“Cole, you… asshole.”
“What? Do you hate it? Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I-I had to call Levin to find out Klaus’s birthday, and then I didn’t know fuck all about Anson, so I asked Dom?—”
“I love it, and that makes me upset.”
I frowned, confused. “I’m not following.”
“I’m so mad at you for all the lies, but I-I…”
“Tell me.” I slid off the bed and went to my knees in front of her. “Please. Just tell me.”
“I love you,” she whispered, tears trickling down her cheeks.
“Oh fuck, baby. I love you too.” I held her hands in mine. “I came here hoping you’d still give me a chance. The guys told me to let you cool off. E and Enzo. So I did. It was killing me. But I did it. I couldn’t stay away any longer. Please. Don’t make me fucking leave. I-I want to stay.”
“You have a life in Chicago.”
“Fuck that place,” I said immediately. “My life could be at your side. I don’t need money. I only went to college so my parents wouldn’t keep riding my ass. I always wanted to tour the world with a rock band. I can play bass guitar decently. I could be your new bassist.”
She chuckled at that. “I already have a bassist. Bane would likely fight you for the position.”
“The blond? I’m prettier than him. I can do it. Give me the position.”
She smiled at me. “I’d rather you cheer me on.”
I breathed out. “I’ve been cheering you on since you left us. I want to do it at your side.”
She winced and pulled her hands away from me before clutching her stomach.
I frowned. “Are you OK?”
She shook her head and jumped to her feet. I watched her rush to her bathroom before I heard her throwing up.
I got up, went to her, and held her hair back as she continued to vomit.
When she was done, she flushed and wiped her mouth, her small body trembling slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you getting sick?” I reached out and felt for a fever, but there was nothing. I frowned.
“Water. Please,” she murmured.
I took one of the paper cups from her sink, filled it, and handed it back to her. She took it, rinsed her mouth, and handed it back to me.
“Mouthwash,” she said, looking tired. “Drawer to your right.”
I opened the drawer and got out the mouthwash before putting some into a cup for her. I gave it to her, and she swished it around in her mouth for a moment before spitting it into the toilet and flushing.
I watched as she rested with her back to the wall, her eyes closed.
“You’re shaking,” I said softly, sitting beside her as I took her hand in mine. “What’s going on?”
“I-I think I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice trembling.
I froze at her words. “What?”
“I-I have the tests, but I haven’t taken them. I’m too scared.”
“Rosalie, you need to know. Take the damn test. Whose baby is it?”
