Loving Violet (Rockers' Legacy Book 4)

I hung up and then splashed water on my face, trying to hide the fact that I’d been crying. Remington had gotten us a villa at the Bellagio for the five of us to stay in all weekend. And since the world was already running the story of our marriage, I wasn’t up to going out for the night to celebrate. Instead, he’d ordered room service for us, and it was being set up in the dining room.

I’d changed out of my beautiful wedding dress and into yoga pants and a T-shirt once the photographer left after he’d taken a million pictures of us all together. Maybe I could take one of those pictures and frame it for my parents as an “I’m sorry” present.

Sighing, I shook my head at my reflection, knowing I couldn’t really make this up to them. But hopefully when I told them they were going to be grandparents, they would forget about the wedding issue.

A knock on the bathroom door startled me, and I quickly reached for a hand towel to dry my face.

“Violet?” Shaw called out. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Be right there.” After making sure my face didn’t show any sign of my tears, I crossed to open the door.

She stood there in a pair of black leggings and an OtherWorld T-shirt that was two sizes too big for her and fell off one shoulder. She’d pulled her hair up into a messy knot on top of her head, and she looked about as tired as I felt.

“How did they take it?” she asked, giving me a hug.

“Mom was crying, and Dad was mad. But I think he’s calmed down a little. For now, at least.” I grimaced and pulled back. “I just hope they take the news of the baby a little better.”

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sp; “I couldn’t begin to guess how Uncle Shane will react to becoming a grandfather. But I know Aunt Harper will be over the moon.” Linking her arm through mine, she guided me out of the bathroom and down the hall to the dining room.

The smell of the food hit me before we even got there, and my stomach growled loudly. Hearing it caused us both to laugh, and when we entered the dining room, the guys looked up with grins on their faces.

“What’s so funny?” Jagger asked as he offered Shaw a glass of champagne.

“Vi has an angry monster in her stomach,” Shaw told him.

“Don’t call my baby a monster,” I teased her and she snickered.

“What baby?” Jagger and Cannon asked simultaneously, causing me to gasp.

I’d told Shaw but not the other two, so they just stood at the table, gaping at me. I hadn’t meant to tell them before my parents, but it just slipped out.

Remington came up behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist. He splayed his hand across my lower abdomen, and I felt him kiss the back of my head. “Violet found out this morning that we’re pregnant.”

“Congratulations,” Jagger offered readily, lifting his glass at us. “That’s great news. I’m happy for you two. With Mia and Neveah adding to the family already, I was wondering who would be next. Honestly, I thought my sister would get knocked up again before anyone else, but having another little Violet running around will be perfect.”

“It could be a boy,” I told him as Remington held out my chair at the table.

“Aww,” Shaw said as she took her place. “We could dress him in little suits. Just think about it, Vi. Little bow ties and vests.”

“No way.” Jagger glared at her. “This will be Shane Stevenson’s grandchild. If it’s a boy, he needs an entire rocker wardrobe. And a guitar. I refuse to let you turn that cool kid into some little dork.”

“You’re a dork,” she threw at him.

I sat back, watching and laughing at them while Cannon tried to run interference. Remington sat beside me, watching bemusedly. He wasn’t used to having siblings, so every time he saw the others argue like they were, he didn’t know how to react.

Taking his hand, I rubbed my thumb over the platinum wedding ring I’d placed on it earlier. “What do you want, a girl or a boy?”

His eyes widened at the question, and he seemed to think about it for a moment. “I-I don’t know,” he murmured. With the others still arguing, they couldn’t even hear us. “My grandfather would have wanted a boy, so I naturally would have hoped for a girl just to piss him off. But if we have a daughter and she looks anything like you, I don’t think the world could handle that much beauty.”

My heart turned to mush, and I leaned in to kiss him. “You’re too much, you know that?”

Surprised, he frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I fall in love with you even more when you say sweet things like that.”

The frown turned into a grin. “I’ll have to remember that and make you fall a little more every day.”