by Cari Quinn
Donovan Lewis came through again.
Just how much was jet fuel? Did she have to give him her second-born kid to cover the fact that they’d done this a second time?
Where was her kid? “Did my dad make it to the plane?”
“Dad and kid already on the plane. Even found a few stragglers with your dad.”
“Nick?” Chloe threw herself into Nick’s arms. “What are you doing here?”
He patted her back. “Li and I wanted to be at the nuptials this time.”
Chloe slid into her seat. “I just hope there’s a wedding to see.”
“My magic 8 ball says ‘you may rely on it.’”
Chloe blew out a breath. “I hope so.”
“No histrionics. I can see the tears from here. Put ‘em back in the box.”
Chloe laughed. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Well, my godson is getting a new stepdad. For real this time. So you know,” he shrugged, “I’m going to be there.”
She hid a smile behind her hand. Nick was a big softie. He just didn’t want anyone to know it. And she was okay with that. The support meant everything to her. So many people had come out to help her make this happen, now she just had to trust that Michael would come for her—come for them. Since she and Axl were a package deal.
The ride was eternal. Traffic was a nightmare. When they finally arrived at the airport, she was the first one out of the limo. She ran up the steps to the jet, breathless when she got inside.
“What’s up, whore?”
Her heart stopped. “Jinx?”
“Damn right. What’s this you’re getting married? Got married already? Why do I not know these things?” The blond Amazon enveloped her in a tight hug. “I’m sorry you dealt with all this stuff alone. Dr. Nerdgasm kept sweeping me off my feet.”
“That’s okay.” Chloe laughed. “I wasn’t sure if he was actually real. Do I get to meet him?”
“Yes. I’ve got one helluva story to tell you. But I’ll hold it until we get home. I require all the details.”
“Me too.” Ivy waved from her seat. She rushed to Chloe and the three women hugged. “How the hell did you get married?”
“It’s a long story. I missed you guys so much.”
Ivy sighed. “Sounds like Vegas was quite the trip for all of us.”
“You got that right. I supposed you’re not going to give me the details on your covert action either?”
Ivy grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Mama!”
Chloe turned toward her son’s voice and caught him mid-flight.
“Chopter,” he said with a gleeful shout.
She hugged him close. “Where’s Pop Pop?”
“We flied the chopter.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “Chopter.”
She collapsed into a chair with him. “That sounds super exciting.”
There was so much talking that the hour flight to Vegas went by in a blink. She tried to get the details of the mysterious Vegas trip out of her two best friends, but they were determined to hear her story first.
There were far too many people on the plane with them to get the full story out, but she caught up her girls as best she could. By the time they got to the chapel, the entire band and her family had a plan for what she should do.
All she wanted was to see Michael at the end of that aisle waiting for her.
It was positively unreasonable to believe that Michael would make it by one o’clock in the morning. All their rushing only resulted in her being at least two hours early for her own wedding. Axl fell asleep in one of the wingback chairs and she was threatened at least four times to stop pacing.
Supposedly, she was making people nervous.
Shocking revelation. Guess what? She was nervous. She pulled her phone out again. Twelve-fifty-nine.
Disappointment coursed through her bloodstream as the dial flipped over to one in the morning. Her cell rang in her hand.
She was afraid to answer it. There was no way she could get a Dear Jane phone call while she was wearing her wedding dress. Just no way.
It stopped, then started ringing again immediately.
“Big girl panties,” she muttered. “Hello?”
“Red?” He sounded like he was in a wind tunnel.
Her eyes blurred. “Michael?”
“Out—” The connection cut in and out. “Outside.”
She plugged her other ear to hear him. “Outside?”
“Axl—come outside.”
Right now, she wasn’t going to question anything. She went over to Axl and scooped him up.
He rubbed his eye with his fist. “Mama?”
“We’re going outside.”
He gave a great sigh and collapsed against her shoulder. She moved down the aisle and rushed out the front door. The whomp-whomp of helicopter blades made her heart race. “Michael?”
