Page 102 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

"No," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. "Coming home to you and Ollie."

My heart swells. The warmth of his words wash over me. Callum has stepped up as Ollie’s father so seamlessly, it’s hard to believe there was ever a time he wasn’t here.

Their bond is something I couldn’t have dreamed up if I’d tried—Ollie idolizes him, not just for his music but for the way Callum listens to him, supports him, and encourages his creativity.

"You know he tells everyone his dad’s a rockstar," I say, laughing softly. "He’s so proud of you."

Callum grins, his eyes shining. "He’s got the talent to be one himself someday. His natural ear and understanding of music are on the genius level. I’ve never seen anything like it."

I shake my head, smiling. "He’s already asking when he can be in your band."

"Whenever he’s ready," Callum says, his voice soft but firm. "I don’t want to miss a second."

Neither of us mentions Marcus, but his shadow still lingers, even if faintly. After the legal battles this past year, Marcus agreed to relinquish all parental rights in exchange for supervised visits at my discretion. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary—for Ollie’s well-being and for our future. And as much as Marcus’s presence has faded, I still allow him to see Ollie when it feels right, always on my terms.

"I don't think Hollywood could have come up with our story," Callum says, breaking the silence. "But we got through it, made it to the other side, and everything is looking up from here. I think we've done okay, if I say so myself."

I smile up at him, my fingers tracing the edge of his lapel. "More than okay."

"You ready to get home to Ollie?" He asks. He has taken to his role as father better than I could have ever dreamed. "I know it sounds crazy, but I miss him when we’re gone."

"Me, too. And, yet. I’m ready to snuggle with you in our bed."

His eyes darken slightly, a familiar look that sends a thrill through me. “Oh, wait. There’s one more thing I need to do before we leave."

"Oh?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Tonight? I thought you told Luke you were going off the grid this weekend."

"I am," he says, his lips curving into that crooked smile that always makes my knees weak. "But first, come with me to the bar. Maybe they’ve got those smoky drinks again. I want to go back there with you, relive that night."

I laugh softly, the memory of last year flickering in my mind. "You hated those smoky drinks. You said they tasted like cigarette chewing gum."

He shrugs, pulling me toward the ballroom doors. "Doesn’t matter. I want to stand in that dark corner with you again."

I let him lead me inside, my curiosity growing with every step. The hum of the orchestra fills the air as we weave through the crowd with his hand steady around mine with a familiar tune. When we reach the alcove bar, the dim lighting and rich mahogany paneling feel exactly as I remember—intimate, timeless, and brimming with secrets.

We burned like stars, too bright to stay

The fire’s ash, the price we paid

I let you go, I closed that door

But your shadow lingers on my floor

He stops in the same shadowed corner where we kissed for the first time after our hiatus. His hand tightens slightly aroundmine as he turns to face me, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

My heart stumbles in my chest as I realize what it is—"Legend."

I lost you to the lies he told

The truth untold, it’s bitter cold

But if time bends, if fate allows

I’d find you then, my Legend

I glance at him, my eyes widening. "Callum..."

He smiles softly, his voice low as he begins to sing softly into my ear.

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