Listen To Me: A Rock Star Romance (True North) by Carrie Elliott Page B
Authors: Carrie Elliott
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have more than enough for tuition, room and board, books, clothes and partying. I got my realtor looking for a new place that was big enough for the chicklet’s room and all her toys, plus a backyard for a swing set and trampoline. I got about a half-dozen baby nurses lined up to talk to me and Kay before we left the hospital when the chicklet arrived so we could pick one to hire for home. And most important, I booked a private, chartered yacht for our first family vacation through the Mediterranean. Kay was a bit insecure about the baby weight, so I figured a private yacht where she could relax and not worry about bathing suit issues would be a good time for her.
Now all we needed was a baby.
“You’re freaking giddy,” Derek said, elbowing me in the ribs. We were in the L.A. studio laying the tracks for my next album.
“ Yeah, man, you should try this dad thing. It’s an adrenaline rush like I’ve never known.” Even up on stage in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans my blood didn’t pump this fast.
Derek shook his head, laughing. “ Call Bess and I traditionalists, but we want to get down the aisle first. Nothing rattles you, does it?”
“No. I don’t rattle. Check this out.” I pushed a few buttons on the sound board, loading up a song I’d been working on for the past few weeks. When it started, the melodic notes of a piano faded into a violin duet, then m e singing. A couple verses in, Derek’s mouth hung open in shock.
“You wrote a lullaby,” he said. “Is that you on piano and violin?”
“I’m multi-talented,” I said. “Didn’t you watch X Marks The Star the season my band won?”
“Never watched an episode of that show,” he said. “You played on there?”
“A couple times, but instruments have less tween girl appeal than choreographed dance moves.”
“I can see that,” he said. “You breaking out the moves on Sunday?”
“I’m too old for those moves.”
He leaned back in his chair and howled with laughter. “You’re a baby!”
“I’m having a baby. I’m not a baby, myself. There’s a difference. I’m practically retired.”
“Retired. Right.”
“For serious,” I said, leaning back in my chair and propping my foot up on my knee. “Kay loves to work. I figure I might as well be the stay-at-home dad and let her do her thing. I can do bottles and diapers and hang out on the beach under an umbrella digging in the sand all day.”
“What does Karen think of that plan?” he asked, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. It’s not like we have to decide everything today.”
“No, not at all. I’m sure—if Karen is anything like Bess, which she is—she’s trying to turn her whole world around to accommodate this baby before it gets here.”
“Kay knows I’ve got this.” If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Kay knew I was on board, fully invested, prepared, ready to go and make this happen. I wasn’t that guy who knocked a girl up and walked away like it was her problem and not mine.
My chicklet wasn’t a problem anyway. She was already my proudest achievement and I hadn’t even seen her little face yet.
Yeah, I had this. Kay was lucky she got knocked up by me and I was lucky she was having my baby.
Four more weeks and life would be perfect with my two best girls.
TWO
KAREN
Putting my intense, hormonal, mean mood to good use, I decided to follow-up with Adrian’s brother to make sure he’d show at Cilla’s birthday party on Sunday.
“Crotch Rockets,” the guy who answered the phone said.
“Is this Trent Daniels?” I asked. Adrian’s brother owned some kind of motorcycle business. After the band broke up, he wanted nothing to do with music, or Adrian.
“Depends,” the guy said.
“On what? You’re either Trent Daniels, or you’re not. Which is it?”
“Well, let’s see. If you’re someone
Now all we needed was a baby.
“You’re freaking giddy,” Derek said, elbowing me in the ribs. We were in the L.A. studio laying the tracks for my next album.
“ Yeah, man, you should try this dad thing. It’s an adrenaline rush like I’ve never known.” Even up on stage in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans my blood didn’t pump this fast.
Derek shook his head, laughing. “ Call Bess and I traditionalists, but we want to get down the aisle first. Nothing rattles you, does it?”
“No. I don’t rattle. Check this out.” I pushed a few buttons on the sound board, loading up a song I’d been working on for the past few weeks. When it started, the melodic notes of a piano faded into a violin duet, then m e singing. A couple verses in, Derek’s mouth hung open in shock.
“You wrote a lullaby,” he said. “Is that you on piano and violin?”
“I’m multi-talented,” I said. “Didn’t you watch X Marks The Star the season my band won?”
“Never watched an episode of that show,” he said. “You played on there?”
“A couple times, but instruments have less tween girl appeal than choreographed dance moves.”
“I can see that,” he said. “You breaking out the moves on Sunday?”
“I’m too old for those moves.”
He leaned back in his chair and howled with laughter. “You’re a baby!”
“I’m having a baby. I’m not a baby, myself. There’s a difference. I’m practically retired.”
“Retired. Right.”
“For serious,” I said, leaning back in my chair and propping my foot up on my knee. “Kay loves to work. I figure I might as well be the stay-at-home dad and let her do her thing. I can do bottles and diapers and hang out on the beach under an umbrella digging in the sand all day.”
“What does Karen think of that plan?” he asked, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. It’s not like we have to decide everything today.”
“No, not at all. I’m sure—if Karen is anything like Bess, which she is—she’s trying to turn her whole world around to accommodate this baby before it gets here.”
“Kay knows I’ve got this.” If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Kay knew I was on board, fully invested, prepared, ready to go and make this happen. I wasn’t that guy who knocked a girl up and walked away like it was her problem and not mine.
My chicklet wasn’t a problem anyway. She was already my proudest achievement and I hadn’t even seen her little face yet.
Yeah, I had this. Kay was lucky she got knocked up by me and I was lucky she was having my baby.
Four more weeks and life would be perfect with my two best girls.
TWO
KAREN
Putting my intense, hormonal, mean mood to good use, I decided to follow-up with Adrian’s brother to make sure he’d show at Cilla’s birthday party on Sunday.
“Crotch Rockets,” the guy who answered the phone said.
“Is this Trent Daniels?” I asked. Adrian’s brother owned some kind of motorcycle business. After the band broke up, he wanted nothing to do with music, or Adrian.
“Depends,” the guy said.
“On what? You’re either Trent Daniels, or you’re not. Which is it?”
“Well, let’s see. If you’re someone
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