“It’s me. I’m coming, Red. Don’t you leave. I’m coming.”
She pointed up at the helicopter. “Look, Axl. It’s Michael.” She hugged Axl closer.
“Chopter.”
She gave a watery laugh. “Yeah, chopter.” This time, she didn’t even care if she said the wrong thing. It was so very much a chopter.
She rushed back inside. “He’s here.” She dashed away tears. “I’m pretty sure he just landed on the roof of Mandalay Bay.”
Chaos erupted as plans were finalized and the license had to be verified. Of course they couldn’t do that until Michael arrived with the license in his wallet.
When a door slammed in the distance, her heart stalled. Everyone stood up as feet thundered down the hallway. Malachi came through the door first. All shoulders, bald head, and growly disposition. Heading up the back was Michael.
He wore a black blazer over a white shirt and jeans. And he was the single most beautiful man in the room.
She stalled in the aisle, her heart galloping. “Way to make an impression, pal.”
“Go big, or go home.”
She rushed down the aisle and into his arms. She dragged him down to her mouth. “I was so afraid you weren’t going to come.”
“If you didn’t do something,” he said between kisses, “I would have.” He set her on her feet. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“You clean up pretty nice yourself.”
“You ready to do this thing?”
She nodded. “So ready.”
There might have been wedding music, she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t hear anything over the happiness buzzing through her bloodstream. She got to Elvis with his swirl of black hair and oversized sunglasses and laughed so hard she had tears.
Axl came careening down the aisle in his drunken toddler walk and clasped his arms around Michael’s legs.
Michael squatted down to his height. “So, you think it’s okay to marry your mom? I love her very much. Just as much as I love you.”
“Chopter!”
Chloe choked back tears. No crying, dammit.
Michael laughed. “I’m going with it.” He stood, holding Axl close to his side. “After you, Elvis.”
Chloe said her vows.
Michael said his.
She held out her hand. It was rock steady. This was exactly what she wanted. And finally, he slipped her sapphire and diamond ring on her finger where it belonged.
“No chance I’ll forget this time, Mrs. Shawcross.” He grinned. “Now let’s go have us a honeymoon.” He glanced down at Axl and his expression softened. “Or at least rent a honeymoon suite.”
Epilogue
September
This definitely ranked as one of the most interesting shows Michael had ever performed.
Rather than a front row of fans rocking out, this first row was full of kids and their parents. The second and third rows too. The rest of the people were standing, clustered in groups at the back of the newly built tasting room at Happy Acres Orchard—and now Winery. His grandparents had decided to o
pen up their brand new winery with some entertainment, and who better than Warning Sign?
They weren’t exactly the kind of musical act one would expect to find at an orchard filled with kids and families, but the band had enjoyed coming up with a child-friendly set. Between his own experience with Axl, and Molly’s with her nephew, Dylan, and niece, Brianna, plus Elle’s with her nieces, Charlotte and Avery, the band was full up on kid time and knew what might work for a younger crowd.
Of course Juliet, West, and Ryan hadn’t been as excited until they’d started jamming out to some Sesame Street classics, and hell, who didn’t enjoy those? Add a rock flair and everyone had a good time.
Plus, Nick had allowed them to play his song, “Lullaby”. The tune only occasionally came out at Oblivion’s acoustic sets, on account of the fact it was a song he’d written for his twins. Oddly enough, most hard rock crowds didn’t appreciate being lulled into unconsciousness at the end of a show.
This bunch though? They were lapping it up. Literally, since at least a fourth of the audience had apple juice boxes or applesauce cups.
Michael strummed through the end notes of “Lullaby” on his well-loved Gibson, which had stickers all over the back from his travels. As a teenager, he’d been stupid enough to slap stickers on the wood casing rather than his travel case. Now he liked the vintage, distressed look of the guitar, and especially loved the way the instrument purred under his touch like a well-satisfied woman. As the song came to a close, he eased back and let Elle take over, using the moment to finish up with some percussion with his hand gently thumping the guitar.
