“It absolutely disgusts me. Not gonna lie. But this is going to fucking rock.”
* * *
Cash was the last to leave that night. It was a long one too, learning the new song, and perfecting it enough to record within the week. Dallas was adamant about responding as soon as possible to Tierney’s shitty move.
Ronny and Dallas left together, as usual, and Elena was on her way with Cara. Cash had been chatting with Tate while I was in the shower, and then continued hanging around when I came out in my pj’s and Tate took his turn to bathe.
We were chatting about nothing in particular when Tate came out in his pj pants and wet hair. He glanced at us before he slipped shoes on and went to the door.
“I’m going to catch Elena on the ground so she doesn’t have to climb up all the stairs with the car seat.”
I waved to him as he left.
“You got a second?” Cash asked me when we were all alone. I had just gone into the kitchen to start cleaning up dinner and turned around.
“Always. What’s up?”
“It’s Audrey, I told you I’m going to propose,” he started. He walked over to me, obviously bothered by something. I beamed a smile, hoping that would help.
“I know, and I’m so happy for you. Have you decided how you’re going to do it?”
“Kind of, not entirely. But that’s not why I’m bringing this up again. Remember a few months ago I told you I was going to tell her about… us?”
My stomach knotted and I forced myself to nod.
“Well, she was a little uncomfortable at first. Not about us sleeping together or anything,” he added quickly. “Just that it was kind of a secret. But when she reacted like that, I didn’t have the balls to tell her about the other thing.”
“My miscarriage?” I said, a little too sharply. He flinched and guilt instantly rolled in my gut. He had been supportive when it happened and cried when I did. It wasn’t fair for me to treat him like that over it. He nodded.
“The miscarriage. But I want to tell her before I ask her to marry me. She needs to go into this knowing everything. And I don’t want to go in feeling guilty for hiding it either.”
“Okay. So, what exactly do you want from me?” I said hesitantly.
“Well, how did you tell Tate?”
I blinked.Come again?
His eyes went wide as he realized that I hadn’t.
“Jim, are you serious? How could you get mad at him about… Cara but not tell him about our situation?”
I threw up my hands.
“I don’t know. It didn’t really feel like the same situation.”
“It kind of is, don’t you think? You were worried that they would share a connection. Him and her. You don’t think we share a connection?”
“No, I mean, we do, but not like they would have if she hadn’t completely given Cara up. Fuck,” I swore and fell back against the counter. I ran my hand through my hair.
“I’m the asshole, aren’t I?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Well, I don’t think it’s me.”
“Do you think it’s important? The doctors all said I was fine, medically. I can still get pregnant if I want to.”
“That has nothing to do with it. You should tell him because it was something of significance that happened in your life. He should know.”
I stared at him for a long time, trying to figure out an argument against it. Finally, I rolled my eyes and sighed.
