Page 78 of Love is a Drum Beat
“You okay?” Dax sat next to him.
“Don’t worry about me. Go be with our girl. I’ll just wait here to meet the little guy.”
Dax stood, ready to take him up on the offer when his phone rang. “Drew, do you know why Piper is calling me?”
Drew only shrugged and leaned his head back.
Dax answered the call. “Hey, Piper.”
“Finally.” She sighed. “I haven’t been able to get any of you on the phone. Jo and Ben aren’t answering. Noah and Mel are still in London, so they wouldn’t be any help.”
“There a point to this call? I’m kind of in the middle of something important.”
“Have you seen Drew? He had a concert tonight, but he disappeared. I kept hoping he’d show back up before he had to be on stage but no such luck. Not even Lola knows where he is.” She didn’t sound mad, only tired. “We have to refund people, and it’s just a giant mess.”
Dax pulled the phone away from his ear and looked down at Drew. “You jumped in a car and drove for hours to get here but didn’t tell your assistant or your girlfriend you were leaving?”
Drew groaned. “I knew I was forgetting something. You know that feeling when you’re packing for a trip—”
“Yes, that’s the equivalent of standing up thousands of fans.”
“Is he there? I heard him.” Piper wasn’t going to give up.
Dax handed his phone to Drew. “Pipes, you don’t understand. Noah called and told me Jo was in labor. It was like I couldn’t think of anything else. I had to get here.”
Dax knew the feeling.
“She’s my sister, Pipes.”
Okay, so different feeling than Dax had.
He spoke to her for a few moments longer before hanging up and handing the phone back to Dax.
“You in trouble?”
He didn’t get a chance to answer because the elevator dinged as the door slid open to reveal Ben and Noah, matching grins on their faces. “Baby here yet?” Noah asked.
It had been a while since they’d all been together. There were handshakes and pats on the back. Shared smiles and excitement. Whether Jo believed them or not, this baby would be a Rockstars Anonymous baby.
“I want to see her.” Noah took off down the hall.
Dax followed him. “It’s your funeral.”
Noah entered the room first.
“Get out!” Jo yelled.
Noah froze. “Joey…”
“Noah Clarke, if you don’t leave this room right now, I will never let this baby learn bass guitar so he can join our band.”
Noah’s eyes widened as if that was a huge threat. “Fine, but he better come out looking like me.” He turned on his heel and strode out.
Jo caught Dax’s eye. “Have you seen many newborns? They come out looking pretty gross. If that’s what he wants to be compared to…” A laugh cut off as curse after curse flew from her mouth.
Dax’s mom sat on a stool at the end of the bed where Jo’s legs were lifted in some weird leg thing. He wasn’t going anywhere near that part of the room. The chair he’d sat in before had been pushed back into a corner, so Dax stood beside Jo, reaching for her hand.
“Jo, I think this baby has had enough today. He’s ready to meet his mom,” Dax’s mom said.