They had their own full-time percussion now though, and it wasn’t Ryan, currently working his magic on a triangle. At the beginning of the song, he’d played a piccolo. The kids had stared up at Ry as if he were the Pied freaking Piper.
But on the drums was Malachi fucking Shawcross. He seemed more than a little shell-shocked at playing for a bunch of rugrats and their parents, but he appeared to be having a good time. Even Michael’s gruff, often sullen older brother loved Lila’s parents. Back when he’d had no use for Lila, he’d still been won over by Gram and Pop. Who wouldn’t be? For two boys from sun-drenched California who’d never seen snow, Happy Acres had been like an oasis. Crisp leaves, juicy apples, a real family. They’d been as starstruck as some of these kids were now at seeing their instruments and amps.
Family, man, was a beautiful thing.
Michael smiled at his own sitting off to the side of the first row. Axl danced between Chloe’s legs, clapping with the rest of the kids as the song ended. He couldn’t get enough of the orchard. Lila’s dad had taken him out apple picking the day before, and since then, he’d been begging Chloe and Michael to do it again.
They’d be going out tomorrow bright and early, before the Sunday crowd swamped the place in earnest. Axl was almost two-and-a-half now and getting into everything. He seemed to be teething constantly, and he had tantrums on a nightly basis. But he liked picking apples and eating applesauce and jumping in Pop’s ginormous piles of leaves, so Michael was all for it. They’d be coming back out to the orchard for Thanksgiving, and maybe Christmas too. All depended on how the rest of the year’s band schedule shook out. Lila was booking them for basically anything she could get. Now that Warning Sign wasn’t in the tabloids because of Michael’s partying, or love life issues, or sudden weddings by Elvis, they were focusing on promoting their music.
As far as Michael was concerned, that was just freaking fine. He’d be good with never being caught in a media maelstrom again.
“How do you guys feel about doing something a little different?” Molly asked, clapping her hands and playing the peppy cheerleader routine to the hilt. She genuinely loved kids and she had a way with them. She was also as pretty as a fairytale princess so they all squealed and bounced in their tiny sneakers. “Let’s play ‘What time is it, Mr. Fox?’ Do you guys know that game?”
There was a range of answers, most of them an enthusiastic “Yes!”
Axl definitely knew it, since the pre-pre K he’d started going to two afternoons a week while Chloe was taking culinary classes at the Institute taught the counting game like a religion. It also had the bonus of wearing out the kids, and anytime a rambunctious child went to sleep voluntarily was a good time.
Molly briefly outlined the game for those who didn’t know how to play, and the kids ran to one side of the tasting room. Their smiling parents and some of the people who worked at the orchard moved the chairs to the back to give them room to run. Molly moved off the band’s raised dais and into the center of the room to begin, and the kids dutifully asked her what time it was.
Michael glanced at Elle as the kids took the requisite steps forward, Axl, of course, leading the pack.
“That one’s mine,” he told her.
Smiling faintly, she shook her head. “No kidding. I must’ve missed the banner you draped over the Hollywood sign announcing that fact.”
Michael grinned. He hadn’t put up any signs—yet—but he just might.
Being married was pretty frigging awesome. From the instant he’d heard Chloe’s proposal until he met her at the altar and slipped the sapphire ring on her finger, he’d been in a state of shock. Seeing her in her wedding gown and knowing she’d willingly chosen to marry him still stood out as the most incredible moment of his life.
She was his wife. Forever and ever, a-freaking-men.
Of course, there were squabbles about petty shit. Like when he left his socks on the floor, or fed Axl too much candy, or when he hid Chloe’s panties because…well, that one was obvious.
