RoomHate (35 page)
“You were so amazing. That song—”
“You liked it?”
“I loved it.” Examining his face, I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Jade was here. She saw the show, heard the song. Steve gave her a pass, and she caught me in here, confronted me about us.” It pleased me that he felt the need to be honest with me.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yeah. We were outside the door. I heard a little of the conversation, but then I left to give you some privacy.”
“Wow.”
“You don’t need to explain anything. It is what it is. And I understand what she’s going through. I know what it’s like to love you and lose you. I’m just so thankful that I have you now.” I hesitated. There was so much I needed to tell him. Proud could not describe how seeing him perform tonight had made me feel. “Now that I’ve seen you on the big stage, it solidified more than ever how much you were meant to do this with your life. Not only are you so extremely talented, but people are naturally drawn to you. I don’t ever want you to give up on this because you feel guilty. You’ll never have to choose. We’ll always be here for you.”
He lifted Bea up and planted another kiss on my lips. “You’re amazing for saying that, because I know how hard my being away has been. I used to think it was the fame that I wanted, but this experience has taught me that—for me—it’s about the music. I don’t think I really want the rest of it long-term. I would never trade this experience, and if an opportunity falls at my feet, I’ll consider it. But being away from my family week after week is not okay. It’s not what I want.” He paused then cupped my face in his hands. “There is no music without you. Music is an expression of all of those things you live for…a reflection of the passion within your soul. I live for you. You’re my passion. You’re my music…you and Bea.”
“I love you so much.”
He grabbed his jacket. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What? No wild after party? What kind of rockstar are you?”
“What do you mean? I’m wild.” He winked. “I’m taking two girls back to my hotel room.”
JUSTIN
Never in a million fucking years did I expect my life to turn out like this.
I swear, if you would have asked my pussy-whipped fifteen-year-old self where he wanted to be in a decade, he would have probably said, “On an island somewhere with Patch.”
I guess some things never change, because that would be my exact answer today. While it would have seemed like an unattainable dream then, it was my reality now.
Watching Amelia playing with Bea down at the shoreline, I thought about the evolution of the roles she’d played in my life.
The mysterious girl with the eye patch.
The best friend.
The teenage fantasy.
The girl who stole my heart then broke it and took it with her when she ran away.
The estranged friend.
The forbidden roommate.
The girlfriend.
The mother of my babies.
She’d never been sexier than now—with my baby inside of her. At four months along, Amelia was just starting to show, mostly in her tits and ass, which was just fine by me.
I had asked her to marry me a year ago on July twenty-sixth, a few months after I got home from the tour. I was going to wait but decided that I had to propose on that day and that we’d get married exactly a year later. That date meant everything because 0726 were the final numbers on my barcode tattoo and were supposed to represent the day she left me a decade earlier. I was determined to redefine the meaning of those numbers. Now, that date—today—would always be the day she became my wife.
We didn’t want a fancy wedding, just a private ceremony with the three of us at the beach. We were hanging out by the water in the morning, and then we’d have a wedding on the beach at sunset followed by a clam bake of Amelia’s favorite—dirty snatch crabs—and lobster.
It turned out Roger next door got himself ordained to perform a ceremony for a friend of his some years back, so we were going to let him marry us. Ironically, Roger Podger had become a pretty good friend of mine, even though I continued to bust his balls regularly.
A flock of seagulls dispersed as Bea came running toward me. Her dress was soaked as she handed me a seashell. “Daddy! Blue!”
“What do you have for me, Beatrice Banks?”
Amelia brushed sand off of her skirt and explained, “We’re trying to find something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue for the ceremony later. We found this blue shell.”
“That’s perfect, Bumblebee,” I said, handing it back to her as she beamed.
“We have to figure out the rest,” Amelia said as she took something out of her pocket and handed it to Bea. “We have something new, but technically it’s for you, not me. Bea, give it to Daddy.”
My daughter handed me a tiny box. It had a guitar pick inside with the inscription,
Thank you for picking me.
Squeezing her, I whispered in her ear, “Thank you for picking
me
, sweetie. I love this so much.”
