Page 206 of Fame & Rhythm

“I wonder if he does that potato stack thing in real life,” I say, scanning the menu.

Aston laughs. “You’re one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and you’re fangirling over a chef?”

“Absolutely.”

“I love that you’re still normal.”

“Babe, I only have one celebrity crush,” I say sweetly. “And he’s sitting right in front of me.”

He raises a brow. “Oh yeah? I don’t see anyone else at this table.”

“Ha. Very funny.”

“You might need to book in with Dr. Ludwick again if you’re seeing imaginary people.”

I toss my napkin at him. “You’re such a dork.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.”

He reaches across the table, taking my hand. “I love you too.”

“Aston? Annie?” The voice comes from behind me.

Aston’s expression shifts instantly, confusion, then shock, then something else I can’t quite place.

I turn.

And my stomach drops.

Amber.

For fuck’s sake, of course, it’s her.

I don’t even get a chance to react properly before she steps closer, and then I see it.

Her stomach.

Round.

Full.

Fucking obvious.

My breath catches as my gaze flicks back to Aston.

He looks… horrified.

“Aston, how are you?” she asks casually, resting her hand on his shoulder.

He doesn’t even seem to notice.

“You’re… pregnant?” he says.

She laughs lightly. “Bit hard to miss, isn’t it?”

My heart starts to pound.