He’s right. Maybe I’ve developed an intolerance to something. It happens right? I nod in agreement and pluck up my cell, seeing it’s not quite six yet and the doctor’s office should still be open. I dial and get through, but there’s no appointments for a week.
“I doubt it’s anything,” I shrug, picking up my purse, “But let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”
It’s Savannah’s home show tonight, her last show before she has six months off and of course we are all going. It’s a casual affair so I’ve gone with a pair of tight blue jeans and an oversized blazer, pairing it with some black heeled boots.
Sebastian snags me around the waist as I go to walk passed him toward the elevator and brings me close, slotting me between his parted thighs. I look down at him as his fingers brush up and down my spine.
“You sure you’re good?” He asks.
“I’m good,” I promise, leaning down to press my mouth to his. He kisses me back softly before he pats my ass with a grin, and we head down to the garage beneath the building.
The show is being held at one of the oldest and largest theaters in the city. It’s a beautiful building and afterthe show, there is an after party being held in the ballroom connected to the theater.
We drive through the city silently, Sebastian weaving through the early evening traffic. It’s busy when we pull up to the theater, a line stretching around the side of the building as tickets are checked at the door. But we enter through the VIP area, finding everyone already here and in the booth we have been provided to watch the show. It’s on the balcony and large enough to seat all of us. Sebastian lets go of my hand and I immediately go to Olivia who is lounging in the plush loveseat, a glass of wine cradled in her hand.
She opens her arm when I climb onto the seat beside her and tuck right in.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, stroking my hair.
I pluck the wine glass from her hand and take a sip, almost choking on the taste as my stomach rolls with it.
“Nope,” I hand it back and reach for the water to wash away the wine, “And fine, I tried to get a doctor appointment, but they haven’t got anything until next week.”
Olivia’s brows twitch in concern and she nods, “Do you need to rest?”
“I’m fine,” I roll my eyes, “Stop worrying.”
But she just purses her lips, not convinced.
Thirty minutes pass before the lights in the theaterdim and the stage is brightened, soft music playing through hidden speakers. A collective hush falls across the large space and I lean forward, waiting for Savannah to come on stage.
When she does, the whole room notices. She’s elegance and grace personified, dancing with such skill and precision it’s hard not to hold your breath to watch. I subtly glance toward Killian who watches her like she’s the very moon in his sky, so focused on her, nothing else exists to him.
A small smile touches my lips and I turn back to watch the show, feeling more than seeing Sebastian slide up next to me, I shift on the seat, letting him sit before he pulls me into his lap.
No one speaks the entire hour Savannah is on stage, dancing her heart out for the crowd and by the end, her hair is damp and her skin shiny with sweat but she’s nothing but grace when she bows for the crowd and exits the stage. The applause follows her out and once she’s out of sight we all move, taking the stairs down backstage to see her.
Sebastian hands me a bubbling flute of champagne while we wait in the communal area. Savannah doesn’t take long though, she glides out of her dressing room, hair now loosened from its bun and tumbling down her back and she’s dressed in an all-white pant suit, a beaming smile on her face.
Sebastian hugs her first before she moves around everyone, hugging Killian last and hangs up for just a few seconds more than anyone else.
I make eyes with Olivia, quirking a brow and she hides her smirk behind her glass. Like hell we will give it up to the guys. If they have no idea, then that’s on them because it isn’t subtle.
It’s nine PM and I am exhausted. The afterparty started an hour ago but I haven’t been able to do much but sit and drink my water.
Sebastian keeps looking at me, worry and stress lining every part of his expression and Olivia has stuck by my side the whole time. I just don’t know what is wrong with me.
“You okay?” Savannah asks on a breath, finally breaking away from the horde of people who wanted photos and autographs. She’s got a bounce to her step and that post show glow is still lighting her up, the smile not once falling from her face.
I wave a hand, “All good.”
“She says that,” Olivia huffs, “But throwing her guts up every day this week, not being able to stay awake and going off food in general says otherwise.”
Savannah’s eyes widen, “What!?”
“I’m fine,” I shake my head, “Really.”
“Are you pregnant?” Savvy blurts.
