Tempt My Heart(78)

I lean against the wall across from him and listen as he tells me everything. I can’t help but feel like mine and Jordon’s anger doesn’t come close to what Brock is feeling towards this situation. It’s taking everything I’ve got to keep me from marching into that room and smacking the shit out of her mother.

“I’m so sorry, Brock. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. Her mother sounds like a piece of work. From what Jordon’s told me, she hated him. Now because he is making something of himself she’s trying to put on this act. Pretending she cares about him and Kinsley getting back together and raising this baby.”

The pain in his eyes is almost enough to bring me to tears again. This is all too much for my overly emotional self today.

“For nine months that baby was mine.” He pauses and rubs the palms of his hands over his eyes. “I went to all the appointments, watched her belly grow, picked out baby names, and I put all the nursery furniture together. Then one day she decides, because I’m not a rich Rock Star, I’m not good enough. It was like a knife to my heart. So when she said she was in labor, I panicked and decided getting drunk was a better option than coming here and torturing myself. I loved that little girl from the moment I saw her on that ultrasound machine. To have Kinsley act like she didn’t care about me after we just talked about getting married and raising our baby together, was a low blow.”

“Well, as we speak, Jordon is doing a paternity test. If you want to do one too, you can, which personally I think you should. It’s easy. They just use a swab and rub it on the inside of your cheek. In three days, we’ll have the results back. At least then you have proof so you can decide where to go from here.”

I asked for a sign, and I think Cane just gave it to me.





By Your Side


Jordon

After Brock showed up, I felt as if a weight lifted off of my shoulders and I noticed, for a split second, a look of elation flash across Kinsley’s face when he walked into the room. She told me before that she loved him, and I think she still does. After talking to Brittan when we left the hospital and hearing everything Brock told her, I believe Kinsley does still love him, but her mother has gotten so far into her head that she isn’t thinking clearly.

It was like a madhouse when we tried to leave with the paparazzi all over the street as we pulled out of the parking garage. I am dreading tomorrow night’s concert because I already know the only thing the press will be focused on is this paternity crap, instead of asking us about the tour.

These next three days can’t go by fast enough. I know deep in my gut that Brock is the father of that baby. She looks just like him. I studied her face for a half hour just trying to find even a sliver of myself in her. There’s no doubt she is Kinsley and Brock’s, and once we get the paternity results to confirm it, I can focus on Brittan.

Brittan has been so supportive today when anyone else probably would’ve been running out of the door the second I said I had to go to the hospital. She never ceases to amaze me.

After taking a quick shower, we got ready to head to my parents. Brittan looks physically ill with every road I turn onto. I keep telling her they’re going to love her, but she is still a wreck especially with the Kinsley stuff going on.

Pulling my car into the driveway, I park beside my brother Eric’s Dodge Ram. My mother said my father wants to have a nice dinner out on the patio, since it’s in the seventies today. I think some fresh air will do us both some good.

I believe Brittan and my brother’s girlfriend Sam will hit it off well. She’s a few years younger than Brittan and one of the sweetest and funniest girls that I know. I think a friend is exactly what she needs right now with Roxie being thousands of miles away.

“I’ve already told you this a hundred times on the car ride over, but believe me they’re going to love you.” I say cupping her face in my hands and pull her lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss before getting out of the car.

“I’m taking your word for it.” Making her way around the car Brittan wraps her arm around my waist, and I slide mine hand into her back pocket. Her ass looks amazing in her tight skinny jeans, and it’s seriously driving me wild.

If we weren’t in a rush to get inside my parents’ house, I would’ve had a quickie with her in the shower. Believe me, I tried very hard to convince her that they wouldn’t care if we were late, but she freaked out saying she couldn’t show up late the first time meeting everyone.

I can smell the grill is already going as we walk down the stone path leading to my parents’ back yard. They’ve lived in this house, in Northbrook, just outside the city, since I was ten. I only moved out after I graduated so it would be easier to attend classes at the University of Illinois. I didn’t want to live in a dorm, so I moved in with my brother who is with the Chicago Fire Department. His apartment in the city was much closer to campus.