Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (29 page)

I look at Raine and cock my head, she shrugs. “Cami, not baby, babies.” I emphasize.
 

“Oh my god, how many are you having, girl?”
 

I laugh at her excitement. “Two, just two.”
 

“No wonder you’re a mess. God, one for me was enough to knock me on my ass for a while, I can’t imagine, two…” she breathes out the last word. “Well then, double congrats. Whose?” She asks gently.
 

I laugh. “I wish I knew. They’re either Talon or Kyle’s.”
 

“You little minx.”
 

“Or both… they’re fraternal twins, which means two eggs, which means there’s a small chance that they could each have one in here.”
 

“Oh my god.” She laughs. “Do you know when it happened?”
 

“Albuquerque based on all the information I can find. That’s about the time.”
 

“Oh god, that was right after you left Phoenix.” I blush. “I can’t imagine how you do it. Dealing with both of them like you do. I commend you for it, really I do. Tristan is a handful as it is. Speaking of which…” she looks to the door.
 

“Did you leave him outside?” She nods. “Tristan!” I shout and the door opens. Tristan is standing on the other side and I can see Tyson behind him. “Get in here,” I say playfully and he comes into the room. Raine slides back into the corner.
 

“Hey Addison, how you doing?” he asks with a little bit of a blush.
 

“Better now.” I smile. “How are you?”
 

“Can’t complain.” He smiles.
 

“Babe, she’s having twins,” Cami tells him.
 

“No way?” He has a big grin on his face. “That’s so awesome, congrats Addison.”
 

“Thank you.” I blush.
 

Cami, Tristan, Raine and I chat for a little longer until the nurse comes in to take some blood for some final tests. “Call me. Let’s have lunch tomorrow if you’re up to it,” Cami says with a smile on her face.
 

“I’d love to.” The nurse sets about getting me ready while I talk to Cami. “Have we rescheduled the studio?”
 

“We did. Marc says he’ll do it Saturday morning. Other than the concert, the schedule is clear.” She looks at Raine, who nods. “She has all the details you need. Oh, and after the photo shoot with the band, and you get yours done. I’ve arranged for some private time with the photographer, for you, Talon and Kyle.”
 

“Cami, you didn’t have to…”
 

“Nonsense. It was actually Tristan’s idea. When we were pregnant with Jaden, some of our most cherished pictures are from that time. Of course the ones that came after are more so, but we still have several hanging in our house. Soak it up. The session is private, you three, plus the photographer. Who is a very dear friend of mine. We can discuss when to announce, later.”
 

“It won’t be until after the tour.”
 

Cami smiles, “We’ll shoot for that, but Addison?”

“Huh? Ouch.” The nurse pokes me with a needle.
 

“What are you now? Six weeks?” I nod. “Big clothing isn’t going to cover you for very long. What you’re wearing now, and how you’re lying isn’t very flattering, but I think it will have to come out sooner than you want. We will keep a lid on it as long as we can. I promise.”

I nod my understanding. “I…”
 

“Oh I understand, believe me. So we will do what we can and I’m sure your fashion sense will keep you looking normal and not raise too many questions. No one even knows you’re here.”
 

“Okay good. Besides, what happened could be twisted into something else, if it got out.”
 

The nurse finishes and interjects, “We’ll be back shortly to take you for another ultrasound.” She quietly leaves the room.
 

“Look, let’s just get you better and get you out of here. Raine’s started working on handling tonight’s show, assuming you’re not cleared to perform.”
 

I snort. “I doubt Talon and Kyle would let me anyway.”
 

She smiles, “They take pretty good care of you, you know?” I nod. “But if the doctor says it’s okay and you feel up to it…”
 

“Oh, I can handle those two, and as of right now, if I get out of here at a reasonable time, I plan on being there.”
 

“Good to hear,” Tristan says.
 

“Speaking of which, is this going to affect anything else that’s in the works?”
 

“If it does, I’ll sue their asses for discrimination,” Cami says with a smile on her face. “Don’t worry about that now. There’s a lot you can still do while you’re pregnant and anyone who wants you as bad as they’re claiming right now, they ain’t gonna care.”

“That makes me happy.”
 

“Good, now get some rest.”
 

“We’ll see you later,” Tristan says behind her as he escorts her from the room. I smile when I see his hand on the small of her back as they leave the room.

“Alright, Raine, what do you have for me?” I ask and we start talking.

“Does it mean anything that you can’t see the heartbeats?” I ask the doctor who’s doing my ultrasound.
 

“No, not at this stage. You’re measuring great at six weeks and they’re both looking great on the ultrasound. But I’d like for you to come back to the hospital next week to have a follow-up ultrasound. We can schedule an appointment for you before you leave. By then we should be able to see the heartbeats and we can check on things.”

He pulls the wand out, another internal ultrasound, ugh. He hands me a couple of pictures of both babies. “I’ll go ahead and discharge you. Your lab work looks great, your HCg levels have gone up even since yesterday, so that’s a great sign. If you feel any cramping, discomfort, or something just doesn’t feel right, come back in to the ER.”
 

