Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,43

go. Do I start singing like everyone wants me to, or do I try chasing after Daniel to find him and make sure he’s okay?

I jump awake, breathing hard, and I can feel sweat beading up on my skin. I look around and see that I’m still in my darkened bedroom, alone in my bed. My eyes land on Journey. She’s propped up against a chair in the corner. What was with that dream? I get out of bed and pick up the guitar, sitting down in a chair in the corner. I position the guitar under my arm and my fingers start plucking at the strings, playing the song that’s now stuck in my head. I play the song in its entirety then lean back, looking around my bedroom. Suddenly, I know why Van was so worried about Daniel.

That dream was just a representation of what’s going on in my life. I can be on my own and have Daniel, or I can have my band and a great shot at fame. Not both. Only one. And the sucky part is that it isn’t even a choice I get to make. The choice was made for me long ago when I set the band in motion. At the time, there wasn’t anything more important than the band. Daniel wasn’t in the picture; he wasn’t even an option. So how was it a fair choice? I guess it wasn’t. Life isn’t fair. It isn’t easy or clean. It’s hard and broken and dirty. The closer I get to Daniel, the more I’m going to hurt him, and the more I’m going to hurt myself. But I’m not strong enough to do it on my own. If fate wants to separate us, it’s going to have to do it itself. He already means too much to me to back out now.

I set down the guitar and go back to bed. I pull my blankets up around me, hugging pillows to my chest and wishing I were hugging him instead. I force my eyes closed and behind my lids, I see him and the way he was smiling and laughing so freely today. The way his hand felt against mine. The soft touches and kisses as we waited in line for our next adventure. Even that was a representation of our lives. We’re just holding on to each other for as long as we can while we wait for this great adventure—my life—which is about to tear us apart.

Ten

Daniel

I know Calvin’s right, but I don’t care. I know I’m going to be more broken in the end than I’ve ever been before, but I don’t care. I know she’s going to move on and do great things, and I’m going to be stuck here living with memories of her, but I don’t care. All I care about is spending as much time with her as I can before all this blows up in our faces. Luna is my great love story. I feel it in my bones and in my heart. I feel it every time she opens her mouth to sing and every time she smiles. I feel it every time we touch—with every beat of my heart and every breath I take.

I move the pillows she slept on yesterday close to my body and breathe in the scent she left on them. It pulls me into a deep sleep where I dream only of her.

I wake up when something small jumps on me. I open my eyes to see a dark-haired little boy looking at me. I let out a small chuckle before grabbing him and wrapping him up in the blanket with me.

Luna walks into the bedroom. “Axl, what did I tell you? Daddy’s worked hard all week. We’re supposed to let him sleep.” She bends down and presses a kiss to my lips.

“It’s okay. I want to spend all day with my two favorite people.”

“Two?” she asks, sticking out her round belly. “Don’t you mean three?” She smiles.

I laugh. “Of course I do. What’s the plan for today?”

She picks our son up off the bed and shoos him out the door before turning back to me. Slowly, she climbs up on the bed and straddles me. It’s only now that I notice her long hair is no longer black and purple. It’s a dark shade of brown with natural highlights. It’s soft and wavy and frames her face perfectly. She isn’t wearing her usual dark eyeliner and black