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“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.”
 

“Then why do you look so sad?”
 

“Scared.”
 

I lift my head to look at him. He puts the iPad down and his blue eyes meet mine. “About what, cowboy?”
 

He doesn’t say anything to me. The hand that was holding his iPad moves between us and his fingers rub along my stomach. I want to cry. Not sure if it’s a happy or sad thing. “One minute, I want it to be, the next I start thinking about my mom and the way that she is, what happened with my dad, Dan. It scares me because of what happened in Dallas, Kansas City, how to protect you, how to…god, there’s just so much.”
 

“I wish I could take your worries away, and maybe I can, we just don’t know yet. Until we know one way or the other, all the worry is for nothing. I’m scared too, but in truth, I’m more scared about you and Talon, and how you’re both going to handle this.”
 

He brings his arms around me, rolling onto his side. I bury my head in his chest and he holds me, rubbing my back. “God, baby girl, I didn’t…god, I’m being selfish right now, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop, you’re not being selfish. I guess for me, I can’t freak out until I know for sure, which means my period shows up or a doctor tells me. A test, sure, that will help put me in the right mind frame, but with my issues, I am so worried about everything but what will happen in nine months.” I tell him into his chest.
 

“I guess I just don’t understand what your issues are, which was what I was actually reading when you came in. I changed it because I didn’t know how you’d handle it,” he whispers.
 

“Show me what you were looking at,” I tell him. “I’d like to help you understand.”
 

We spend the next twenty minutes or so looking at the website he’s on. He raises questions and I answer them as best as I can. I think by the time we’re done he understands because he asks me if it hurts me and I explain to him that I get occasional sharp pains, but they don’t last and that the primary issue is my hormone levels and it’s the reason for the birth control.
 

After that we snuggle into each other and I fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
 

Sometime later, I don’t know when, Talon comes crawling into bed. His waking me sends me to the bathroom. When I crawl back into bed I realize it’s after one in the morning.
 

Talon’s arms are waiting for me and I snuggle into him. Kyle quickly snuggles behind me. “Did you guys have fun?” I ask as I get comfortable.
 

“We had a great time. We finished out a couple of songs and started in on a couple more.”
 

“That’s awesome,” I tell him.
 

“Thanks, angel,” he says and before long I fall right back to sleep.
 

“Addie?”
 

“Hmm…”
 

“Are you coming with us to the station?” It’s Kyle.
 

“What?”
 

“The radio station, are you coming?” I groan. He chuckles. “Stay in bed, panda girl. It’s okay.”
 

“No, I have to, I need to work.”
 

“No, baby girl, you don’t. We got this, I promise. We do it all the time.”

“Alright,” I groan.
 

“Sleep, baby girl.” He kisses my forehead and before he even leaves the room, I’m right back to sleep.

Chicago’s concert goes perfectly. The crowd was unbelievable. The band went out after the show. I practically had to push Talon off of the bus. He wanted me to come with, but I told him that he needed to spend some time with his band, which is something he hasn’t done enough of.
 

By Thursday morning we’re on the road to Cincinnati and a hotel for a couple of days. The owner of the venue we’re playing added another show, Sunday night, and provided us with hotel rooms. Which is great because I don’t want to be on the bus on Friday.
 

Fatigue seems to be a growing issue with me lately and I’m starting to mentally convince myself that I’m pregnant. Too many signs are starting to fit together.
 

I tried to talk to Peacock again and he said he wasn’t ready.
 

Sam finally called me Thursday. We talked for a few minutes, but I could tell she was itching to ask me about Dex and I let her go. I accepted her apology for the issue back in Phoenix but I don’t think she fully understands what she did wrong. She also told me that she wasn’t going to be moving in with me. That, apparently, she and bitch-face had a heart to heart and they’re better. She’s actually been staying at her apartment more and mine less, which is great because I don’t want to have to throw her out. I wonder idly if she really did work things out with her roommate or if she understands the gravity of what happened, and knows that I would still push her to stay with me if things are really bad there.
 

Talon spends a lot more time with Mouse and the guys. They’re putting themselves knee deep into writing for the new album, leaving a spot for ‘To Be Free’. I’m proud of him for stepping into his band role and out of our bed, though the bedroom activities haven’t faltered in the slightest.
 

Talon being with the band is giving Kyle and I a lot of time together just the two of us. During our time together I realize that we’re able to talk about anything, though we haven’t had any more baby talk since Tuesday night. But I can tell there is something going on with him and I don’t know if it has to do with tomorrow morning or if it’s something else.
 

We spend our days and evenings doing our thing, but when the sun goes down, I’m all theirs. Despite my growing fatigue, I can’t resist these two no matter how hard I try.

When we arrive at the hotel in Cincinnati, I’m wired for some strange reason. Once again they haul off all of my clothes and once we’re upstairs I start going through them. Picking what I want to keep. My garment bag has doubled in thickness with the outfits from the guys in Minnesota and because they’re great show outfits, I decide to keep them with me. We’ll also be spending quite a bit of time in Philly next week, then a night in Boston and finally on to New York for two weeks.
 

