Page 174 of Unspoken Words
“Nope. She’ll have yours.”
Shaking my head, I combined my fingers through his hair. “She loved it, and so did I.”
Connor tilted his head to look up at me, his teeth big and white. “Then my work here is done.”
He looked so handsome, so happy and content and I didn’t know how that could be possible. I mean, yes, he just married his childhood sweetheart and has a baby on the way, but he was also only twenty-four years of age with a dream career he’d put on hold because of me, not to mention his new bride was too exhausted to even consider consummating their marriage. It was all far from perfect and, yet, there he was, perfect and seemingly perfectly happy.
Guilt pained my chest, and I swallowed, heavily. “Promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Promise me that no matter what happens after Christina is born you’ll get Jackson to set up another album tour.”
“Where’s this coming from?”
“Just promise me.”
He tried not to roll his eyes but failed. “Let’s just wait and see, okay?”
“Connor.” My voice was stern and not to be argued with.
“Fine. But you and our daughter will be coming with me.”
I scoffed but grinned.
“I’m serious,” he added. “I’ll need my muses.”
“If it means you’ll finally live out your dream, then, yes, we’ll come with you.”
Connor shuffled back up the bed until his head was sharing my pillow, his nose to my nose, his lips brushing mine. “Baby, you are my dream. Always have been, always will be.”
A tear escaped my eye and fell to the cotton pillowcase. “I know. But—”
“No buts. You, Max, Christina … I don’t need anything else.”
“But you do,” I pleaded. “You need your music. You’ve always needed your music and you always will. It’s so important to who you are, Connor. Please don’t let it go because of us.”
“I haven’t let it go.”
“It needs to be a priority. It needs to be a focus.”
“Right now, you’re my focus and priority.”
“I know that, but … down the track, I won’t be, and you’re gonna need something to—”
“Ellie, can we please not talk about this now.”
“But we need to.”
“Not now we don’t.” His lips were pursed, his brow drawn. I’d upset him.
“Okay. You’re right, we don’t. I’m sorry.” More tears fell so I quickly wiped them away. “It’s our wedding night and I’m—”
“Hey! No more tears. No more guilt. No more worrying about tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. Let’s just enjoy now.”
I nodded and snuggled back into his chest, holding him tight and never wanting to let go.
Connor reached for the TV remote and flicked it on just as Forrest Gump ran across the screen, Jenny screaming, “Run, Forrest. RUN!”
