Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
NAT
Later that night, after both kids were finally asleep, I dragged Asher to the living room to get the real story on what had happened at the meeting today with Cole.
At my sharp shove, Asher collapsed onto the couch, and I curled up on the cushion next to his, tucking my legs beneath me as I faced him. “Okay, spill.”
“What makes you think there’s a story?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please. You can’t keep anything from me.”
“That’s not true. I keep plenty from you.”
“Is that so?” I raised a brow. “Need I remind you about when you told me Nash was the one who ruined my favorite pair of jeans in high school?”
“That didn’t count. You tricked me into tellin’ you that. Like I’d rat on him voluntarily.”
I shrugged, unrepentant. “Still weren’t able to keep it from me. How about ratting on yourself about eatin’ my birthday cupcake in fourth grade? Or tellin’ me about your first failed sexual encounter? Probably would’ve been better off keepin’ that one to yourself. Or how about?—”
Asher groaned, cutting me off. “Fine, I get it.” He heaved out a deep sigh, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Seems Aubrey kept some things from me.”
I raised my brows. “Like, that the kids are her secret love children from the mail carrier?”
“The mail carrier is Edna, so that logic doesn’t exactly hold up.”
“And your sister having a love child, period, does? She was a saint and totally in love with Nathan.”
Asher grunted an approximation of agreement.
“So, what was the secret she kept from you?”
“I guess it wasn’t so much a secret, as me just completely forgettin’ about any mention of it.”
“If you don’t get to the point soon, I’m gonna scream, and if I scream, we’re gonna have two crabby, cryin’ children on our hands. So, you better?—”
“She named me their guardian.”
I shut my mouth, my teeth snapping audibly as I stared at Asher, who stared right back. There was no use trying to hide my shock—I couldn’t stop my eyes from nearly bugging out. And even if I could, it didn’t matter because he’d be able to read me anyway.
Besides, the last thing he needed was me walking on glass around him. That had never been our way, and he wouldn’t want to be handled with kid gloves. Despite the fact that his world had been rocked not once but twice in less than a week.
“I would’ve thought your sister knew at least one person more responsible than you.”
Asher breathed out a laugh, though I knew there wasn’t much humor in it. “Yeah, me too. But you know it’s just us. Which means it was either me or the in-laws.”
I scrunched up my nose, having heard enough stories from Aubrey to know the Haywards were the exact kind of people I despised. The exact kind my daddy had attempted to mold me into—elitist snobs who got ahead using their power. “Then you were definitely the better choice.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“C’mon, Ash, you’re great with them, and they love you.”
“They love me ’cause I give them ice cream for lunch. Clearly I don’t know what I’m doin’. At all.”
“You’ll figure it out.” I said the words, though there wasn’t much conviction behind them.
Truthfully, I had no idea how he was going to do this. Not just the how—as in, how he’d find a way to raise two kids with absolutely zero experience. But how —as in, how was he going to leave his life in Nashville behind? How was he going to leave behind the promise of a mega career and, instead, make a life back in the hometown both of us had run from?
The music scene in Havenbrook wasn’t exactly booming, which meant he couldn’t pursue his dreams here. The label interested in signing him would want him producing music in a studio and going on tour—the former, something Havenbrook certainly didn’t have, and the latter made nearly impossible with the kids.
Accepting the role of guardian to June and Owen like his sister wanted meant all his aspirations would come to a dead end.
“I’m gonna have to,” he said. “The other option is the Haywards, and if that happens, they’ll whisk June and Owen off to Connecticut, and I don’t know if I’d ever see them. I don’t think it’d even faze Nathan’s parents to cut me completely out of the kids’ lives.”
I could hear the pain in his voice, just at the thought of not being able to see his niece and nephew when he wanted. Yes, he’d resided in Nashville the entirety of both June’s and Owen’s lives, but he traveled back to Havenbrook as often as his schedule allowed. And Aubrey, Nathan, and the kids had made a couple trips to Tennessee to visit him as well. No longer being able to see them on a whim would absolutely kill him.
“Well, you don’t need to worry about that, right?” I said. “Because Aubrey wanted you, and that’s all that matters.”
“I hope so.”
“What are you gonna do about everything else…the meeting with the label? Have you heard from your manager?”
“Yeah, Carla’s called. Sent some flowers. The meeting’s on hold for now, and she told me to take my time.” He huffed a laugh. “Somehow, I don’t think she meant eighteen years to raise kids, though.”
The thought of being tied down like that made my skin itch. I adored those kids, but hanging out with them once in a while and being in charge of raising them were two different things.
“So, what happens now?”
“There’ll still be a hearing, but…” He blew out a long breath and shook his head, returning his gaze to mine. “How long are you plannin’ to stay?”
Without him saying a word, I felt his unasked plea as loudly as if he’d shouted it in my ear. He still wanted me here, by his side. I could stay for a while. Most of my upcoming shoots could be rescheduled—except for the one at the end of the month in Ireland. That was an opportunity not so easily rearranged.
Before I could respond, Asher’s phone lit up on the coffee table, vibrating across the wood as Cole Donovan’s name flashed on the screen.
“Shit, a call from him this late can’t be good,” Asher mumbled before answering the phone. “Hey, Cole. What’s up?”
He listened for a few moments before his eyes lifted to meet mine. I had half a mind to reach over, snatch the phone from him, and put it on speaker, just so I could hear the full conversation. But instead, I behaved myself, all the while straining to listen to Cole’s side.
“They don’t waste any time, do they?” Asher scrubbed a hand down his face.
I leaned even closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder in an effort to decipher what Cole was saying. Unfortunately, all I could make out was the hum of his voice, not any of the actual words he was speaking.
“Can they win?” Asher asked, his tone making my head snap up.
His brow was furrowed, his eyes shadowed with concern. I gestured to his phone, miming that he should put it on speaker. Fortunately, we’d been perfecting our telepathic language for years, so he knew immediately what I was saying without saying it.
He held out the phone between us and pressed the speaker button, catching Cole mid-sentence. “—judge is ultra conservative, but your sister was specific in her wishes. She and her husband named you in their wills, and we also have the video. Hopefully that’ll be enough to tip this in your favor.”
Their conversation continued, the phone held aloft between me and Asher, and with each word, the knots in my stomach tightened. I couldn’t imagine how he felt, hearing that someone was not only trying to go against his sister’s final wishes, but that, if they were successful, the bastards would be able to rip June and Owen away from him. The last of his blood family.