The PR work for the band has been minimal. They’re keeping their noses clean and the headlines regarding me are dying down. Cami continues working with Bryan Hayes’ people on the duet and more than a few artists have come out of the woodwork seeking my voice. Which is awesome. Cami has kept her promise about not asking me about what I want to do until after the tour, which I still don’t know. Everything seems so uncertain right now.
 

By the time dinner arrives in the suite, I’ve gone through my clothes, packed up three boxes to ship back to LA, and reorganized everything. Despite sending back three boxes, I’m still using all of my suitcases, but one of the suitcases has clothes specifically for New York and can go under the bus.
 

Talon, Kyle and I sit down around the table in our suite to eat. The table is loaded with comfort food. Talon has spaghetti and meatballs. Kyle has peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, like four of them, plus a massive bowl of french fries to be eaten by all and I have good ol’ macaroni and cheese.
 

“Did you finish with your clothes?” Kyle asks as we start eating.
 

“I did. I have three boxes to send back to LA. One suitcase, my old one, has stuff for New York in it, so it can go under the bus, and then I’ve put everything else in my new suitcases and the garment bag, along with my purse and messenger bag.”
 

We go back to eating in a comfortable silence that quickly grows uncomfortable. “What’s on your mind, guys?” I ask them about halfway through the meal.
 

Neither one of them says anything; they just keep eating for a couple more bites. “Oh come on, out with it. You’re making me crazy.”
 

They both laugh nervously. Then Talon looks at me and asks, “We were wondering if you’d want to take the test tonight?”
 

“It says that first morning pee is best.”

“So you could take one tonight and get a different result tomorrow?” Kyle asks.
 

I shrug. “I don’t know, just going by what the box says. We have like, eight of them, so yeah, I guess I could, but why the rush?”
 

“I have to leave at five tomorrow morning for the radio spot. I don’t know for sure when we will be back. I don’t want you to take it alone, if Kyle comes with us, and I don’t want you to have to wait until we get back. And neither one of us wants you to take it and then we have to run off to the radio station.”
 

“But even if it comes back negative tonight, I’ll still be taking one in the morning to be sure. Well, either way I’ll take one again, so I don’t see why not.” I shrug and take another bite of my mac ’n cheese. Deep down, I know what it’s going to say and my not wanting to take one is rather selfish. I’m afraid that if I take it and it’s positive, it’s either going to go really well, or it is going to go badly and I’ll end up sleeping alone. At least in the morning, they’d have all day to get used to the idea.
 

“Did we have plans tonight?” I ask as we’re finishing eating. We’ve all eaten nearly everything, though I feel like I’m in a carb coma between the pasta and the french fries, but I don’t really care.
 

“No, we just wanted to spend the night with you,” Kyle says with a small smile. “Which is why the comfort food. We figured it would be a great pajama and movie night.”
 

“I think that’s a great idea. But I’d really like to take a bath.”
 

They both perk up a little at that suggestion. The master bedroom has a nearly full size Jacuzzi style tub in it. More than big enough for the three of us to fit. I push back from the table and stand up. “Where you going, panda girl?”
 

I give him a small smile. “I have to pee. I’m going to start the tub, and then I’ll take the test and climb into the tub. I will leave it on the counter until you guys come in and join me. I will cover it up, so it will be your choice to look or not look before getting in the tub, sound fair?”
 

They both nod, hesitantly. I put a hand on each of their cheeks. “Look at me, both of you.” They both look up at me and I can tell that they’re nervous. Not so much as they were on Tuesday, but it’s still there. “The result changes nothing between us,” I whisper. “Promise me? No matter what, it changes nothing.”

Talon and Kyle both turn their heads to kiss my palms. “I promise.” Talon is the first to answer. I give him a small smile.

 
“I promise,” Kyle breathes.
 

“Come in when you’re ready,” I say and leave them there. I go into the master bedroom, stripping off my t-shirt and jeans as I go. Finally shedding my socks and stepping into the large bathroom. I go straight for the tub. Turning it on, I test the water and let it start to fill up. There are two faucets pouring into it, so it won’t take long to fill up. It has jets and warmers and all that kind of stuff but I leave that alone for now.
 

I go for the bag with all the other tests that Tori bought and pull out another digital one. Which is what most of them are. I open it and sit down. My heart is pounding and I have stage fright momentarily. Fear, excitement, nerves, anxiety, all of it running through my veins as I’m finally able to go. When I’m done, I put the cap back on, set it on the counter, and take one of the washcloths off of the shelf. I throw it over as the hourglass continues to blink. I grab another washcloth, along with my body wash and walk toward the tub. I slink down into it. Soaking up the warmth, letting it engulf me, comfort me. I shiver with chills as I sit there looking at the counter like a big neon sign is going to pop up in front of me when the test is done. But of course, nothing happens.

Not until ten minutes later when both Talon and Kyle walk into the bathroom, naked. I watch as Talon reaches for the test under the washcloth, but he picks up both, keeping the test covered. Looking at me, his eyes are haunted when he tells me, “We look together. We’re in this together.” As he and Kyle step into the tub, Talon sets the test down in the corner.

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