Tempting Perfection

It was ironic to see the softer side of these rock stars as we talked about the baby.

Sounding smug, Kurt answered, “Eight weeks. Seems my bastards made it through birth control shots and a condom.”

The boys gave a Hell Yeah, which lifted the mood even more. I slapped my forehead. Kurt leaned against the table and pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. “For now, Sawyer and I have made the decision not to say anything while we get used to the idea.”

“Will you before the tour is over?”

“We still have two and a half months left. Sawyer will be nearly five months by the time it’s over. I’m not sure we’ll be able to hide it that long, so I think it’s best we announce it versus it being leaked.”

Wow. When the tour finished, I would be more than halfway through the pregnancy.

The band agreed. Harlem stretched. “Those bastards are like a runaway train. Of course, we’ll support you. What about the fall?”

“The baby is due in August, which shouldn’t affect anything we have planned. I don’t have a lot of answers yet.” Kurt sounded tired.

The guys all nodded their consent. “Sounds good. What do you need from us?”

“Just be careful what you say until we make the announcement.”

Everyone murmured in agreement.

Edge stepped forward. “So, we got you something, Sawyer. We thought you might need it.”

“What’s that?” A gift from the band certainly had my curiosity piqued.

Sykes went to the door and brought back a basket filled with sticky notes of all sizes and colors. “I figured you’d need more with baby Hendrix on the way.”

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I pointed at Sykes. “I knew we had a mutual love for organization. I sensed a fellow organizer.” Holding out my fist, I said, “Organizers to the end.”

A small smile appeared on his lips as he fist-bumped me back.

There were so many colors and sizes. It was like a box of chocolate happiness. “I love it. I was just thinking my supplies were getting low.”

Taking the basket, I sat it on the counter. I touched one of the sparkly stickies. “This is a thing of beauty. So sweet. Thank you.”

Those damn tears wanted to come out, but I kept them at bay. Stupid hormones. I had turned into a blubbering mess.

“Okay. Well, we’re going to head out. Figured we’d go catch some grub, maybe a movie.”

“Have fun,” I called out.

They left, and Kurt and I were alone. “I’m glad they don’t think I trapped you.”

“Why would they?”

The amount of trust Kurt had in us floored me. Truly, it had never crossed his mind this could be a hoax. But he needed to understand that people would think this.

I shook my head. “Kurt, come on. Some people are going to think that. You’re Kurt Hendrix. The rock star who doesn’t do relationships. You’re in one for the first time, and now I’m pregnant. It’s not a big leap for people to assume that.”

“I’ll do everything I can to keep the story from spinning that way. People will see.”

People saw what they wanted to see. And if they wanted to see Kurt as a sex god, they would paint the worst picture of me possible. Women lusted after Kurt.

But maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about that at the moment. “What did we want to do today?”

“I figured we could order in some Thai. Read the dos and don’ts together. What do you think?”