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The pain spreads upwards and crushes my chest. “Right.”
Jem narrows his eyes at me. “You could be fucking happy for me.”
“I am. If you are. It’s just”—I wave a hand towards the door—“you guys split. I saw the mess you were in. That was only a few months ago and now you’re having a baby together? Isn’t this too soon?”
“Wasn’t exactly planned, but, y’know sometimes these things happen for a reason.”
Like Sky’s pregnancy. Like losing our baby. I can’t look Jem in the eyes in case he can read me again now he’s sober and see the shattered emotion. Most of all, I couldn’t stand to see the excitement I held a few months ago reflected in his eyes.
These things happen for a reason. I blink. The wordcongratulationswould choke me, and if I stay here, we’ll fight. “I guess they do. Sorry, have to go. Meeting Sky.”
I stumble into the hallway, the old wound pulled open by Jem’s news. My reaction to him was shit, but the shock rippled through and pulled apart the healing wound in my heart. Our baby was due in July.
This isn’t fucking fair.
* * *
Sky’sin the hotel suite, sitting on the huge bed with her laptop open. She looks up, eyes shining as she sees me. Her unruly hair is piled on her head, and she’s dressed in her slouchy blue pants and my grey Henley she likes to borrow. My heart aches further. I need her in my arms, and selfishly want Sky to take away my pain that’s heading her way too.
“You’re early. I thought you were having a drink with the guys first.”
“I did.” I sit on the bed next to her and close the laptop lid.
“Quick even for you.” She leans over and places her lips on mine before pulling her head back when I don’t respond. “What’s wrong, Dylan?”
“Nothing.”
She arches a brow. “Liar.”
If Sky touches me or attempts to hold me, the levy will break. I’m stupid. I shouldn’t react like this. The miscarriage was over two months ago. But however much I repeat this in my head, my grief lingers.
Sky will hear the news soon, and this needs to come from me, but I can’t talk about this yet.
I cup her cheek in my hand. “I’ll take a shower, and then we can leave. You ready to head out?”
Sky gestures at her clothes. “Sure, I’ll go like this. I can pretend it’s a new designer look?”
“Funny. Get changed. I want to go out as soon as I’m ready.”
She straightens at my gruff tone. “Uh? What the hell is wrong with you? A few days on the road with Blue Phoenix and you’re back to your rock god attitude?”
She’s teasing, but my head hurts too much for this. I rub my temples to prevent a snappy retort. “Please. We should leave soon.”
I close the door to the ensuite softly even though I itch to slam the hell out of it.
Get a grip, Dylan.
