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He looked at me, eyes a little worried, and it broke my heart. He said once he was in my corner. Now it was my turn to be in his.
“What if they tell me I waited too long to do this, and now it doesn’t matter? I’ve had more money than God for a long time. It shouldn’t have taken me so long, Killian.”
“Jameson Lorde, you look at me.”
He pulled his gaze back to mine from where it had fallen to his fingers, and I continued.
“You are the most amazing person I have ever known. And it doesn’t matter that you didn’t do it then. What matters is that you’re doing it now. You’re in a place where you can give these kids as much as possible, and even if you can’t be their dad, you can love them by providing for them. The music program alone is gonna reach so many of them.”
He took a shuddering breath and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “All right, thank you for being here with me.”
“I’ll always be here, Jamie. Always.”
We reached the airport and blew through security. That was one of the perks of being well-known. We had certain security clearances a lot of people weren’t afforded. I wasn’t going to complain. And for the rest of the time we were traveling, Jamie and I distracted each other with playful conversation, gentle touches, and supportive hugs, and I reassured him as often as possible that I loved him.
On our layover, we were met by a crowd of excited fans. People who took pictures with us, asked for autographs and told us how much we’d inspired them. It was moving to see the couples who were equally excited about seeing us. They told us by Lorde and Wilde becoming a duo, they now mutually shared a love of country music and rock. Our sound blending their interests together. But it was the stories we heard that really hit home. Some about their late-in-life discoveries of their own sexuality because of Jameson openly discussing his bisexuality. Others about how they knew they would find their one if they just kept looking.
I’d never thought that would be possible for me. But I’d been dead wrong. While we waited for our connecting flight, I took Jamie into the lounge. We found a quiet corner, and I pulled out my phone, nervous for what I was about to do. But knowing how he felt, how on edge he was, and the self-doubt chasing through his system, I had decided this was the right moment to give him something he could hold on to as a lifeline, for lack of a better word.
“What are you doing? Bored of me already?” he asked, teasing but a little bit hesitant.
I shook my head. A soft smile on my lips.
“I want you to listen to something.”
“Now? Did you write something new? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’ve been working on it for the last few weeks. It was kind of a secret project.”
“A secret? We don’t have secrets.”
“This one had to be, and if you don’t like it, we don’t have to record it. But I really want you to hear it.”
He put his headphones in, and I connected my phone to them. Then, when he was ready, I pressed play. I watched his face for any sign of his reaction, and at first, fear coiled in my belly because he remained stoic, listening intently. But then his expression changed. His brows drew together. His eyes widened. Understanding dawned on him.
He glanced up at me, and I saw tears shimmering in the beautiful depths. He’d figured it out. This was his song. The one I wrote for him and no one else. It was about a man who had lost all hope, who had given up on his dreams, and then was rescued by the most wonderful man, and given a completely new lease on life. It spoke of forever. Of deep and true love and of the absolute gratefulness I felt when we finally came together.
The edges of his nose reddened, and his lower lip trembled as he continued listening. Then he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling my arm toward him until he could press his mouth to my knuckles, and just sat there holding me to him while he listened.
When he finished, he took out his headphones and put them away before gifting me with his eyes.
“Killian, that was us, wasn’t it?”
My throat was so tight, I could barely get the words out. “It was. I started it when you left. Then I picked it back up again and really worked on it these last couple of weeks. I just needed you to understand where I was at and how you saved me. I’m better on paper, in music, than anywhere else.”
The smile on his face made my heart swell. “It’s my favorite song. No one’s ever written me a song. It was always me doing it.”
“I thought that might be the case. You deserve a song. I love you, and I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done. And I’m so thankful we’re on this journey together.”
He let out a watery laugh. “You better stop making me cry.”
“Isn’t it okay if they’re happy tears?”
“Right. I suppose so. When we get back—no—when we get to London, I’m renting a studio, and we’re gonna lay that down.”
“We don’t have an album to release it with.”
He shrugged. “This is the social media age. We don’t need an album to release it. We’ll lay it down, and you’ll have Jackie post it. Everyone needs to hear this. It’s the best thing you’ve ever written.”
