Trouble Rising (New Adult Rock Star Romance): Tyler and Katie's Story #3 by Emme Rollins Page A
Authors: Emme Rollins
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here?” Leanne asked, leaning in so she wouldn’t be overheard.
“Tyler’s got an announcement to make,” I told her, glancing up as Tyler and Rob came in carrying more trays full of food. My stomach growled.
“Are you?” Leanne’s hand rested on my forearm and I looked down at it, then up at the bright look in her eyes—well, one eye. The other was glass and didn’t see anything—the one on the scarred side of her face. “Oh Katie, are you expecting?”
“No!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “No, it’s not that.”
“Oh, okay then.” She sighed, sitting back against the sofa and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Did every mother-type-person want grandkids this bad?
“Someday,” I lied. I knew better. Tyler didn’t want kids—and I wasn’t sure about it myself. Not that I didn’t like them. I loved kids, and watching Sabrina with hers made my ovaries vibrate like they were going to just explode, but we’d been through so much, before and after we had gotten married, I just hadn’t had enough time to really consider it.
“Is this about the band breaking up then?” Leanne asked and I looked at her and sighed. “I read the article in Variety on the plane.”
“The plane?”
“Sarah went with me to go through my mother’s things.” She smiled up at Sarah as she approached with a plate full of appetizers for her mother. Leanne accepted them and my stomach growled again. “We were there for about a week. We just got back.”
“Your mother?” I felt like I was repeating everything she said, trying to make sense of it.
“Our grandmother,” Sarah explained, perching on the edge of the sofa with her own plate. “She passed, about a month ago. We had to go through her house so we could put it up for sale.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I glanced over at Tyler, who was talking with Rob by the grand piano, where the kids were still playing around the legs. Jay crawled around under there with them, chasing the ball, all of them giggling.
Why hadn’t Tyler told me?
“Liver failure. She was an alcoholic. Drank herself to death,” Leanne said. “Her drug of choice just happened to be legal.”
“Some of us get lucky like that.” Sarah winked when I looked at her.
All of them—Rob, Tyler and Sarah—had inherited their mother’s addiction, in one form or another. For Sarah, it had been alcohol, before she could even legally drink it, although now she was an addictions counselor. Rob had kicked his addiction to cocaine years ago. Tyler’s drug of choice—and mine, soon after we met—had been heroin.
“You should see the photographs,” Sarah said to me as Anne approached. She was wearing her signature combat boots with leggings and a t-shirt with a band I didn’t know on it. “So many photographs! Mom, you have to show Katie—Tyler was so cute when he was little.”
“You all were,” Leanne said, watching her grandkids playing under the piano, a wistful look on her face.
“I’d love to see them,” I told her, suddenly enamored with the idea of seeing Tyler as a baby. I hadn’t even known pictures of him existed as a child. He’d lived a lot of his years in foster care, and all that had survived were standard school photos.
“You come over this week,” Leanne said. “I’ll call you.”
“That would be great.” I looked up as Sabrina came over to join the gaggle of girls—we’d all congregated together, while the guys were in another corner.
“Did I hear something about baby pictures?” Sabrina asked. “Do you have baby pictures of Rob?”
“I’ll trade you, for some baby pictures of those two,” Leanne offered, a glint in her eye. Sabrina laughed and said it was a deal—she just had to promise not to tell Rob.
Celeste and Daisy came over, too, to complete the gender segregation.
“Who are we waiting on?” I asked Celeste, assuming,
“Tyler’s got an announcement to make,” I told her, glancing up as Tyler and Rob came in carrying more trays full of food. My stomach growled.
“Are you?” Leanne’s hand rested on my forearm and I looked down at it, then up at the bright look in her eyes—well, one eye. The other was glass and didn’t see anything—the one on the scarred side of her face. “Oh Katie, are you expecting?”
“No!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “No, it’s not that.”
“Oh, okay then.” She sighed, sitting back against the sofa and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Did every mother-type-person want grandkids this bad?
“Someday,” I lied. I knew better. Tyler didn’t want kids—and I wasn’t sure about it myself. Not that I didn’t like them. I loved kids, and watching Sabrina with hers made my ovaries vibrate like they were going to just explode, but we’d been through so much, before and after we had gotten married, I just hadn’t had enough time to really consider it.
“Is this about the band breaking up then?” Leanne asked and I looked at her and sighed. “I read the article in Variety on the plane.”
“The plane?”
“Sarah went with me to go through my mother’s things.” She smiled up at Sarah as she approached with a plate full of appetizers for her mother. Leanne accepted them and my stomach growled again. “We were there for about a week. We just got back.”
“Your mother?” I felt like I was repeating everything she said, trying to make sense of it.
“Our grandmother,” Sarah explained, perching on the edge of the sofa with her own plate. “She passed, about a month ago. We had to go through her house so we could put it up for sale.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I glanced over at Tyler, who was talking with Rob by the grand piano, where the kids were still playing around the legs. Jay crawled around under there with them, chasing the ball, all of them giggling.
Why hadn’t Tyler told me?
“Liver failure. She was an alcoholic. Drank herself to death,” Leanne said. “Her drug of choice just happened to be legal.”
“Some of us get lucky like that.” Sarah winked when I looked at her.
All of them—Rob, Tyler and Sarah—had inherited their mother’s addiction, in one form or another. For Sarah, it had been alcohol, before she could even legally drink it, although now she was an addictions counselor. Rob had kicked his addiction to cocaine years ago. Tyler’s drug of choice—and mine, soon after we met—had been heroin.
“You should see the photographs,” Sarah said to me as Anne approached. She was wearing her signature combat boots with leggings and a t-shirt with a band I didn’t know on it. “So many photographs! Mom, you have to show Katie—Tyler was so cute when he was little.”
“You all were,” Leanne said, watching her grandkids playing under the piano, a wistful look on her face.
“I’d love to see them,” I told her, suddenly enamored with the idea of seeing Tyler as a baby. I hadn’t even known pictures of him existed as a child. He’d lived a lot of his years in foster care, and all that had survived were standard school photos.
“You come over this week,” Leanne said. “I’ll call you.”
“That would be great.” I looked up as Sabrina came over to join the gaggle of girls—we’d all congregated together, while the guys were in another corner.
“Did I hear something about baby pictures?” Sabrina asked. “Do you have baby pictures of Rob?”
“I’ll trade you, for some baby pictures of those two,” Leanne offered, a glint in her eye. Sabrina laughed and said it was a deal—she just had to promise not to tell Rob.
Celeste and Daisy came over, too, to complete the gender segregation.
“Who are we waiting on?” I asked Celeste, assuming,