After the wedding, I’d be formally adopting Bea. She was two years old now and more attached to me than ever. Thankfully, that asswipe, Adam, relinquished his parental rights without a fight.
Life was good. I was still working the software job and playing a few nights a week at Sandy’s. I’d been offered another opportunity to tour with a different lesser-known artist, but turned it down. As exciting as it was being a travelling musician, the downsides outweighed the benefits. I didn’t want to miss any precious moments with my family. I used to think music was my life; I was wrong. My girls are my life.
“Okay, we have something new and something blue. Now, we just need something borrowed and something old,” I said.
Amelia wrapped her arm around my neck. “I was thinking of looking through some of Nana’s old things in the safe. I haven’t gone through it since we moved in. I’m sure we could find something old in there.”
I got up from my spot on the sand. “Let’s do it.”
The three of us walked back to the house. Amelia’s simple white strapless dress was hanging off the mantle in the living room. It made me giddy just looking at it, knowing that tonight, she would officially become Amelia Banks. Although, the piece of paper didn’t matter. She’d been mine for as long as I could remember. I stared at her for a bit as she fumbled with the safe. Knowing she was pregnant with my baby did things to me. Admiring the voluptuous shape of her changing body and knowing that I was responsible for it, ignited something primal in me. My sexual appetite was off the charts, but thankfully so was hers. I couldn’t wait until our wedding night tonight. Bea would be staying for the first time overnight with Susan and Roger. I planned to take full advantage of the empty house—and full advantage of Amelia.
The safe was located behind a picture in the wall of the kitchen. She finally managed to get it unlocked. I walked over to join her, and we examined the contents.
Inside was some paperwork, a few items of jewelry, and several photos.
I took an antique-looking rhinestone barrette and clipped it into Amelia’s hair, tucking some strands behind her ear. “Beautiful. There’s your something borrowed.” For a moment, I could see the little girls I’d fallen in love with reflected in her face—both Bea and little Patch.
Amelia began to sift through the photos, some of which contained images of her mother and grandfather. Her hand stilled at one point before she lifted a Polaroid. Nana used to love to take pictures with old-fashioned cameras even in the digital age.
This particular photo was of Amelia and me at probably ten and eleven years old. We were sitting on Nana’s steps, and the photo was snapped from behind. I was holding my first guitar, and Amelia was leaning her head on my shoulder. Nana had written on the bottom in blue pen:
The way it was meant to be.
I took the snapshot from her to examine it more closely. “Wow.”
“This is proof, Justin. She gave us this house because she knew it would bring us back together. She knew we would find this photo and hoped it would remind us of how foolish our estrangement had been. She probably didn’t have faith that we would find our way back to each other on our own. She wanted to send us a message.” She gazed at it. “Look at this. How precious. Think of all those years we wasted.”
“It happened the way it was supposed to,” I said.
“You think so?”
“Yes. Think about it. Without all of that pent-up frustration, we wouldn’t have had as much angry sex.” I smiled. “We might not have been able to create that little girl in your belly.”
We’d found out the other day that our baby was a girl. We planned to name her Melody. I continued, “I know this is strange for me to say, seeing as though I don’t want to think about you and that asswipe, Adam, but if we hadn’t separated, Bea wouldn’t be here. So, no…I would never go back and change anything. Never.”
I looked at the inscription on the photo again.
The way it was meant to be.
I took a pencil from the counter and added a small letter A to the end of the sentence.
The way it was meant to Bea.
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First and foremost, thank you to my husband for your love and patience throughout this writing journey.
To my parents: For inspiring me to follow my dreams from a very young age.
To Allison: For manifesting all of this and to my besties, Angela, Tarah and Sonia for your friendship.
To Vi: I cringe at the thought of never having found you. Who would I talk to? How would I do this alone? Thanks for everything…all day long! Your hitting number one in the kindle store was the highlight of my year!
To Julie: Thank you always reminding me with your example that talent and integrity can go hand and hand.
To my editor, Kim: Thank you for ensuring that my work is clean and ready for the world.
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Penelope Ward is a
New York Times, USA Today
and
Wall Street Journal
bestselling author.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor before switching to a more family-friendly career.
