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Wren’s pregnant.
Before I can let the fear take hold of me, I smile brightly and take the chance to pull her onto my lap. “We’re having a baby?”
She stares at me, confused, and nods slowly. “Yep.”
“How are you feeling?”
I guess that explains why she threw up earlier.
She shrugs and frowns. “Not that great, but I’m handling it the best I can. My mom helped me schedule an appointment earlier.”
“Can I, uh, go to it with you?”
“Is that what you want? Shouldn’t you be on tour?”
“I thought about it,” I say while smiling against her head. “But how would I be able to be with you if I’m always on the road?”
Wren pushes away from me. “What are you talking about?”
“I quit the band, Wren, and I’m officially moving to Arizona.”
She blinks rapidly, tears glistening in her eyes, and shakes her head. “You can’t do that.”
“Yet, I did. Everything is done. I’m officially out.”
“But why?”
“Because it didn’t seem more important than being here with you, even if my dream was one of the things I had to let go of. It seems like I’ve got bigger dreams to focus on now,” I say, my hand falling onto her stomach with a grin.
She opens her mouth to protest my decision, but I press a finger over her lips. “This is what I want, Wren, for both of us.”
“Us?”
“I came to get my girl back, couldn’t you tell?”
She chuckles and pushes away from my lap to pick everything out of the basket. Even though she hasn’t told me if we’re okay, there’s something about the ease in her laugh as we talk for the next hour that lets me know it’s all okay.
It’s definitely okay when she leans forward, lips pressing softly against mine, before climbing into my lap and grinding herself against me.
It's not the best time to have our moment, but I couldn't care less who happens to be watching.
I also made sure no one else would be coming up here.
24
Wren
I’ve craved the feel of his hands on me for far too long to back down right now.
Ryker doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back and run his hands over my ass, digging his fingers into the thick flesh in a way that has me moaning against his lips. I told myself if he tried talking to me that, I’d put up a fight and let him know how I felt, but that all fell out the window when I got brought here.
I grind myself against him, and he shifts his hips desperately into mine. He pulls away, eliciting a whimper from me, then chuckles while brushing back a strand of my hair. “As much as I’d love to do this right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He gently removes me from his lap and puts me back in the spot I was originally sitting, before walking over to the guitar sitting next to the picnic basket. I had wondered what that was doing here and I guess I’m about to find out.
The man I’ve come to love, and who I’m going to be sharing half of me within nine months, pulls the acoustic from his bag and strums the chords a few times to make sure they are right. He takes a deep breath, then sits in front of me with the guitar positioned perfectly in front of me.
This is a side of him no one else knows about. Is he about to give more of it to me?
