Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Raleigh
2 YEARS LATER
There’s no doubt about it, getting to be the woman Ezra comes home to every single night is the greatest feeling in the world, but second to that, is this right here. Getting to stand in the wing of the stage, holding our daughter as Demon’s Curse prepares to take the stage for their biggest tour yet.
It’s opening night, and it’s the wildest feeling in the world. The whole atmosphere is vibing tonight. I thought the Bleed For Me tour was insane, but turns out, I didn’t even understand the meaning of insane.
The last tour was made up of songs that came from a place of brokenness and despair. They were about regrets and needing to make things right. But this tour, the songs are about raw, unadulterated passion. They’re about love, family, and commitment. And of course, it wouldn’t be Ezra if there wasn’t a song about getting head under the table at his wedding reception . . . Which may or may not have an element of truth to it.
It took all of two weeks after returning from Switzerland for Ezra to officially make me his wife. And a little over a month later, our sweet little girl was on the way.
Alexia Rose Knight came bursting into the world three weeks early after putting me through my paces with an emergency c-section, and from the moment she opened her big blue eyes, she was wrapped around her daddy’s little finger.
Ezra has millions of crazy fans across the globe, but not one of them adores him as much as this sweet baby girl does. I swear, the two of them are like two peas in a pod. She’ll be able to play guitar before she can even talk. Actually, she reminds me a lot of Axel in that way. Ezra always jokes that she’s Axel reincarnated. Everything she does has his mannerisms mixed in with a bunch of Ezra’s, and every day that she looks up at me and gives me that big toothy grin, it makes me miss my brother more.
He never got the chance to meet her, and I always find myself wondering if the boys had never left me behind, would Ezra and I have started having children sooner? Would there have been a chance that Axel could have met my little girl? Could she have had the chance to know how incredible her uncle was?
All these questions have dwelled in my mind, and they’re generally a guaranteed way for my mood to plummet to ground zero. But not tonight. Tonight is too big to allow my mind to take a deep dive into the what ifs and should have beens.
As the crowd cheers for the upcoming show, I fix Alexia’s noise-canceling headphones over her ears. These things are a gift from the heavens, but not even they are capable of completely blocking out the insanity that surrounds us.
The lights begin to darken, and Alexia squeals with excitement. We’ve been preparing her for tonight for the past few weeks, warning her just how loud and big it’s going to be, but this kid isn’t afraid of anything. She couldn’t be more excited.
Madds steps in from behind me, making sure to make a big deal about Alexia before cradling her swollen stomach. It won’t be long, and Alexia’s new favorite person will be here. I can just see them now, best friends until the end of time. Just like me and the candle-obsessed sideshow beside me.
Dylan and Madds have been going strong since the day of the accidental sex tape discovery, and when Dylan came to me last night and let me know he was planning to propose after the opening show, I couldn’t be more excited. Until he had to ruin it by telling me how he plans on doing it, and apparently, no amount of arguing will get him to change his mind about tying the ring to a piece of string, and then tying the other end of said string to his dick. So when she goes down on him after the show, he can pop the question, while also popping a stiffy in true Dylan Pope style. Though to be honest, I think Madds wouldn’t have it any other way, but the day their grandchildren come asking about how Poppa asked Nana to marry him, I’d kill to be a fly on the wall.
The lights fade until it’s almost pitch black in the massive stadium, and with almost ninety thousand people cheering for the boys, the atmosphere is simply wild. Then, like a flash of lightning, Rock slams down on the drums and my eyes widen, having no idea how the fuck he just appeared on stage.
A spotlight shines over him as he gives the best damn intro I’ve ever heard, his drums working overtime tonight, and then a second spotlight illuminates Dylan closest to us, and Madds screams along with the other ninety thousand people. “I LOVE YOU, YOU HORNY RAT BASTARD!”