He nodded. “Kitty, don’t beat yourself up about this, ok? You tell me every time something doesn’t go quite right that there’s a good reason behind it and you’re right. For whatever reason, it wasn’t the right time for us. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t try again.”
He gently lifted her chin. “And think about it. I would have still had at least three months on the road. I would have missed almost half the pregnancy and I don’t want it to be that way, Kit. I’m your husband, your partner and when you’re pregnant, I want to be there taking care of you. Now, don’t get me wrong here, I’m bummed. I am. But, I also know that timing is a factor too.”
He reached forward and gently wiped her tears. “You must have a million different emotions right now and that’s totally ok. Feel ‘em all, baby.”
She forced a grin and met his eyes. “I agree with what you said. It wasn’t the right time. It breaks my heart. It hurts like hell.”
He squeezed her hand. “I know, babe. We’ll get through this. We will. First priority, though, is your healing and recovery. Tiny steps, ok?”
She nodded and leaned forward to kiss him. “Ok.
A few days had passed and Kit’s strength was coming back quicker than she had anticipated. She had been pleasantly surprised at how Sully had been there as a constant by her side every day.
She could tell he was antsy and knew there were a plethora of factors and concerns to address with him, but she let them go for now. He was right. Her recovery would need to take center stage right now before figuring out how to make heads or tails of their marriage.
She gazed out the window of her VIP suite and thought about everything that had transpired, including what flashed before her eyes before she lost consciousness in the office and some very strange dreams she had in the hospital about Kirby that seemed real.
A knock on the doorway of her suite got her attention. Before she could look over, she heard a familiar and comforting voice call out. “Is this a good time, kid?”
Lew’s presence was a welcomed distraction from her introspective reflection on recent events. She smiled and waved him in. “Yes, of course.”
He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then pulled the chair closer to her bedside and took her hand. His kind brown eyes were shrouded with concern. “You gave us all quite a scare. Glad you’re ok. The world needs you, Kitten.”
Her eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you for that, Lew.”
He nodded and met her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
She forced a grin. “Better. Every moment seems to get a little better.”
He grinned. “Good. Jonathan put you on medical leave at my urging. He didn’t have a problem with it. He said he’d come see you when he’s back in town next week. He’s out in New York right now.”
Her eyes widened. “Omigod, the meetings! I…”
He held up his hand. “Think nothing of it. Jonathan and Pete have got you covered. You focus on your recovery. That’s the most important thing right now.” She nodded and cast her eyes down. He frowned, concerned. “Kit, is everything ok?”
Her eyes welled up with tears and she shook her head. She looked up and met his eyes. The flashbacks that happened in the mere moments when she was losing consciousness were back.
She saw Joe and the band and when she got her first Grammy. But then she saw something else that seemed like a glimpse into her future and confused her. Her marrying Sully on a beach. Her on a stage singing to a sold out arena. Joe looking deep into her eyes and telling her that the world needed her out front now and to go for it with one of his buccaneer grins she loved that made him look like he was conspiring. It proved to be nothing but confusing, yet she couldn’t dismiss the nagging feeling. Now, she was questioning everything.
She sighed. “Lew, something feels off. Something feels broken. Something in me has changed and I have no idea how to put it into words. They tell me that I died on the table for about thirty seconds but they were able to easily bring me back. Since I came to after my surgery everything feels different. I’m feeling disconnected from who I used to be and like some new part of me is emerging.”
She met his eyes. “Now I realize this may sound melancholy and strange, but I’m not quite sure how to go back to my regular life. I’ve been writing like crazy in the last few days.” She leaned over to reach for her notepad and pen.
He stopped her and shook his head. “Let me. You stay put.” He grabbed the notepad and handed it to her.
She scanned it and then handed it back to him. “Lyrics… songs… melodies… arrangements. All of it streaming through me. Look at this notepad!”
He took it from her and scanned the contents, pleasantly surprised by what he was seeing. He slowly raised his head to look at her in awe. “You wrote these songs in a few days?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes.”
He chuckled. “You’re on your way to an album here, Kitten. No doubt a platinum one.”
She smiled wide as her emerald green eyes lit up. “Think I could sell ‘em off? Or should I save ‘em for one of my artists that I produce or put on my label?”
He shook his head and set the tablet on her bedside table. “None of the above.”
She frowned. “Huh? I thought you said they were
