Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (10 page)

“Oh no, you don’t.”

“It’s my call, and I say no, not tonight.”
 

“Talon Carver, what the hell are you doing? You can’t do that, unless…” The worst possible thing imaginable runs through my mind and rather than get emotionally upset, I get pissed. “You can’t sing with me, can you? You don’t want me up there on stage because you can’t sing to me?”
 

“Jesus, god no, Addison.”

“No, seriously, the only thing that would ever stop you from pleasing your fans is if you’re afraid of something happening and I’m not talking about to me. You don’t think you can sing with me because it doesn’t mean the same thing to you anymore…”
 

“God, Addison, stop. If anything, I can’t sing with you because every time I look at you, I love you even more. Every time I see you, I want to cry with tears of happiness because I love you so fucking much.” He paces out into the bedroom. I follow him and find Kyle leaning against the doorjamb to the bedroom.
 

I turn to Kyle. “Did you know about this?”
 

“About what, baby girl?”
 

“That he wasn’t going to let me sing tonight.”
 

“What?” he says, as he stands up straighter, away from the door.
 

“He just told me that he doesn’t want me on stage with him tonight.”
 

“Damn it, Addison, I don’t want you on stage because I don’t want the added stress on you.” That freezes me in my tracks. “You don’t need to be put under that pressure right now. You should be relaxing, should be…”
 

“I won’t sit around and do nothing, Talon,” I say softly. “More questions will be raised if I’m not on that stage. Especially tomorrow night, because we don’t know how many tickets were sold because of our duet.”

“I know and I don’t want you feeling that pressure.”
 

“You don’t want me feeling it, or you don’t want the added worry about me while I’m up there? I swear to god, Talon, you’re going to make yourself mental if you do this to yourself. We have a long way to go with this pregnancy and it’s barely two days old for all of us,” I tell him.
 

“I just don’t want to…”
 

“Did it occur to you, Talon, that the rough estimate of the date of conception is Albuquerque, the first night I went on stage purposefully, and that I’ve been performing with you every performance since then, already pregnant?”
 

“Albuquerque?” Kyle whispers behind Talon.
 

“About that time, yes, give or take a day or two. So you see, Talon, my being pregnant has nothing to do with my ability to perform. You’re just being selfish and it’s unnecessary.”
 

“Damn it Addison, I don’t know if I can sing either song, looking into your eyes without completely breaking down.”
 

“See that’s different, Talon. God, you should have said that, said something like, ‘I don’t know if I can do this tonight.’ That would have been different, Talon. We could have discussed that. That’s a whole hell of a lot different than you being overly protective of me.”
 

“Well, that’s part of it.”
 

“Don’t, you can’t do this. Do you have any idea how many singers perform while pregnant?”
 

“But you’re not them. You’re you. You’re mine and Kyle’s girlfriend.” He sits down on the bed and I walk over to him. His legs automatically open for me to step between them, and he wraps his arms around my legs and puts his ear to my stomach. “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he whispers and I can’t tell whom he’s talking to, the baby or me.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Do you honestly think that Kyle, Mills, Tori, Dex, any of the guys, will let anything happen to me? Whether they know I’m pregnant or not. Since I stepped onto this bus, I have been the cocoon that everyone has gravitated toward and surrounded with their love and protection. You and Kyle are in the center of that protective wall. I know you won’t let anything happen to me. I won’t let anything happen to me. Which is why I’m coming back here after the show. I won’t be going to the after party.”

His arms squeeze a little tighter around me. “I don’t know what else to do,” he whispers and Kyle comes over to sit next to him. He puts his hand on Talon’s back, rubbing it.
 

“We’re all in the same boat, but smothering Addison with overprotectiveness isn’t exactly the best way to go about it. Believe me, I understand why you feel it’s necessary to protect her like this. God, Talon, I want to wrap her in bubble wrap and put her in a padded room for the next nine months, but I can’t do that to her. I won’t do that to her because it’s just going to make us all crazy. The best way we can protect her is to love her, cherish her, and be there for her.”
 

Talon nods against my stomach.
 

I put my hand on Kyle’s cheek and continue stroking Talon’s hair. We stay like that for a couple more minutes. Kyle kisses my palm and then takes my hand in his. “Talon?”
 

“Yeah?”
 

“You okay, big man?”
 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, angel.”
 

“Don’t be sorry. I understand, honestly I do, but there is a time and place for me to not be on stage with you and this isn’t it. When I’m nine months pregnant is a good time. But not now. No one will know.”
 

“I know and that’s scary enough.”
 

I chuckle. “For you it is. For me, not so much. If you cry, you cry. The songs are beautiful and very romantic. So unless you completely lose your spot in the song, no one will know. And even if you lose it, I know the song. But I have faith in you, big man. I know that you’re more than capable of keeping yourself in check. There will be time to cry later.”
 

I smile down at him and his eyes finally meet mine. Then he kisses my stomach, just above my pubic bone and I damn near lose it.

Both Cincinnati performances go great. Talon cried the first time we sang together, but by the time we got to ‘To Be Free’, he had it under control. Though I could see the glossiness in his eyes, seeing him cry nearly made me cry.
 

Kyle continues to wait on me hand and foot and when he’s not doing it, Talon is there. It’s nice but after nine months, this is going to get old. I have three meals a day delivered to me; whether in the suite of the hotel or on the bus and I learned very quickly to eat before performances. After I was done with ‘To Be Free’ during the first concert, I felt oddly weak. I chalked it up to being tired, which is the new name of my game lately. But I was quickly brought chicken mac n’ cheese from Noodles & Company which I devoured and instantly felt better.
 

