Page 107 of Bluebird
“Oh God. What if they hate it?”
“Impossible.”
I gave him a solemn look. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious. A contemporary infusion of classics and rock songs? What’s not to love? They’re going to be begging for more, just wait.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve performed. I think I’ve forgotten how.”
“What did you tell me once? That when you step on stage and start to play, everyone fades into the background. Right?”
My lips tipped up on one side. “Almosteveryone.”
“That’s right. I’ll be the one cheering you on from the front row so loud it’ll be obnoxious, I promise.” I chuckled as he liftedmy hand to his lips and kissed my wedding band. “You always make your husband proud. Always.” Then he took my chin and gave me a soft kiss that lingered—one I was looking forward to continuing tonight.
“I love you,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his. His hands squeezed mine, firm and steady. Always my rock.
“I love you, Reid. This is the beginning of your dreams coming true. I feel it.”
“No. You’re wrong about that,” I said, lifting my head to meet his eyes. “My dream began before I met you. In that little coffee aisle at Joe’s, when you saw me and what we could be before I even knew to look up.”
Ollie’s eyes glassed over, and I kissed his full lips again.
“Thank you for saving me,” I said, and I meant that in every way. He’d not only saved my life, but he’d saved my soul. He’d saved my hope when I had none. The man I was lucky enough to wake up next to every day had brought me back to life, and as I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage, I knew that with him by my side, lifting me up as I did him, I’d never fall.
Andthatwas what dreams were made of.
