Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 63
“You’re right. What was I thinking? Should we study for the history quiz now?”
“If you still insist on making me study instead of giving me a cheat sheet.”
I patted his leg as I stood. “Sorry, not happening.”
I retrieved the key for the study guide I’d given out while he dug out his World History book and his copy.
We spent the next hour going through it, until finally, I took the history book from his lap and slammed it closed dramatically.
“That’s enough of ancient civilization. You’re going to do just fine on Monday.” He rubbed his hands together. “I feel an A coming my way.”
“Where the hell is Gio? Sound check is in ten.” Gabe was wasting his breath. I looked up from my phone. “He’s probably snorting up somewhere. He’ll show when he shows.” I fixed a hard look on Lowell. “I’m surprised you aren’t with him.”
“Fuck off,” he growled and went back to tuning his bass. Gabe and I shared a look. This wasn’t working anymore for either of us. The band was constantly at each other’s throats.
Gabe’s fists clenched at his sides and I could see the muscle working in his jaw. My drummer was a hot head and it didn’t take much to set him off. I rose from the leather couch and put a hand on his shoulder. “Chill man, I’ll call Gio and find out where he’s at.”
I walked out of the dressing room and released a heavy breath. This shit was getting old. Some days I felt more like their parent than the lead singer. Shit, guess I better get used to that feeling.
Where was Katya anyway? She should have been here by now. Not that I minded the breathing room for a change. Things with her had been . . . better since we got back to New York. I guess. She was less hostile and bitchy.
We actually talked baby names, and she decided on a theme for the nursery. We didn’t know the gender yet, her appointment to find out wasn’t for a few more days, but she was set on a starry theme either way.
While she was out yesterday, I’d surprised her by starting the painting in the nursery. It’d given me something to do, because I was weirdly nervous for her appointment.
Like it was all going to be that much more real once the baby wasn’t just an it, but a boy or a girl. Katya was hoping for a boy. I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t care as long as he or she was healthy.
I was concerned Katya wasn’t gaining enough weight. I felt like I was practically force feeding her these days to make sure she was eating enough. Her model eating habits were ingrained so deep. I just wanted to shove a cheeseburger down her throat.
Out of habit, I walked over to my guitar case intent on retrieving the flask filled with Jameson from inside, in need of just a little to take the edge off. I stopped, remembering I was trying out being dry for a while.
I did stupid shit when I was drinking, and I couldn’t afford anymore stupid. I stepped out of the lounge area and pulled up Gio’s number on my phone.
Backstage was chaos as the crew barked orders at each other, carting equipment around, readying for tonight’s show. I moved farther away from the commotion and hit call. The ringing started, and a second later the familiar Metallica song sounded nearby.
What the hell?