Page 89 of Love is a Drum Beat
“Now who’s cheesy?” Her head rested on Dax’s shoulder again. “I really do have a harem, don’t I?”
“We all love you, Jo. That’s all it boils down to. Each person loves you in a different way, but you’re ours.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
“I didn’t mean it as a possessive thing. You belong to us just as we belong to you.”
“Rockstars Anonymous.” Jo sighed. “Who’d have thought it would change our lives?”
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Going home.
It never sounded so sweet.
“Baby alien.” Jo looked at the baby in her arms. “Time for our adventure.”
“Are you ever going to stop calling her baby alien?” Dax looked up from where he’d started packing Jo’s belongings.
“Why would I stop?”
Dax laughed and went back to packing. “Because you don’t want her going to school and telling everyone her name is Alien.”
“School?” She pulled Ali closer. “She’s not going to school. She won’t be leaving me ever. I won’t allow it.”
She was sort of joking.
Jo turned to look in the mirror. “At least my hair looks good.” Melanie stopped by early this morning with a stylist who turned Jo’s hair from the mess it was to a short pixie cut. It was the first time in years she had not a strand of pink hair. “Dax?”
“What?” Dax walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
She only stiffened a little, which was a win. She wasn’t used to Dax being so close yet. “I have a super serious question for you.”
“No, we won’t do a picture of Rockstars Anonymous for the gossip blogs just because you want to run with the harem angle.”
“That wasn’t even what I wanted to ask you.”
He rested his chin on her shoulder. “No, I don’t think Ali looks like she has alien features. Yes, the world will think she’s cute. And no, she can’t start playing the drums within the year. That cover everything?”
Huffing out a breath, she turned in his arms. “Do I look like a mom? I can sort of see it, but maybe I need some mom jeans and a windbreaker. Should I buy a windbreaker? Oh, a track suit! That’s what I need.”
Dax smiled down at her, not answering a single question.
“You’re right.” Jo nodded. “I should be asking these questions of Mel. She’s sort of a mom now too. Should I start wearing suits like her?”
Dax released her with a raised eyebrow. “Where would you wear a suit?”
She shrugged. “For concerts.”
A laugh burst out of Dax. “Jo, you have a baby in your arms. There’s no one way a mom looks.”
“I don’t believe you, Dax. But I’m in my clothes again and ready to blow this popsicle stand. My chariot has arrived.”
An orderly pushed a wheelchair into the room. “Jo Jackson?” His eyes widened as he saw the two of them.
Jo froze, waiting to see if he’d fanboy. To his credit, he left the chair to Dax’s care and took his leave.