Occasionally, the fights were bigger. Sometimes the paparazzi still swarmed too close. Once or twice, they’d snapped a picture of Chloe and Axl at the doctor’s office, or at the mall, and Chloe had gone into protective lockdown mode. She’d dealt with so much after Snake’s death regarding the media that she was still gun-shy. Add in the Tabitha thing and how she and Michael had gotten together, and Michael doubted she’d ever truly come to terms with their interference in their lives.
Warning Sign wasn’t super huge yet. If that changed, things could get way worse. Michael had no desire to hide his family away, but if he had to, he would. He and Chloe had started talking tentatively about having more kids over the summer, sort of feeling each other out. It was obviously very early days in their relationship, but their accelerated timeline had made them both start thinking they were ready earlier than usual.
On Axl’s good days, being a parent was fun. They had it all under control. Why not add another one while Axl was still little? He’d like a sibling, right? Having Mal be so close in age had been a great experience for Michael, and if they wanted something similar for Axl, they had to get on the stick.
Or Chloe had to get on the stick, early and often. Something she did pretty damn often anyway.
They’d even gone the route of ditching the condoms and the birth control a couple of months ago, during a particularly great period with Axl. His teething agony had slowed down, and he was generally a happy baby, and hey, the monster in the closet was nothing more than scorched earth, so why not?
Almost immediately after that momentous decision, Axl had gotten a double ear infection and decided he was deathly afraid of clowns. Naturally, Lila had just bought him a little miniature clown, and hiding it in a steel box under Axl’s bed had not been enough. They’d had to move the doll to the master bedroom closet and finally back to Lila’s place, where her daughter, Avery, had fallen in mad, fiendish love with the creepy thing.
But Axl was still traumatized, crying every time he saw anyone in too much makeup. Even Michael’s occasional use of guyliner at a concert made him break into sobs.
So maybe they should wait on the baby, if she could even get pregnant that fast. She’d indicated some inconsistency with birth control back when she’d been with Snake, which absolutely had not been a factor with them. They’d been meticulous about it until they hadn’t been. Now they we
re living wild and free, but he might just pull back the reins a little—if she agreed. They had time. Axl was still so little. They could enjoy him on his own, then figure out when to add on once life settled down.
He was almost sure it had to settle down eventually.
Molly’s game included lots of children running and shrieking and making all manner of kiddie mayhem. From what Michael could tell, Molly’s rules were fast and loose. Unsurprising, really.
He and the rest of the band decided to do a melodic accompaniment from the stage, which made their lead singer send them an arch look just in case any of them got ideas about wanting to sing. None of them did, and so peace reigned across the orchard.
Refreshments followed Molly’s shenanigans. Children descended on the overloaded snack table and grabbed warm cider donuts and apple fritters, cups of cider, and apples and grapes out of bowls with the zest of a missionary fresh out of bible school. Soon, the excited yelps and laughter of a ton of kids high on sugar bounced around the room.
Michael unstrapped his guitar and tucked it into its case, then went to pick up his sugar monster from where he was sticking his face into a wooden cutout with a donkey’s body on the other side. Chloe was standing behind him laughing, but she looked tired. Lines fanned out from her dark eyes and bracketed her mouth and she was bracing her back as if she’d been roughhousing with Axl again. The kid loved being in the air so much that Michael was pretty sure they’d have a pilot on their hands one day.
Maybe he’d just figure out how to turn into a bird.
“You okay?” Michael asked Chloe, snagging them both cups of cider. Axl had already worked his way through one, judging from the sticky ring around his mouth.
“Sure. It’s been a terrific day. Gram mentioned doing a hayride after dark. I guess they do one on weekend nights in October at a nearby farm with Jason and Freddy and a lot of those gory dudes.” Chloe shuddered. “The September hayride is much tamer. Just a couple glowing pumpkins and scarecrows under spotlights. Kid-friendly, I already checked.”
“Sure, that sounds fun. Want to go upstairs and take a nap first?” Michael glanced at Axl, who’d moved on to stick his head in the hole with a cow body on the other side. He’d definitely have to get some shots of that.
