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My dad chimed in. "That poor girl. She deserves better."
I couldn't take it anymore, and I slid my chair back, the scraping of wood on wood, making both my parents' heads snap in my direction. "Well, thanks for dinner. It's been great, but I'm all full of unwanted opinions and untrue gossip. Let's not do it again soon." I stalked out of the room, tossing my napkin in the trash.
Walking out the front door, I breathed in the blissfully fresh air and realized neither of my parents had even tried to stop me. It was sort of a relief to know I was already such a disappointment to them. It meant that when I finally came clean about True and little P, I knew exactly what to expect.
A goddamn month. It'd been almost a month since I last saw Amara, and I swear I was ready to burn down everything that stood in our way. If I'd have known when I let her go, it would be this long until I saw her again I'd have fought harder for her to stay.
We talked every day throughout the day, but it wasn't the same. The parts of Amara that I loved, her strength and feistiness and drive and determination had dimmed with every passing day. She tried to hide it from me when we talked, but I knew her better than she thought I did. I was done with waiting.
Her three-month baby appointment was this week, and there was no way I'd miss it. She'd been struggling lately emotionally, and so I didn't plan on telling her I was coming. I loved surprising my girl.
Papers slapping down onto the table in front of me snapped me out of my thoughts, and I lifted my eyes to see a smirk cross Zen's face. "What's this?" I picked up the stack of papers and thumbed through them.
"Lyrics forSurfer Girl."
I raised my eyebrow. "You finally finished it?"
He crossed the office we'd been holed up in for weeks to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Yep. I thought that fucking thing would be the end of my songwriting career, but it's done."
He tossed me a bottle, and I twisted off the cap. "That's it then, right? The last song?"
He nodded. "Thank fuck. If I had to try and write on vacation, I was gonna be pissed."
While Amara had been dealing with her work stuff, Zen and I'd been holed up in his studio for the past month writing music for my album. When I flew up north to Amara, he and Kennedy were going to Fiji.
Inside I was jumping up and down like a teenage girl. Fuck, I couldn't believe we'd actually finished. "That's the best news I've had in a while. Thanks again for doing this, man."
He lifted one shoulder and dropped it back down. "Just focusing on writing the music was a fun change of pace." He took another sip of his water. "How's Amara holding up?"
"Not great. I don't think she's getting sick anymore, but she hasn't been sleeping, and I'm anxious about her and the baby. I'd feel a hell of a lot better if she was here with me, and I could take care of her."
"I'd probably lose my shit if Kennedy was pregnant and in a different state. She already makes me feel like a possessive asshole as it is. I can't imagine how I'll be when she's growing my baby inside her."
I blew out a breath and twisted the little hoop in my nose. "You have no idea. But now that we're done here, I'm heading up north, and I'm going to convince her to move. I need her, and I know she needs me, too. I'll be up there until I can convince her, even if it takes me until after the baby's born. I can't take this being apart shit anymore."
"Good for you. Go get your girl and bring her home." He stood up and turned to leave before turning back. "If you love her, she's worth the fight."
"I do, and she is. I'll bring her home no matter what it takes."
He nodded. "Good. Now, I haven't been inside my wife in hours, so I'm sure you can find your own way out."
I wrinkled my nose. "Why the fuck do you insist on oversharing that shit with me? I don't need to know about your sex life."
He laughed. "I love my wife, and it makes me want to share my happiness with my best friends."
Lifting myself out of the chair, I gathered the pile of papers. "I'm good. You can share that shit with Maddox if you insist on dragging someone into it."
He looked thoughtful. "Maybe I should. He's been more of an asshole than normal lately. I think he could use a pick me up." He pulled out his phone and started tapping.
"You do that. I'm going to go get my girl."
He hummed before walking out of the room. Grabbing my keys, I decided to head to the private airstrip. I didn't want to wait any longer to see the love of my life.
* * *
Three hours later,I stood outside Amara's office. It was late, almost six, and based on the text she'd just sent me, she was still working. Working so hard couldn't be good for her or the baby, and I was worried. She needed to take better care of herself.
I shifted the bag of takeout in my hand and opened the glass doors, making my way to the elevators. When I got to her floor, I stepped out and spotted her right away. The glass walls didn't hide much.
