Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,103

a kiss, she continued to look through the clippings. “I told you—we looked amazing.” She held up a photo of that moment when he’d made her laugh by commenting on her breasts. The photographer had caught them in the instant before they faced the cameras. Instead, they were looking at one another, their smiles deep and their eyes full of light.

“I want this photo,” she said to Abe. “Do you think Thea could get me a copy?”

“She can probably twist someone’s arm.” Abe took the clipping from her. “Yeah, this is a good one.” His eyes went from the photo to her. “You’re so damn beautiful, Sarah.”

Her heart kicked. This man, he— “Oof.”

Abe’s eyes lit up. “Peanut’s kicking again?”

“Your peanut has taken up break dancing I think.” Their baby’s movements had become increasingly more vigorous over the past month. Sarah loved it, loved knowing their child was happy and healthy and growing inside her.

And as always when the baby moved, Abe came around to place his hand on her belly, see if he could catch a kick. When he did…

No fear of the past could compete with the raw joy in her heart. “Not that long to go now.”

“I can’t wait.”

THEA CALLED THEM TWO HOURS after they returned home. “A sweet photo of you two is doing the social media rounds as of an hour ago,” was her opening statement. “It’s of Abe kneeling by your chair, Sarah, his hand on the bump.”

“Tabloids?”

“No, original tracks back to a personal account. Looks like a fan caught you two being adorable together and snuck a pic to squee over. It went viral pretty quick.”

Sarah’s phone buzzed right then, Thea having called on Abe’s. When she swiped the message, she saw that Thea had forwarded her the photo. One look at it and her heart, it melted right into the soles of her feet. “It must’ve been that young couple sitting by the door that took it.”

“Angle’s right,” Abe said, his eyes on her, his face unsmiling. “You okay with this?”

“I knew it was coming—the bump’s hard to disguise these days.” Sarah stroked his arm. “Do you think this’ll escalate, Thea?”

“I don’t think so.” The publicist sounded like she was moving as she talked. “Give the photographers a few more chances to take shots, then you should be home free until the birth except for the odd paparazzo hoping to get a scoop of some kind. At which point it’ll become an arms race to see who can get the first shot of mini-Abra.”

Scowling, Abe said, “No one’s taking photos of the peanut.”

Sarah nodded firmly.

“Leave it to me,” Thea said, tone steely. “Shark, remember?”

Fully trusting Thea to take care of that situation when it arose, Sarah turned to Abe after they ended the call. “Are you mad?”

“About the photo?” He shook his head. “You’re right. It was going to get out, and this way at least it was a fan excited about the news rather than someone out to make a buck.”

And she realized he really didn’t care that the photo had exposed his heart to the world. Because while his hand had been on the bump, he’d been looking into Sarah’s eyes in that shot. No one could miss the tenderness in his expression, the potent love that underlay it.

Marry me again.

Sarah parted her lips, closed them before speaking the words that wanted to escape, fear having taken a clawed grip around her heart. Too happy, she was too happy. And it had only been just over six months. Half a year.

It could still all go horribly wrong.

Her baby could die.

Abe could fall back into addiction.

Life could shatter.

CHAPTER 35

TWO WEEKS AFTER THE SUDDEN STAB of panic that had terrified her and nothing had gone wrong—though Sarah couldn’t quite forget the fear, the scars life had left on her psyche far too deep. She kept reminding herself that their baby was perfectly healthy with a strong heartbeat, while Abe and Sarah, they were an interwoven unit. He pretended to snore when she went to do her business paperwork, but more often than not, he’d play his keyboard to keep her company.

That keyboard now had a permanent spot in her house, but they also went over to the music room at his place several times a week so he could play the piano or jam with the guys. Sarah usually spent the time catching up on her own work, and if Lola or one of the other women was free, they’d meet for lunch