Page 27 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

It can’t be.

I glance at Mia, who’s not paying a bit of attention to me, and I wonder if this is something she could do. Is it truly possible that Mia would keep the identity of my child from me?

Mia and who I’ve learned is Kenzie, go back and forth for a few moments as they talk about what the doctor said. Liam was a trooper, which isn’t a surprise to me after being around his mother long enough, and Kenzie fully plans on taking him for ice cream once they get off the phone.

“Mommy has to get off now, little man,” she says with reluctance. I can tell she wants to stay on the phone, maybe even get on the next flight home, but she’s attached to a contract that keeps her here with me.

Liam whines although he’s much calmer than he was when Mia first answered, and I feel Mia’s shoulders shake against my arm. His big green eyes dart to mine, widening a fraction, and his mouth drops open like you’d see in a cartoon.

“You get better, Liam, okay?” I say into the line, and I don’t miss the way Mia’s body stiffens into mine when I speak to him.

He nods, still not saying anything, then looks over at Mia. “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you more, baby. Enjoy your ice cream, and I’ll check on you as soon as I can.”

Kenzie waves into the screen, her eyes falling onto mine with a nervous smile, and I give her a quick wave in return before Mia ends the call.

“So, that’s Liam,” I say.

She nods, not looking into my eyes, and I clear my throat. “Is his father around?”

That question gets her attention, and she pushes away from me with a shake of her head. “His father isn’t any of your business.”

“How old is he?” I asked this same question before, but I’m realizing now that she never answered and tried to put the focus back on me.

If I had to guess, he’s about six or seven.

Mia clears her throat. “Weren’t we supposed to be going out?”

“Answer the question, Mia,” I grind out.

A tear falls, sliding slowly down her cheek, and she sighs heavily. “He’s five, about to be six.”

I do the math in my head. We met each other during a nice summer night a couple of months before Raising Havoc, which would put our night together sometime in June. Nine months from June would be March.

It’s the beginning of March now.

“Tell me it’s not true,” I whisper, trying to calm my racing heart.

Mia looks at me, sadness swirling in her eyes, and I know without her answering that my thoughts are right… Liam is our son.

“How could you keep something like this from me?”

She shakes her head. “Evan, you don’t understand.”

I hold a hand up. “Are you serious right now? I thought we were getting somewhere with one another, that there was a level of trust between one another, but I guess I got that all wrong.”

Her shoulders shake with quiet sobs, and she tries to reach out, but I flinch from her touch.

If there was anything I thought about Mia, it wasn’t this. I didn’t think she could be as selfish as keeping my child away from me. She’s been working for me for weeks, had every opportunity to tell the truth, and she chose to hide it.

That’s why she wouldn’t talk about him and dodged my question when it came up the first time. She didn’t want me to know that Liam was mine as well.

“I’m heading back inside,” I mumble before storming back onto the tour bus and heading straight for my room.

Jace is relaxing on the bed now, holding a book in his hands, and he glances at me with a frown. “Woah, what happened with you?”

Is Jace the one I want to talk to about this?

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