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I tilt my head at him. “Macbeth.” The quote from Shakespeare is very familiar to me.
He wears that billion-dollar grin again. We won round one of a much larger game tonight. At least that’s what it feels like.
At the end of the day, we’re still in bed with the media. And no one knows this but Connor and me.
People look to Connor to fix their problems, to solve things greater than them, and usually he says no. If there’s no benefit for him, he sees no point to help, to take that risk.
But there was one exception.
I saw it happen. That day. Weeks ago. Connor came into our bedroom and told me that he had to bury an article. He said the only way to do it was to make a deal with the press. Me and him. If we feed a tabloid scandalous photos or a headline every so often, then they’d agree to never print this one defaming editorial.
“Is it about Jane?” I asked, my eyes flaming. I was ready to raise hell at the Celebrity Crush offices, to march to New York and stick a finger in the face of a journalist and shout and scream. I even grabbed my purse off my vanity stool.
Connor stopped me, and I read his gaze well enough.
It wasn’t about our daughter.
The article was about someone else. He explained how Celebrity Crush was going to run a story on Lily and Loren’s son, my sister and my brother-in-law. How the tabloid was going to claim their paternity test a forgery, citing Maximoff’s deep chocolate brown hair as evidence of being Ryke’s son. Ryke, as in Loren’s half-brother.
Lo has light brown hair. His birth mother’s hair color. Not dark brown, the shade that Ryke, their father, and now Moffy all share.
The article is a stretch, a false claim. But one that would rock Lily and Loren’s world. After fighting for so long, they deserved a win.
Their son deserves to never doubt his parentage.
“I have to help Lo,” Connor said, his brows cinching at his own words. He knew. He knew that what he was doing was so out of his character. Because here was a man that always weighs opportunity cost. This, in no way, benefited him. In fact, it cost him.
And for the first time, in probably his entire life, he’s choosing a price with no reward for himself.
“You know when you asked me to do this with you?” I say softly while he drives back to my childhood house.
He nods once.
“I think I fell in love with you all over again,” I admit. This is something I would have chosen. Without a second thought. To protect the people I love. Years ago, Connor would have laughed at those words.
Love. It meant nothing to him.
Now it’s guiding his choices.
[ 2 ]
CONNOR COBALT
“I can already tell that she has bad taste in clothes,” Rose declares, our six-month-old daughter sitting upright between her legs. “I put this Chanel clutch in front of her and an ugly straw hat, and she went after the ugly straw hat.”
I rub a towel through my hair, just coming out of the shower. On our four-poster bed, Jane wears a straw hat that dips below her big blue eyes, a delighted smile pulling her soft cheeks. I can feel mine rise.
I wondered if I would feel weak by a child, like a softhearted, loving fool—emotions that my mother refused to feel with me. But it wasn’t ever the case. I love Jane, and I feel strong enough to move mountains for her, to part waters and dig through stone.
Rose is glaring at me. “I’m glad you find this amusing.”
“I find both of you beautiful.” I splay the damp towel on a chair. “The only amusing part is that you put our daughter through an experiment to test whether or not she likes Chanel.”
“I was curious.” Rose bunches her wet hair on her shoulder. She took a shower before me. We’ve been awake since four this morning.
For one, Jane was wailing and couldn’t sleep. It’s not unusual, even after six months.
For another, we’re both waiting for our late-night activity to surface on the Celebrity Crush website. Rose has her laptop propped open beside her, and she refreshes the page every minute.
I step into my black slacks. “She chose the straw hat because of the tassels.”
Rose examines the hat on Jane’s head, the bright yellow ribbon and the dangling strand of lime-green frill. “But the Chanel clutch has a gold clasp and it’s cuter.”
“That’s partly an opinion, not a fact, darling.”
She shoots me a look and then touches Jane’s toes, who giggles and babbles. Jane tries to raise her head at Rose but the hat falls further over her eyes. While I clip my silver watch on my wrist, I observe Rose’s smile, a smile that she only produces for Jane.
I cling to the rarities in life, the unusual fragments that open windows into a person’s soul. Rose’s genuine, warm smile is a rarity. It’s not a constant. And I wouldn’t want it to be. It’s a powerful blip that punches me hard. If this happened frequently, it wouldn’t have the same effect. It wouldn’t be unique anymore.