On Sunday I started tracking in my pregnancy journal the things I ate, the things I did, it even has a sleep counter. The problem with that is the fact that I barely notice when I fall asleep and usually am running straight to the bathroom to either pee or vomit when I wake up.
 

Morning sickness is something I don’t think I will ever get used to. It sucks so badly. But it seems to be first thing in the morning and the most I’ve ever done it so far is twice in one day.
 

We left Monday afternoon for Philadelphia, putting us there around midnight, which of course I was asleep for. The show isn’t until Thursday night. On Wednesday Talon is taking me to meet his mother. I can’t say I’m jumping up and down about meeting her, but it’s important to Talon. Who is also bringing Kyle along for the ride.
 

Today is Tuesday and I have a doctor’s appointment. I spent a good portion of Sunday looking for doctors in the Philly area. I didn’t want to wait until New York to get checked out; the idea scared me just a little too much. With my history, I’d rather be safe than sorry. When I couldn’t find one that sounded like I could trust, I called my normal OB back in LA.
 

Needless to say she was ecstatic for me and wanted me in immediately, under the circumstances. I told her I wasn’t in town, but that I could fly back. We have a couple of days, but she said no, and when I told her where we were headed she got really excited and called one of her best friends who is an OB in Philly. When she called me back, I am promised absolute confidentiality, and privacy. Dr. Paige (my LA doctor) also promises to send over digital copies of my medical file for Dr. Breckenridge to review before my appointment at three.
 

When I wake up on Tuesday morning, I have a double whammy going on. I have to pee and puke. Great, I’m on the damn bus. No privacy. But I throw on Talon’s t-shirt and go into the bathroom. I manage to pee before vomiting.
 

When I go back into the room, both my guys are awake. “You okay, angel?”
 

I nod.

“Did you throw up?” Kyle asks and I nod again and pull the t-shirt back off. “Oh!” Kyle says, shocked.
 

“What?” I look around and then back at him. He’s pointing toward my stomach. Talon’s mouth is hanging open.
 

I look down and squeak. “Oh, oh my god…” I touch my stomach, “Not something I ate then,” I mumble. “It’s too early, way way way too early for…I’m skinny, I know I’m skinny, but nowhere does it say anything about this
this
early.” I continue mumbling to myself and I put my hand against it. It’s hard, though it’s been gradually growing a little harder with each passing day. It’s not huge, I think I’m making this out to seem bigger than it is, but there is a definite distention just above my pubic bone. “Jesus guys, say something.” Panic wells inside me.
 

“You look fucking incredible,” Talon says softly.
 

I’ve been eating like a damn horse for three days now, more than I think I’ve eaten in a normal week. I no doubt have gained some weight, but when I put my hand against it, it disappears, that’s how tiny it is, but to me, it looks massive.
 

“Come here, baby girl,” Kyle says softly and I look up. “Why are you panicking?” he asks.
 

“I…I’m not sure,” I stutter.
 

“Well relax, we go to the doctor in,” Kyle looks at the clock, “four hours. We will get all the answers we need.”
 

I nod and climb up onto the bed and lay down. Neither one of them wastes any time in touching my belly. Which when I lay down disappears. “Sit up again,” Talon says and I laugh.
 

“Why?”
 

“Because I want to see it,” he says like a little boy and it makes me smile. I look to Kyle who shrugs.
 

“You realize there is going to come a day where it won’t go away when I lay down, right?”
 

They both laugh. “We know,” Kyle says, “but it’s so cute.” I roll my eyes.
 

“I know something else that’s cute,” I say with a salacious grin.
 

“Oh really?” Talon says. “What exactly would that be?”
 

“The two of you, entertaining me.”
 

They look at each other and shrug, then Talon reaches over, grabs Kyle by the back of the neck and pulls him into a kiss. I let out a hot rush of air from my lungs and my legs automatically scissor together. “That’s not what I had in mind,” I moan. “But don’t stop.”
 

They don’t. They both come up onto their knees and their cocks are hard as stone dangling just above my stomach as they continue to kiss. I put my hands behind my head and watch. “This is better than porn,” I mumble as Talon takes Kyle’s cock in his hand. “Fuck,” I groan.
 

My nipples are way too sore to touch them so I let my hands slide down my body. My fingers seek my clit to play with. Kyle stops me. “Oh so not fair,” I growl.
 

“Just watch, baby girl,” Kyle says, breaking his kiss with a wicked smile on his face. He slides back on the bed and leans forward, licking and sucking Talon’s cock into his mouth. Talon grunts and puts his hand in Kyle’s hair, guiding him up and down on his cock. I can’t stop my legs from scissoring together, desperate for relief.
 

I try in vain to touch my nipples and hiss through my teeth. Talon looks down at me and Kyle stops. “What’s wrong?”
 

I want to cry. “They hurt so bad,” I groan. “I want to touch them, but it hurts.”
 

Kyle’s hand dips down between my legs and immediately finds my clit. My nipples harden and I groan in pain and pleasure. Then I watch as Kyle takes Talon back into his mouth while continuing to flick my clit. I writhe in pleasure as they continue above me.
 

Kyle slides two fingers inside of me and I explode almost instantly. My pussy is sensitive and I shatter. Grinding my hips against his hand while he continues to suck Talon off. But once I have my orgasm Kyle stops, sitting up, and licking his fingers. Talon steals his hand and puts Kyle’s fingers in his mouth. “That’s so fucking hot,” Kyle groans and I’m instantly ready for another. Kyle gets off of the bed and goes to the infamous drawer. Pulling out lube and the little silver bullet. I scowl at him as he clicks it on, handing it to Talon who promptly brushes it against my slit.