Page 84 of Wreckage of Us
“How are Colt’s kids?” I ask Becca.
“Giving him hell,” she starts laughing, then pushes herself away from my chest so she can look at my face. “I almost feel sorry for him.” Her eyes crinkly at the corners just a touch, making her so damn beautiful to me. “I can’t imagine having four kids,” she adds, but her smile is a little sad.
After Charlie, we tried for a baby again. Two miscarriages later, we decided that we were happy with the two children we had. Ethan has always been a huge part in our lives, spending more and more time here as he got older. But I know that not being able to give birth to another baby really got to Becca in spite of what she’s saying now.
“Yeah,” I now agree with her. “I think two kids should always be the limit.” I pull her back to me and kiss her on the head.
“Have you heard from Ethan?”
My son is a famous rock star nowadays. Him wanting to learn how to play the guitar took a life of its own. He was fascinated with it, played it all the time, and I know he drove Alison crazy with it when he was up there with them.
It got even more interesting the more his band made a name for itself, and the groupies came out of the woodwork. The whole thing reminded me of my life in the club. His groupies are very much like the club whores that used to cling to me.
“They were at the hospital last I heard,” I tell Becca. “The baby should be here soon.”
“Oh my god,” she slaps my shoulder hard. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that right away. What the hell?”
“What?” I start laughing at her.
“I need to pack.” She struggles to get out of my arms until I finally let go.
“Bex, you just got home,” I point out in a patient tone. The woman still likes to make sudden decisions. Like when she decided to let me fuck her for the first time. And the second. And… so on.
“Dylan,” she gives me an incredulous look. “This is our first grandchild. Do you really think you can keep me away from that baby?”
I grin at her. She is so damn beautiful, I will never get enough of her.
“No, baby. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Well then,” she turns around and walks toward the staircase to go upstairs to where our bedroom is. “Are you going to pack, or do you want me to do it for you?”
My cell phone starts ringing in the back pocket of my jeans. My heart starts beating faster when I see who it is.
“Ethan,” I say in greeting. Becca hears me and runs back to me, waiting to get an update on what’s going on.
“Dad,” my son sounds chocked up. “It’s a girl.”
“Wow,” I am momentarily speechless. “I kinda had a feeling…” My eyes are glued to Becca’s face, and I feel like I may cry. I haven’t felt like this since that day when Charlie was born. I felt the same wave of emotion overtaking me when I heard her taking her first breath into this world.
“We’re gonna name her Dylan,” Ethan continues. It literally takes my breath away. I press a hand to my chest, and I don’t know what to say.
“Ethan, I…”
“I need to go,” he sounds rushed, and I get it. “But I wanted you to be the first to know her name.”
“Thank you,” I finally snap out of it. “Me and Becca are packing right now…” Becca pinches my arm and I jump. “Well, Becca is packing.” Ethan starts laughing, he knows what our dynamic is. “And we’ll be there as soon as we can, okay?”
“Sounds good. I’ll text you more details. I love you, Dad.” With that, he hangs up. That’s my boy. Always short and to the point, never dragging a conversation.
“Well?” Becca brings my attention back to her. “What did he say?” She is bouncing on the tip of her toes, hands under her chin as if in prayer.
“The baby is here…”
“Yes, I gathered that,” she says in annoyance. “What is it?”
“It’s a girl,” I grin at her, and she squeals in delight.
“They have so many cute baby girl clothes now, Dylan,” she tells me through her tears. “I can’t wait to buy them all.”