A child¸ our child, unlatches things inside of us that we’ve both kept closed. Love, for me. Warmth, for her. I selfishly crave another. I selflessly would ruin my reputation to protect every child of mine.
I call that even.
Rose speaks to Jane in her normal voice. “I knew I didn’t toss away this hat for a reason. You can have it, my little gremlin.” She kisses her cheek, and Jane almost says something like ya-ya.
“What will it take?” I ask, standing at the foot of the bed, enamored with the scene. I don’t elaborate since I’ve asked her this before.
Rose stares off at the comforter while she collects her thoughts. “A couple kinks need to be smoothed down before we think about having more kids.” She always says this. It’s a rehearsed line. And she always calls them kinks instead of what they really are.
I’m not bringing up our sex tapes. I’ll leave that for another time. It’s nearly out of my control—I can barely even admit it to myself.
But the other “kink”—we can smooth. Together. “You’re afraid that we’re denying Jane a choice to be in or out of the media. She’s involuntarily going to be in magazines throughout her adolescence because she’s too young to say yes or no. And in a perfect world, you’d like to wait for her consent to be thrust into this type of spotlight.”
Rose hugs Jane closer to her body. “It’s not just up to us, Connor.” She grits her teeth. “Last week, I was grocery shopping with Daisy and some asshole with a camera approached me and…” Her eyes blaze and her throat bobs as she swallows.
I frown, my stomach roiling at her hanging endnote. “I haven’t heard this story.”
“Because I can barely repeat it without vomiting.”
I sit on the edge of the mattress and place a hand on her bent knee. I don’t want to draw illogical conclusions. If he touched her, Rose would’ve sued. Still, my head pounds like it’s being flooded with water.
She inhales strongly. “He told me that he bought a house a few miles from our neighborhood, and he said—I quote—‘I’m going to be around for every moment of Jane’s life. Probably until she leaves for college.’ I…” She shakes her head. “It’s gross, and I can’t help but think that we’ve taken some sort of freedom from her. If this is the world we’re bringing children into, I’m not sure it’s safe enough to have another.”
What I’m about to say next will piss her off. But I have to say it. “There’s no way to rewind time and go back to the way things were.” Fading into the background, ignoring the media, we’ve all tried it for months. In the end, they just swallowed us more, finding parts of our lives interesting: birthdays, vacations, lunches in Philly, pregnancies, new haircuts, a car wreck. Anything.
“I put us here then?” she says, taking more blame than I thought she would. “The reality show made us more popular, to the point where people now crave parts of our lives.”
“It also helped people see Lily and Lo in a better light. They became loved, Rose. Two people who needed affection more than any of us.” I d
on’t add that the reality show also bolstered my company’s success. That fact is tangled with the notoriety of the sex tapes, both benefiting my diamond business: a branch off of Cobalt Inc.
She fixes Jane’s straw hat, deep in thought, her eyes beginning to flame. “I don’t see a solution. These cameramen are going to follow Jane to and from kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, and she’s going to wonder why strange men are hiding in the bushes, why they’re stalking her and why that’s okay. What do we tell her?” Rose lets out a defeated laugh and lifts the flap of the straw hat. “I’m sorry, Jane, it’s just the way it is.”
Jane clasps her hands together and makes a sound that could be comparable to ma-ma but not quite.
“No,” I suddenly say, sliding further onto the bed in front of Rose, Jane between us. “That’s not the way it’ll be.” The future of my family is at stake, and I’m not the type of man to let it drift into an ocean and see which way it floats.
I want many things. The first of which is to protect my girls. Then I want to have more children. Lastly I want my family to feel safe and loved and complete. I have to give Rose peace of mind while shielding our daughter from the media’s focus.
But we’re already doing that for Moffy, creating gossip and stirring the media, and in exchange, we’re keeping a rumor from surfacing on Celebrity Crush’s headlines. It’s part of an agreement we have with the tabloid, but we can take matters into our own hands too. “What we’re doing now for Moffy, we can do for Jane.”
Rose listens intently.
“Jane becomes interesting when nothing else is happening in our lives. She becomes the focus only when we’re not.”
Rose digests this quickly. “You want to tip them off more, so they’ll be distracted from Jane and focus only on the headlines we create?”
