“I love Jagger. He’s like my brother. He’s the only one who knows my secrets.”
“I’m not and never have tried to come between you and Jagger.”
“I know that.”
“You don’t act like it. I’m a grown-ass woman and this is some high school bullshit. You need to get you a girlfriend so you’ll have something to do with your time and energy.”
“I will never have a girlfriend.” He smirked. So was he trying to tell me he was gay? Nah! He’s like the second most popular one in the group.
“I just want to say I’m sorry about everything.”
“Fine. I accept your apology.” Reluctantly of course, definitely sleeping with my eyes open.
“Thanks, you know for listening to me.”
“Yeah, no problem. It’s all good.” That was only half true. I was still going to have my guard up around him.
“Okay. Well. I’m going to see myself out.”
I didn’t respond to that. I tilted my head toward the door and watched him walk out of the suite. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.
This guy Winston Kingsley was a whole mess. If Jagger has a baby with me he’s going to be really jealous. I should of it as when— when we have a baby Winston is going to really hate me. I have to give zero fucks. I love Jagger. He wants a baby and I’ve made up my mind. I want one too. Third times a charm, I could be a worry-free mother this time around. I would still worry of course but I wouldn’t have the financial worries I had when I married young and had Kennedy.
Erik and I struggled in the beginning. We didn’t start out with decent careers when we were young. I got pregnant early and it wasn’t a cakewalk. It was hard. Both of my kids were fairly healthy so I prayed the third one would be also. I was getting excited about the prospect of having a wittle baby.
I’d talk to both my kids about it and they didn’t seem to mind. I never called Jagger Jag but I could see a little baby Jag in our future. A baby girl could be called Jagger too. But a junior would be difficult for any child to live up to. That would be too much pressure. No name’s sake. No juniors. I was getting ahead of myself. There were so many other things to do first. I wanted this to work. I always wanted to have three kids but I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea financially. When Erik started making more money he told me flat out he didn’t want any more kids. How ironic, he had a third kid with someone else.
I wanted a new diaper changing future with Jagger. I never imagined that my dream of three kids would happen this late in life. If this happens it would be just want I always wanted. I didn’t think I had room in my heart to love another man but Jagger walked into Sweet Treats. I know I have enough room in my heart to love a baby, Jagger’s baby.
Chapter 31
KATRINA
Today was a new day. This was my second day in London. All the trips and vacations started to shrink down to none after the first few years of my marriage. Erik and I honeymooned in Hawaii and it was nice at the time.
Being with Jagger was a completely different experience. I hated to admit it but it was like I felt young all over again. Jagger suggested that when school was out Aaron could come on tour with the band and do a documentary feature on Toxic Shock. It would give Aaron a real filmmaking credit. I was going to consider it. I wasn’t going to get Aaron’s hopes up before I was sure about it.
Jagger’s time at the Abbey Road recording studio yesterday lasted a few hours. He came back to the suite excited. He’d meet and jammed with Roddy Ricch. I didn’t know how that was but he told me he was a rapper.
After morning sex and breakfast in bed we showered and got dressed. We both wore jeans and hoodies. Jagger always wore a baseball cap when he was hiding from people and trying to go unnoticed. He had nice silky and recognizable wild hair. He nixed the jewelry, earring and anything flashy. It made sense.
Jagger was driving me out to the countryside to meet his aunt Linda. She was his mother’s only sister. She had a wife and an adopted daughter that was seven. I wasn’t sure if I should feel nervous or not. I’d never met anybody that Jagger was blood-related to. As far as I knew he didn’t have any other blood relatives but Linda. He never mentioned grandparents.
We were in a black SUV with tinted windows and headed to Beaconsfield in South East London. The steering wheel on the other side was a lot to get used to. Driving on the left side of the road was also pretty odd for me. The flow of traffic made me nervous but I didn’t let Jagger know. He was a good driver. It wasn’t him it was everyone else that made me anxious.
After a long drive, we pulled off a paved road to an open metal gate. The road was dusty and wooded just like in scary movies. Jagger stopped on the other side of an opened gate and put the truck in park. He hopped out of the truck and closed the gate behind the truck. We drove down the one-lane dusty road and after a few seconds we came upon a large cottage sitting in the middle of nowhere.
The place was made of rust-colored bricks. It looked old but very well kept. It was almost like a little castle hidden away on farmland. The land around the house was bright green and pristine.
Jagger stopped the truck only a few feet