I take a deep breath, trying not to panic. “Do I have any restrictions?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, just get some rest and get back on track with eating and drinking. You may notice some increased urination because of all the IV fluids we’ve given you and the anti-nausea medicine will be wearing off soon.”

“I have a concert tonight.”
 

“As a patron or?”
 

“As a singer, but I only sing two songs throughout the show. Am I okay to do that?”
 

He hesitates. “Go with your gut instinct. If you have the ability to back out of it, I would consider it, but if you continue to eat and feel alright as the day goes on and you limit your stress and excitement, I think you’d be alright. Just take it easy,” he tells me with a smile.

The nurse helps me back into the wheelchair and takes me back to my room where Raine is waiting patiently, working on her laptop.
 

“Go ahead and get changed, I’ll be back with some care instructions, your discharge papers and we will send you on your way.”
 

“Thanks,” I tell her as she helps me up and then leaves the room.
 

“I’ll rally the troops,” Raine says as she hops up out of her chair.
 

“Can I ask you something?” I say to her and she stops in her tracks looking at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this? The tour and everything?”
 

“Oh my goodness, are you kidding me? I am so stoked you have NOO idea!” she exclaims with such an infectious attitude that I can feel mine shifting as well. “Besides, Dex has the hots for me.”
 

I snort a laugh. “Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but Dex has the hots for anything with legs, a vagina and tits.”
 

“Oh I know, and it’s damn fun making him work for it.”
 

“Oh my god, and Cami called me a minx.” We both burst out laughing.
 

“Get dressed. I’ll be back in when the nurse comes with your paperwork. Which will be in like three hours.” She rolls her eyes and I know immediately that we’re going to get along just fine.
 

An hour later and I’m in a wheelchair, being pushed by Raine and flanked on both sides by Tori and Rusty, and I’m on my way out of the hospital. I haven’t called the guys just yet, I’ll do it from the car. It’s just after twelve so I am left to decide what I want to eat for lunch and I decide on room service back at the hotel. Tori calls ahead to place my order. I have a feeling she’s in on this gig and will make sure I eat, even if the guys don’t. Once we are on our way, I call Kyle.

“Hey sweet girl.”
 

“Hi cowboy, how are things there?”
 

“A mess, but they’re straightening out quickly. We’ve got some new equipment and we’re coordinating with the venue for some of theirs. We’ve moved everything over to the venue and the crew and the guys are getting it set up. They’re running sound around two, two thirty, at least that’s the goal. But enough about what’s happening here, how are you?”
 

“I’m great. I’m in the car on my way back to the hotel.”
 

“Oh sweetie, that’s awesome.”
 

“What’s going on, Ky?” I hear Talon in the background.
 

“She’s doing great and in the car, they’ve discharged her.”
 

“Let me say hi,” Talon says and I hear the phone change hands. “Hi angel.”
 

“Hi big man.”
 

“You’re doing good?”
 

“I’m great, now that I’m leaving. Tori ordered lunch from the hotel to be delivered to the room. Raine is with me. I want to take a shower and then come down to you guys.”
 

“Nope, you need to rest.”
 

“Talon, please, I’m fine. The doctor said everything is fine with me and the babies. I’m really wound up and…”
 

“Alright,” he says softly. “Eat first, shower, get dressed and have them bring you down here. But Addison?”

“Yeah?”
 

“You will take it easy once you get here, you hear me.”
 

“Yes big man, I hear you,” I say with a smile. He can’t say no to me and I love it.

“Alright, I love you, here’s Ky.”
 

“Love you too.”
 

They pass the phone. “I know, it’s fine,” I hear Talon say to Kyle.
 

“What was that all about?”

“Me arguing with him about you coming down here. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
 

I love that he’s expressing his concern to me. “Listen cowboy, I have been in a hospital bed for twenty-four hours. For the first time, I slept amazing and I am full of energy. I don’t want to sit around the hotel room waiting for you guys to come back. So please, let me come there. I will behave, I will listen, and I will not lift a finger. I just want to be near you and Talon.”
 

“Baby girl, you know I can’t say no to you.”
 

I smile wide. “I know, cowboy. I love you. I’m going to eat, shower, and get dressed, I’ll be there soon.”
 

“I love you too, baby girl.”
 

We hang up and Raine looks like she’s gonna gag. “Oh come on, we’re not that bad.” We both laugh. I hear Rusty snort from the front seat. “Oh not you too, Rusty?” Then Tori snorts and everyone is laughing.
 

Pressure, pain, heartache, depression and guilt, all washed away compliments of a pretend gag.

Raine hangs out with me while I eat, then leaves to go change and get ready to go with me to the theater where the show is taking place for the next three nights.
 

After my shower, I pull my hair back into a messy bun, throw on a pair of my button up, drawstring, elastic cargo nylon pants and decide that I need a lot more of these for the coming months. They stretch and fit beautifully. Not wanting it to be too obvious, and since most of my shirts are pretty form fitting, I steal one of Kyle’s from his drawer. His shirts are not overly big on me, but they hang lower, giving me flexibility in fluffing for additional hiding.