“We may have found her?”
“Yes, Jennifer was the key. Steve also has people watching West Cedar. They’re trying to get someone inside the facility to make contact.”
I sat up in the bed. “So, she really is alive?”
Kurt’s eyes grew softer. It was clear he hated this as much as I did. I’d held out a small thread of hope that this had all been a mistake. A huge mistake. “Yes, she is. Steve got his hands on the visitor logs. Your parents check Adriane out every year around Mattie’s birthday, which is apparently around the same time she died, and check her back in a few days later. The day we visited your parents, Adriane was at the house. Two days later, they checked her back in.”
That was why they’d refused to let me in the house. Adriane had been there, had probably been watching us…Kurt. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about how much my parents had betrayed me. Inside me, Dylan began to kick, and I placed my hand over him, relieved he was moving. If it were up to me, I would poke and prod my stomach every ten minutes to make sure he moved. “There’s nothing that can repair the relationship. I want them out of our lives forever. I won’t have our baby tainted by my family. They don’t deserve to be part of our lives.”
“I agree. When it’s calmer, I’ll agree to dinner with my father to permanently cut him off. He’s not getting any more money. I need to prepare my mom for what that might mean.”
The more we talked about getting rid of the darker parts of our lives, the better I felt. They’d clung to us for too long, refusing to let go…until now.
My stomach growled.
“I had some takeout delivered. Are you hungry?”
The knot was still there, hanging heavy in my stomach. “Not really, b
ut I need to eat. What’d you order?”
“Chinese from the place with the chow mein you like.”
My stomach gave off another growl. “Yum! What about the kung pao chicken?”
“That, too.”
We stood and stretched. My shirt rode up as Kurt walked around the bed toward me. “I like that your tummy is growing.”
“Me, too. But if I start waddling, you better not say a word. If I ask if I’m waddling, lie. I don’t want to be a waddler.”
He gave me a salute. “Duly noted. I’ve stricken the term from my vocabulary.”
I shook my head. “You’re a smart man, Mr. Rockstar. First, let me change out of these travel clothes.”
Opening my dresser drawer, I saw a T-shirt I’d had made once upon a time to irritate Kurt. “Oh, look what I found. I forgot I had this. I think, considering the circumstances, I should get rid of it. What do you think?”
I held up the shirt I knew pissed Kurt off.
Cole Davis is a sex god.
Kurt growled. “He’s still a cocksucker. Man, it pissed me the fuck off when you wore that. And even more so thinking about how he treated you in the club.”
It had irritated me, too. “You were right about him.”
Tossing it in the garbage, Kurt gave me a satisfied smirk. “That’s where his music belongs.”
I was reminded of something I’d ordered, and went to my bag to pull out the fresh shirt. As I turned around, Kurt read it. “Cuss muffs?”
It was a maternity shirt featuring earmuffs on the stomach with Cuss written between the ear pieces. A total impulse buy.
“Yes, Dylan’s dad cusses like a sailor. I figured this would help.”
“Me? What about you?” Kurt raised an eyebrow. “I seem to remember someone having a potty mouth, too.”
Dramatically, I looked around the room. “Who?”
Kurt rolled his eyes and gave me a quick kiss. “Just a girl who likes me to lick her pussy and fuck her.”