The Rocker That Needs Me(77)

I rubbed my hands up and down his muscular arms. “Do you think it’s too soon? Do you want to wait?”

He frowned, considering his answer hard before shrugging. “I think that we should just let fate decide for us.” He brushed a tender kiss across my lips. “If it’s meant to be, it will happen. Is that okay with you?”

My heart filled with even more love for him. “It’s more than okay, Drake.” I sat forward and kissed his chest right over his heart. “Make love to me, babe.”





Epilogue


Lana

I was sound asleep when I felt him climb into bed with me. Sighing happily, I turned over and snuggled into my husband.

Strong arms pulled me even closer, and a scruffy jaw rubbed against my cheek as he brushed a kiss over my lips. Drake had been on a two week tour on the West Coast for the last two weeks, and I had missed him horribly. FaceTime and Skype just didn’t cut it when I was so used to having the real thing holding me close every night.

“I missed you,” he whispered gruffly.

“Missed you more,” I told him, raising my hand to stroke my fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Next time you are coming with me.” I didn’t get to go on tour with him often. School got in the way. Now that I was getting my Masters in Psychology it made touring harder on him because I didn’t have a minute to spare so I could go with him.

“Only if next time isn’t in the near future.” I told him, fighting a yawn. I was exhausted. Sleep was my best friend these days. Normally, I would have been all over my husband after being without him for two whole weeks. And while I was already more than ready for him, I craved sleep even more.

“Emmie said something about a European tour in a few months,” Drake murmured. “I’m not going unless you go with me.”

My eyes snapped open and I pushed up to a sitting position before reaching over to turn on the lamp that sat on the table on my side of the bed. “You can’t go.”

Drake frowned up at me. My tone was forceful and I hadn’t meant it to be, but then again, I hadn’t been expecting to have this conversation at one o’clock in the morning. I had planned how I would talk to him about this, and now Emmie’s tour plans were messing with it.

“Why not?” he asked, his brow cocked in that way that always made my mind blank.

“Because…” I sighed. “I have to tell you something.”

“So tell me.” He reached for my hands and entwined our fingers. The smile he gave me was full of all the love I knew he felt for me, the darkening of his blue-gray eyes attesting to how much he wanted me. “Then come here so I can make love to my wife.”

I bit my lip, not scared of his reaction, but disappointed that I was telling him like this instead of how I had originally planned. “Fate decided it was time.”

His brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to make sense of what I had just said. When it hit home, his whole face lit up. “Really? Oh my God! Angel, that’s amazing.” He pulled me down across his chest, being extra gentle as he kissed me. “I’m so happy,” he whispered against my lips.

Tears spilled from my eyes as I hugged him close. “I just found out yesterday,” I told him. “The doctor said that he thought everything looked great.”

He pulled back, upset by my tears. “Why are you crying, Angel?”

“Because I didn’t think it was going to happen, and now that it has, I’m so happy I can’t contain my emotions.” It felt like we had been trying for an eternity instead of just eighteen months. I knew that other couples had to try even longer to get pregnant, and I had even been prepared for it to never happen for us. But now I was overcome with so many emotions I was in overload. “I’m so happy, Drake.”

“So am I, Angel.” His eyes were glassy with his own suppressed emotions. “I thought the day that you married me was the happiest day of my life, but this…this is perfect.”

“I want to tell Layla.” It had been hard not to tell my sister my news earlier that day when she had called. I hadn’t told anyone about the baby because I wanted Drake to be the first person who shared in my joy.

“Can you wait to call her in the morning?” He was rubbing my back in that way that always told me in was about to ravage me.

All thoughts of calling my sister faded, and I raised my head to meet his kiss. “I love you, Drake.”

His tongue skimmed over my bottom lip. “I love you, Angel.”



Drake

I woke alone in bed.

Frowning, I turned over and glanced at the clock on Lana’s bedside table. It was after two. I had slept half the day away without meaning to. The flight home last night had really taken it out of me. Lana’s news and the lovemaking that had followed drained me of what little energy I still had.