Rhythm of Us: Book 2 Of The Fated Hearts Series by Aimee Nicole Walker Page B
Authors: Aimee Nicole Walker
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beautiful man and fuck if I didn’t want to make it all better – by any means necessary.
“It’s not my style in any aspect of my life, Xavier.” I silently prayed that he could hear the sincerity in my voice. Somehow, earning his trust became the most important thing in my life.
“I’m not available tomorrow night, but I am the night after if you really want me to go with you. Just let me know what time to be ready.”
It was a small victory, but one that I would happily claim. We didn’t chat for much longer and our goodbyes seemed a little awkward, but I didn’t care. I was certain I had made progress and if I had looked in the mirror I knew I would have seen the goofiest grin on my face. That grin remained on my face as I watched SportsCenter, read through my emails, and even when I fell asleep. It probably stayed on my face throughout my dreams.
I DIDN’T HAVE another nightmare, but the new melody didn’t pay me a visit in my sleep either, so I woke with mixed feelings. I was grateful for a peaceful night of sleep without Damien haunting me, but was disappointed about the lack of music. I was certain that something would’ve broken free inside me after all the hours I played the piano at Saint C’s the day before, but nothing.
I shoved the disappointment aside and focused on the positives I had going for me. It seemed that no one was disappointed with my choice to go out west, except me. It reasoned that I could move on with my life and be happy if I could just find a way to forgive myself. So, that was what I decided to do as I jogged through the neighborhood in the cool morning air. I formulated a plan to start forgiving myself little by little. I would fight for the life I wanted, even if that meant fighting myself.
Ellie looked like a whole new person when I returned back to her house an hour later. The ER doc prescribed an anti-vomiting medicine and it seemed to be working. She sat at the kitchen table eating her oatmeal while the sun shone through the window and bathed her with its brilliant beams. She smiled at me as I entered the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“You look so much better,” I told her while leaning against the counter. “Are the pills working?”
“They seem to be so far.” She got a faraway look in her eyes and smiled dreamily. “I’m going to be a mother,” she whispered as if it was just sinking in. “I knew I was pregnant, of course, but it didn’t seem real until I heard his or her heartbeat last night. I didn’t plan on ever having kids and didn’t think I wanted to be a mom until I thought I was having a miscarriage.” She focused her eyes back on mine and gave me a wobbly smile. “Thank you for being my rock last night, Xavier. I was scared out of my mind, but you gave me the strength I needed to stay calm.”
“You’ve always been my rock, Ellie, so I’m glad I was able to return the favor.” I walked to the table and dropped a kiss on the top of her crazy morning curls. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Ellie. My little niece or nephew will be the luckiest baby to have you for a mom, because you were born to nurture and love. You’re not our parents nor will you ever be.”
“Thank you, Xavier. Maybe someday I will be saying these same words to you near the birth of your first child.”
“Who knows, maybe someday?” My words were said without conviction. It was hard for me to visualize a future with children in it. I had spent so much time on the road the last eight years that I didn’t give a family much consideration. Was a family in my cards? Only time would tell. “Do you need me to bring you home anything while I’m out? I’ll be gone most of the day, but I’ll have my phone near me at all times.”
“I’ll be fine, little brother. You go do what you need to do and don’t worry about me. I’m just going to lay around, watch some trashy daytime talk shows, and read a book. Oh, have you seen Gram’s new
“It’s not my style in any aspect of my life, Xavier.” I silently prayed that he could hear the sincerity in my voice. Somehow, earning his trust became the most important thing in my life.
“I’m not available tomorrow night, but I am the night after if you really want me to go with you. Just let me know what time to be ready.”
It was a small victory, but one that I would happily claim. We didn’t chat for much longer and our goodbyes seemed a little awkward, but I didn’t care. I was certain I had made progress and if I had looked in the mirror I knew I would have seen the goofiest grin on my face. That grin remained on my face as I watched SportsCenter, read through my emails, and even when I fell asleep. It probably stayed on my face throughout my dreams.
I DIDN’T HAVE another nightmare, but the new melody didn’t pay me a visit in my sleep either, so I woke with mixed feelings. I was grateful for a peaceful night of sleep without Damien haunting me, but was disappointed about the lack of music. I was certain that something would’ve broken free inside me after all the hours I played the piano at Saint C’s the day before, but nothing.
I shoved the disappointment aside and focused on the positives I had going for me. It seemed that no one was disappointed with my choice to go out west, except me. It reasoned that I could move on with my life and be happy if I could just find a way to forgive myself. So, that was what I decided to do as I jogged through the neighborhood in the cool morning air. I formulated a plan to start forgiving myself little by little. I would fight for the life I wanted, even if that meant fighting myself.
Ellie looked like a whole new person when I returned back to her house an hour later. The ER doc prescribed an anti-vomiting medicine and it seemed to be working. She sat at the kitchen table eating her oatmeal while the sun shone through the window and bathed her with its brilliant beams. She smiled at me as I entered the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee.
“You look so much better,” I told her while leaning against the counter. “Are the pills working?”
“They seem to be so far.” She got a faraway look in her eyes and smiled dreamily. “I’m going to be a mother,” she whispered as if it was just sinking in. “I knew I was pregnant, of course, but it didn’t seem real until I heard his or her heartbeat last night. I didn’t plan on ever having kids and didn’t think I wanted to be a mom until I thought I was having a miscarriage.” She focused her eyes back on mine and gave me a wobbly smile. “Thank you for being my rock last night, Xavier. I was scared out of my mind, but you gave me the strength I needed to stay calm.”
“You’ve always been my rock, Ellie, so I’m glad I was able to return the favor.” I walked to the table and dropped a kiss on the top of her crazy morning curls. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Ellie. My little niece or nephew will be the luckiest baby to have you for a mom, because you were born to nurture and love. You’re not our parents nor will you ever be.”
“Thank you, Xavier. Maybe someday I will be saying these same words to you near the birth of your first child.”
“Who knows, maybe someday?” My words were said without conviction. It was hard for me to visualize a future with children in it. I had spent so much time on the road the last eight years that I didn’t give a family much consideration. Was a family in my cards? Only time would tell. “Do you need me to bring you home anything while I’m out? I’ll be gone most of the day, but I’ll have my phone near me at all times.”
“I’ll be fine, little brother. You go do what you need to do and don’t worry about me. I’m just going to lay around, watch some trashy daytime talk shows, and read a book. Oh, have you seen Gram’s new
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