“It’s a beautiful, healthy, little boy.”

Tristan and I both have tears streaming down our faces.

“Baby number one of three Ev, baby number one is a boy,” he chokes up. His hands cup my face and he thumbs my tears away before placing a tender kiss on my lips. “We’re gonna have a boy! Thank you for giving me a son.”

I am about to burst with happiness. I laugh through my tears as the doctor hands me photos of our little miracle, our son.

While I am cleaning the sticky gel off my belly, Tristan starts making the phone calls to our family and friends. He is so happy and excited that he can’t stand in one place. Everything is going right. My blood counts are good. I am extremely weak and tired, but my body is fighting for two of us right now. Every one of my doctors has assured me that my symptoms are to be expected. I pray every chance I get.

Tristan hangs up knowing that our news will spread like wildfire.

“You watching us tonight baby, or are you too tired?”

Am I tired? I don’t know, because right now, I am more excited than anything else. The band is playing at his club tonight for exposure and practice. His new agent and record label had to agree to those terms before the boys would sign. It would be nice to hear them play in the place where they got their start.

“I’ll go tonight.” I say with a shrug and a grin.

He picks me up, wrapping my legs around him as we get to the Jeep.

“Good. Maybe I can get you on stage this time?”

He is so crazy. What makes him think I would climb my butt up on a stage?

“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’ with a huge grin and smack him on the head.

“Please baby? It’s a special occasion. We will be able to tell our son all about it one day.” He turns those green eyes on me and gives me his best pouty look.

Oh. No. He. Did. Not!

“You did not just play that card!” I giggle at him, slapping his arm as he places me in the Jeep.

“I did,” he chuckles, flashing me a flirty smile.

“Maybe.” I point. “Maybe!”

Smiling, he shuts my door and heads for his side.

“Good enough for me. It’s better than a no.”

His hair is growing back. He gels it into tiny little spikes that almost prick me when I run my fingers through it. He is so handsome and so very good to me. I lean my head back on the headrest, smiling at him as he drives us to the club.

“What are you smiling about my beautiful crazy-ass girl?”

“I just really, really, really love you.”

My heart speeds up every time I tell him this. It is amazing what this man can make me feel. He can make me feel like the most beautiful woman to ever live even though I have cancer and I am bald. It is amazing how much he loves me even though I can’t remember our first three years together. He just simply amazes me.

“I love you too baby, to infinity.”

“To infinity,” I repeat.

We pull into the club parking lot and it is still early. I am shocked to see all the cars that are in the parking lot. “Wow. Must be some lunch rush or is there a game on?”

He chuckles. “Baby, you watch sports. Is there a game on today?”

Well no, now that I think about it, there isn’t. I wonder what is going on in there. I shrug in confusion and climb slowly out of the Jeep.

I don’t get two steps taken before I am hoisted up on Tristan’s side. He loves carrying me around as if I am a toddler.

“Come on Tiny. I’m getting you on my stage tonight.”

Cocky butt-head! “Is Drake coming home tonight or is he staying out again?”

“I have no clue Ev. He is rarely home anymore, huh?”

I want to say that he is never home anymore and that I really miss him. I don’t get to see him enough. I open my mouth to say this…

“Surprise!”

I gasp as we come through the door, my heart thudding hard in my chest. They did not!

“Congratulations!”

Oh my god! They did! Wow!

Tristan sets me down on my feet and instantly I am surrounded by people on all sides.

“Thank you,” I repeat this a million times while happy tears stream down my face. Wow! Blue and green streamers announcing ‘It’s a Boy’ are hanging all around the club.

I cut my eyes over to Tristan. “Babe, did you have something to do with this?”

He chuckles, shaking his head no. Yeah right! As if, I believe him. “Did you shut down the club for this?”

He had better not have. It’s Friday, and we make more money on the weekends. It’s not as if we are hurting for money. I just don’t like small numbers when I am going over paperwork and finalizing figures for Tristan and his bar manager.

“No baby, we are still open but they gotta celebrate with us.”

Okay, that’s great. I nod. I just can’t get this huge smile off my face.

“You guys going to help me talk her into singing tonight?”

Oh, no he did not. Damn him!

“She’ll sing tonight,” Adella chirps, walking over to me. Her hair is purple today. Only Adella could pull that crazy look off.

I laugh. Who the hell does she think she is? “Whatever Adella. I am not climbing my pregnant ass up there! I have not sung in years. I don’t even remember ever singing.”

This won’t deter them. They know I love music. I groan because I don’t think I am getting out of it tonight. I can’t play off the tired act either, because that will just make them worry. God knows they have all worried about me enough!