Page 40 of Harmonizing Hearts

Emma’s eyes soften, her voice filled with sweetness. “No one expects you to be perfect, Jax. We’ll face challenges together, and we’ll learn along the way. What matters is that we’re there for our babies, guiding them with love and support.”

Tears well up in my eyes as I absorb her words, her unwavering faith in me. I squeeze her hand tightly, finding strength in her touch. “Thank you, baby girl. I needed to hear that.”

She smiles. “We’re in this together, baby. We’ll lean on each other and grow as parents, just like we’ve grown as partners. And I have no doubt that our love will create a safe and nurturing environment for our babies.”

As I look into her eyes, I see a future filled with love and possibility. The room around us becomes more than just walls; it becomes a safe place where our family will thrive. With Emma by my side, I know that I have the support I need to overcome my fears and be the father I aspire to be.

Stepping into the record studio, the familiar scent of creativity and music fills the air. My bandmates, Jillian, Dex, Charlie, and Liam are already setting up their instruments, their expressions a mix of focus and anticipation. Today, we’re back to work, ready to dive into our next project. As we settle into our respective positions, the energy surrounds us. We share a bond that goes beyond music—a bond forged through years of shared experiences, victories, and defeats. It’s a connection that brings us together not just as bandmates, but as friends — family.

During a break in the session, I lean against the console and clear my throat. “Hey guys, how about a barbecue this Saturday? We could all use a little downtime, and it’s been too long since we’ve hung out together outside of the studio.”

Charlie grins, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. “That sounds like a plan, Jax! Count me in for some tasty food and company.”

Liam nods in agreement. “I’m game. It’s about time we take a breather and enjoy ourselves.”

Dex, however, remains quiet, his brows furrowed with contemplation. I notice the slight tension in his posture, and concern creeps into my voice.

“Dex, is something bothering you? You seem lost in thought.”

He meets my gaze, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. After a moment, he sighs and gives a small, sad smile. “It’s nothing, Jax. Just some personal stuff I’ve been grappling with lately.”

I step closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to me, right? We’re more than just friends. We’re brothers, Dex.”

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath. “It’s just… seeing you so happy and fulfilled with everything going on in your life, it makes me think of Samantha.”

Samantha. The only girl he barely mentions but still has marked him. A twinge of understanding tugs at my heart as I realize the source of his unease. I lower my voice, trying to offer reassurance. “We’re here for you, through the highs and lows. I’m always here if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

He nods, his eyes filled with resignation. “I know. And I appreciate it. It’s just… it’s hard sometimes, you know? But don’t worry about me. Let’s focus on the barbecue and celebrating our successes.”

I can sense the heaviness in his words, his attempt to shield me from his own struggles. But I want him to know that his feelings matter, that his journey is just as significant. I give him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here. No matter the time or place.”

A glimmer of gratitude shines in his eyes, his guard momentarily lowered. “Thanks, brother. I might take you up on that offer someday. But for now, let’s enjoy the barbecue and create some more music together.”

I offer him a warm smile, my heart aching for his pain.

As the conversation concludes, we return to our respective instruments, the music filling the room once again. In that moment, I’m reminded of the beauty of friendship—the support, understanding, and presence that binds us together. And I silently vow to be there for Dex, just as he has been there for me, whenever he’s ready to share his journey.

I take a deep breath,my fingers tapping nervously against my phone as I scroll through the contacts. It’s time to extend the invitations for the barbecue on Saturday. I find my dad’s number and press the call button, my heart racing with anticipation.

After a few rings, my dad’s warm voice fills the line. “Hey, Jax! How’s my favorite rock star doing?”

A smile spreads across my face, “Hey, Dad! Why? Do you have other rock stars I don’t know?” I chuckle, “I’m doing great. Listen, I wanted to invite you to a barbecue at our place this Saturday. It would mean a lot to have you there.”

There’s a brief pause on the other end before my dad responds. “That sounds fantastic! It’s been a while since we’ve had some quality time together.”

Relief washes over me. “Thank you, Dad. It means a lot to me.”

Next on my list are the security team and Chris is the only one who can help me reach everyone’s up.

Me: Hey Chris, do you have any plans for Saturday?

Chris: Not that I’m aware of. Has Angel changed her mind again?

Me: Dunno but I’d like to have all of you guys on Saturday at mine for a barbecue. Can you spread the word?

Chris: Consider it done, Jax. We’ll make sure to make the barbecue a little crazier.

Me: Looking forward to it.

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