Page 72 of How to Catch a Rockstar

What was I thinking? Getting my first girlfriend and going on my first date since high school on Christmas Eve. No pressure then.

Maybe I’ll skip this whole first date thing today. We can do it later. After the holidays. Today, I can go bungee jumping or rock climbing or …

No. I cut those thoughts off. I’m not running away. If I run away now, Aurora will never trust me. How can we create a family if she doesn’t trust me?

The microwave beeps and I blow out a breath. Showtime.

I knock on Aurora’s door but I don’t wait for her reply before opening it and entering. She’s lying curled on her side with her blonde hair spread over her pillow. She appears relaxed in her sleep. She’s not trying to do a million things at once while ticking items off her to-do list. She needs to relax more and work less.

I set the tray on the dresser before kneeling at the side of the bed. I brush her hair off her face and she bats her hand at me.

“Go away,” she mutters. I kiss her forehead and her eyes fly open. “Jett.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “The one and only.”

“I thought you were a fly.”

“Sorry to disappoint. I don’t buzz and I don’t fly.”

She snorts. “Except for when you decide to jump out of perfectly good airplanes.”

“Don’t be jealous of my adventurous spirit.”

The happiness in her eyes dims. “What if we have a boy and he’s as adventurous as you? We’ll have to cover the entire house with padding.”

I shrug. “No biggie. I’ll teach him my best landing techniques.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I want a girl.”

I smile. “I want a girl anyway. A little girl with your blonde curls and green eyes.”

“The boys would chase after her.”

My smile falters. “Boys? She won’t be involved with boys.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to stop her?”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

“It’s going to be fun to watch you try.”

“And here I thought I needed to go bungee jumping for an adventure,” I mutter.

She pats my hand. “Don’t worry. Kids are an adventure in and of themselves.”

I stand and grab the tray from the dresser. “Sit up. I have our breakfast.”

“Our breakfast?” she asks but rearranges the pillows until she’s leaning against the headrest.

I lay the tray over her lap before climbing into bed next to her.

“Yes, our breakfast. I know sex is off the table.” Aurora surprised me with the no sex rule last night. I was not amused but I understand her trepidation. I deserve it. “But I wanted to have breakfast in bed with you.”

“I should probably shower and get ready for work.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. You’re not working. I cleared it with the guys – no special requests, no social media. They’ll leave you alone today.”

“And what about Mike?”

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