tough shit,” Cash mutters as he makes himself comfortable on the sofa. Everyone else joins him.

“I’m serious. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Dylan rolls his eyes at me. “It’s cute you think your opinion matters.”

“You didn’t hesitate to get all up in our business when we were falling in love,” Gibson points out. “It’s your turn.”

“It’s not my turn. This isn’t some rockstar love story. I’m not falling in love.”

“But you are having a baby,” Fender grumbles.

A baby? I can’t have a baby. I can’t be a father. Father? My stomach hollows out. I think I’m going to be sick.

Dylan presses a can of ginger ale into my hands. “This helps when you’re feeling nauseous.”

I don’t bother to argue with him. There’s no use denying I feel sick when I’m gagging. I slowly sip on the drink. When I’m certain I’m not going to lose the contents of my lunch, I settle into a chair across from them.

“What happened?” Gibson asks.

I glare at him. I’m not discussing having sex with Aurora with anyone. Not even with my best friend. What happened between me and Aurora is private.

He waves his hand. “I don’t need the details.” His face pales. “I don’t want the details. I consider Aurora a good friend. I don’t need to know what the two of you got up to behind closed doors.”

Cash clears his throat. “What’s done is done. Aurora is pregnant with your baby.”

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