Page 24 of Rock On

Besides, she’d been too busy annoying Kyson. Or he’d been annoying her. It was mutual and entertaining to watch. There was as big of a betting pool on them as there was on Stix and Stone.

And now, here I was again. Considering I hated concerts, this was the fifth Spring Harbor Music Festival I’d attended. Tonight,Waterstonewas making their annual appearance. My husband was on stage, my sister was beside me in the VIP section, and I was getting ready to spring a big surprise. I couldn’t think of a better place. The festival held a special place in our hearts, since it was where we’d met.

Marley leaned over to me. “Your song is up next. You ready?”

“More than ready. This has been killing me.”

She laughed, but then the group segued intoLight Up MySky.Smiling, I swayed to the smooth melody, waiting for Jerrin to sing,You’re mine. And I’m yours. Until our end.

Stone and Kyson were smirking at me. The band was in on this, Jerrin being the only one in the dark. Marley had thought I should tell them, so they wouldn’t be shocked when Jerrin froze. We’d had a secret band meeting and all of them had been over the moon about baby Watersky. And yeah, they were all about teasing me and Jerrin about the ship name. Over the years, I’d discovered they were just like family to me—obnoxious family, but family nonetheless.

Blu hit the bass riff right before the lyric I waited for, and I picked up the cardboard I’d been hiding on the floor in front of me. My heart fluttered as Jerrin sang the words. His eyes were on me as they always were for that part, and I unfolded the sign.

As expected, my husband stopped singing and the arm holding his mic dropped to his side. The content production manager, who’d been filming the band and occasionally panning across the audience for the Jumbotron screens, turned her camera on me, and the crowd started to scream when they read the sign:

The baby watch is over. Guess who’s gonna be a daddy in seven months.

“Really?” Jerrin asked, though I could only read his lips.

I nodded, smiling so wide my face hurt.

He punched the air and lifted the mic. “Hey, y’all!” he yelled. “Congratulate me! We’re having a baby!”

While people cheered, he jumped down from the stage, reminiscent of the firstWaterstoneconcert I’d attended, and kissed me.

“I love you, Mrs. Waterstone.”

“Back atcha, Mr. Waterstone. Now, go get finished, so we can go home and celebrate.”

“You have a deal.”

After another quick, hard kiss, his hand on my flat belly, he hopped back onstage and grabbed his mic. “Now where were we? Oh yeah…Light Up My Sky. Let’s go.”