Melanie seemed to calm down. “I wasn’t cursing because of you, Jo. Blake has abandoned you when he’s responsible for this baby too.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing.” Jo shrugged. “I… I’m used to being on my own. I hate the idea of one day telling my baby his dad never wanted him, but isn’t it better to know now?”
“It is.” Melanie took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll have a few of my contacts send over some interview questions. So, subject change. Noah is… distraught that you told him not to come.”
“You knew how he’d be.”
She imagined Melanie smiling. “Oh yes. The hovering would be intense. And the saying ridiculous things.”
“Right.”
“You just need calm.”
Jo nodded until she remembered Melanie couldn’t see her. “Definitely.”
“And Dax? How are things at his place?”
A smile tilted her lips. She hadn’t been there long, but Dax hadn’t bothered her much except to feed her. He’d been… kind. “It’s good.”
“I’m glad. If you need any of us, you only have to call, and we’ll jump on a plane.”
“I know.” They’d always have her back.
“We’ll be in L.A. in a bit over a month, so perfect timing to see little baby Jo come into the world.”
She smiled at that. Being alone right now was what she needed, but actually having the baby scared her to death, and she’d need her friends. “Sounds good.”
“Chat soon? We need a Rockstars Anonymous meeting.”
“Just tell me when.”
They said their goodbyes and hung up. Melanie didn’t work for the label anymore, but Jo knew she’d help her. That was who Melanie was.
“Don’t do it, Jo,” she whispered to herself.
Like she ever listened.
Moving slowly, as if her brain didn’t agree with her actions, she typed her name into Google. It took only a few seconds before articles appeared.
Jo Jackson is pregnant!
The enigmatic drummer has been tamed.
“Misogynist jerk,” she grumbled.
Jo Jackson and Noah Clarke’s secret love child. Does his wife know?
Oh gosh. She couldn’t help but laugh. Noah might be upset with her, but she also knew he’d find this hilarious. She sent him a text.
Jo:Hey, baby daddy.
Noah took no time at all to respond.
Noah:See?! I told you from the start the baby was mine.
He had. Noah and Drew both claimed they were going to be fathers when the baby was born. When they first said it last summer, she was still in shock from being pregnant in the first place. It wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear. But now… there was comfort in that. Her kid might not ever have his dad, but he’d have plenty of people who cared about him.
Jo:I hope our love child hasn’t messed up the marriage that started in secret. Gah, the media must love us.