Chapter Fifteen
Girl, You Shoulda Been A Drummer
On the wayhome Ethan and I had a long talk about what we had said on stage.
“I know it’s completely irrational, but sometimes I wonder if he has deeper feelings for her,” I revealed. Ethan nodded.
“Despite her choosing to marry me I still have insecurities with the band. Adrian slept with her and and I have been on tour with them. Before they began settling down all four of them had no boundaries. It sucked seeing her cuddle with one of them, even if it was strictly platonic.”
I gulped.
“I don’t mean to upset you. I just don’t get to talk to anyone about it, it’s nice to know someone understands. You know they aren’t like that anymore. Mark would never touch another woman.”
“Don’t tell him, or her, about what I said,” I whispered. He chuckled lightly.
“I figured that went without saying. Same here. I love her, but sometimes she makes it really hard to get on board with her crazy ideas.”
We relaxed and the mood turned from somber to a much lighter mood. He turned back on my music and even sang along to a few songs. Realizing that I had an opportunity, I thought I’d take it.
“Since we are being truthful, does she have a name picked out?” Ethan shot a glance at me and clicked his tongue.
“Nice try.” Damn, I was so close.
* * *
Cleo hit thirty weeks and we celebrated with ice cream cake. Her pick, naturally. I invited everyone over for dinner and when everyone else left the twins remained. We were having a sleepover, and in the morning, we were taking them to play mini golf.
I tried to set them up in the living room to sleep but Derek returned from wherever he had gone and thrown a fit.
“Where am I supposed to sleep?”
“I don’t care, go to Adrian’s.”
He glared at me.
“I can’t. The baby cries too much.”
“What are you going to do when our baby is here?” I demanded. He stared at me blankly for a moment before asking if I’d put them in one of the spare rooms. Sighing, I grabbed their pillows and blankets and moved them.
Once I was in my own bed I turned to Mark and said something to him. “Derek can’t keep staying here. There is no reason he can’t find his own apartment or even buy a house. We all know he has the money. Or a car for that matter. It took Adrian forever to get one too. Why are you guys so hesitant with getting basic things?”
“Roots. Houses and cars say that this is where we are staying.”
“So? Does Derek really think he’s going somewhere?”
He sighed and set his book aside.
“Baby I do not know. I’ll talk to him. He already knows he has to find something when the baby comes, why rush him?”
“Because he’s driving me insane!” I exclaimed.
“Okay, okay. I’ll bring it up again. Or at the very least tell him to leave you alone.”
Mark did talk to him the next day, but I had a strong feeling it was only to tell him to knock off his attitude, and not so much to find a new place to live. When we returned from mini golf, he had cleaned up the living room and had bought a cheesecake as a peace offering he told me. I didn’t really like cheesecake.
The band was officially stepping into the studio to record their album. I decided to start baby proofing the house. With their long hours some nights I went to bed before they came home.
I had forgotten to mention that I had done all of the bathrooms the day before and was awoken in the middle of the night to a drunk Derek yelling from the downstairs bathroom. I pushed Mark, trying to wake him up but he just grunted and rolled over. Finally, I pulled on my robe and went to see why he was being so loud.
