I lift my head and stare down at her. “I’m fine. I’m better than fine. I’m amazing. You okay? I was rough with you.”
I let go of her hands. Resting down on my elbow, supporting my weight, I smooth her hair off her face.
“You’re always rough with me.” She smiles. “And I love it.”
“I love that you love it.” I grin before brushing my lips over hers.
“I don’t want to move,” she says.
“Why would we move?” I tip my head back, looking in her eyes. “The kids are at your parents. I see no reason to move.”
“We need to clean up.”
I shake my head at her.
“No?” she says.
“No,” I echo.
My cock is still inside her and semi-hard. I pull out a little and then push back inside.
She lets out a gasp, lust glazing her eyes. “You not done?” she breathes.
Leaning close, I nip her lower lip with my teeth. “I haven’t even fucking started.”
I took the DNA test a few days ago. A swab in my mouth—that was all it was.
The results are due back today.
Bob, Jonny’s dad, did his DNA test the same day I did. He’s Jonny’s only living relative. Jonny’s mom, Lyn, died two years ago. She had a stroke and never recovered.
I briefly spoke to Bob the other day. There wasn’t a lot we could say. I know he wants Storm to be Jonny’s. Fuck, so do I.
But there is the chance he could be mine.
And not to sound derogatory against Tiffany, but there’s also the chance that Storm is neither Jonny’s or mine.
Both Tru and I are at home today. There was no way I could go into the label today. And Tru didn’t want to go to work. She wanted to be here when the call came in.
JJ and Billy are at school. Belle is spending the day with Tru’s mom and dad.
Tru and I are shielding the kids from this. We haven’t told them anything, but they know something’s going on. They’re smart kids.
Stuart has kept it out of the press so far. The bare minimum of people knows. Besides Stuart and Jerry—my lawyer—Bob and his lawyer, Eva and Billy, and Simone know, but Denny doesn’t know. Tru swore Simone to secrecy.
I don’t want Denny or Tom to know yet—not until I know either way.
I don’t want them getting their hopes up that Storm might be Jonny’s son because I know they would.
I know because it’s what I would want—do want.
I’m sitting at the breakfast bar, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, pretending to read some papers that Stuart sent over yesterday for a new band we’re signing. The TV is on low in the background, filling the silence.
Tru is cleaning. She’s been at it since first thing this morning. There’s no need for her to clean because we have a cleaner, but I know she’s doing it to keep busy. So far, she’s emptied the cupboards out and cleaned them. Then, she cleaned the fridge. Now, she’s wiping down surfaces and cupboard doors.
I think she’s running out of things to clean.
I’m just hoping this fucking call comes in soon.
I get up from my stool and take my coffee to the sink. After pouring it out, I rinse the cup and put it in the dishwasher.
Then, I walk over to Tru. I turn her around, pull her close, and wrap my arms around her. She sinks into my body, her arms coming around my waist.
I press my lips to the top of her head. “It’s going to be okay,” I say softly.
She releases a breath against my chest and gently nods her head.
My cell starts to ring on the breakfast bar. Tru’s body tenses in my arms. She lifts her head and stares up at me.
This is it.
I can see the fear in her eyes, and it elevates my own.
I’m sure that Storm isn’t mine. But Tru’s worries make my own heighten.
I kiss her forehead. Then, I walk over to the breakfast bar and pick up my cell, glancing at the screen.
“It’s my lawyer,” I tell Tru.
My heart sets off beating like a motherfucker, and my hand trembles. I can feel myself starting to waver.
I turn to her. “Tru…”
She meets my stare, hers steely with determination and looking a hell of a lot stronger than they did a moment ago.
But that’s Tru. When I can’t be strong, she is for the both of us.
“We’ll be fine, Jake,” she tells me. “Just answer the call.”
My chest lifts on a breath.
Taking a step back, I let my ass hit a breakfast stool as I connect the call, putting my cell to my ear. “Jerry.”
Tru comes and sits on the stool beside mine. I turn in my seat to face her, and I take her hand in mine.
“Jake, hi. Look, I won’t beat around the bush, as I know how important this is to you and Tru. Storm…he isn’t yours.”
I blow out an audible breath, all tension dropping from my body. “I knew it.”
From my response, Tru knows the result. I see the relief spread from her eyes to across her face.
I bring her hand to my mouth, and I kiss it.
The next thought in my mind is, Is he Jonny’s?
I know Jerry won’t know the answer to that question, so I don’t bother asking.
“Thanks, Jerry. I appreciate you calling.”
I hang up my cell, dropping it back on the counter.
A second later, Tru has her arms around me, her face buried in my neck. I can feel her relief rolling off of her in waves. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
“He’s not mine,” I say the words out loud. It’s like I’m taking my first breath in days.
She squeezes me tighter. I hold her harder.