Falling for the Rockstar

Chapter 26 - Louis

We are in Paris, and it almost feels surreal to finally have a few days off after all the hectic days of the tour. It's the first time in a long while that we truly have time for ourselves. There's nothing we have to do now—no appointments, no performances, no fans chasing us. Just the two of us and the city around us.

"You know, I'd love to have you here with me, without all the tour madness," I say softly as I sit next to Grace on the bed. She's looking out the window, the view of Paris fading into twilight, and I watch her as she gets lost in her thoughts.

"But you can't just stop the tour." She voices the thought that's been lingering on my tongue. "It's your job, Louis. I know that."

She turns to look at me, her eyes soft but thoughtful. "And what happens after the tour? What do we do then? What about the future?"

"We can find a home together," I say with a slight smile. "A house in England. You, me, the baby. A place where we can just be ourselves. And when the next tour comes, you could come with me. We'll figure it out together, step by step. We'll handle it the way we think is right."

Grace reflects, and I can see her warming to the idea. "It sounds... almost too good to be true," she finally says, her voice gentle.

"It won't always be easy," I say. "But we can do it together. And if you're with me on tour, I'm sure we'll make it all work."

She smiles and places her hand on mine. Then, after a brief pause, she says something that makes me chuckle. "You know, I always imagined it differently. I thought I'd be married before having a child."

I laugh quietly and can't resist the chance to tease her a little. "Well, we can still change that," I say with a mischievous grin. "Why not do both? Get married, have the baby—check everything off at once."

She shakes her head with a smile, but I can see the relief in her eyes. "You're crazy," she says, though I know she's feeling a little reassured too.

"Maybe," I reply, "but you know you love me."

"Maybe," she answers with a playful wink.

I gently pull Grace closer to me until she leans against me, resting her head on my shoulder. Her hair smells of the perfume she always wears, and there's nothing that calms me more than having her like this with me.

"You know," I say softly, "I never thought I'd have to take on so much responsibility. But now, with you and the baby, it all somehow feels... right."

Grace sighs quietly and closes her eyes for a moment. "I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this either. But now that we're here, everything somehow feels... okay. Like we can make this work together."

The room is silent, only our breathing filling the space. My gaze drifts to her belly. Slowly, I let my hand glide over her stomach, almost as if I'm afraid to apply too much pressure. It feels so surreal—this moment, this life growing inside her. My child. "I'm going to be a dad," I finally say, softly, almost reverently. The words feel strange coming from me, and I feel my eyes welling up.

Grace lifts her head and looks at me. In her eyes, there's so much, it almost overwhelms me: love, fear, hope. "Yeah, you are," she whispers, and there's something in her voice that completely calms me.

My fingers gently stroke her belly, and I feel my heart race and calm at the same time. "This is crazy," I murmur, more to myself. "There's a little person in there. Our little person."

She smiles, and that's the moment I completely melt. I swallow, feeling my eyes burn even more. "I want both of you to be happy. Always."

Grace places her hand on mine and gently presses it against her belly. "Lou, you're going to be an amazing dad," she says firmly. "I know it."