My Best Friend

Chapter 27

FEW MONTHS LATER:

FAITH POV: I'm now over 7 months pregnant. I feel huge! I can't wait for this baby to be born. My album is coming along and surprisingly almost done. The label released my first single, it's called Wild One and so far has gotten a huge reaction with country music fans. It's quickly climbing up the charts. I couldn't be happier. Tim's album was released and doing okay. But not as good as he would have wanted it to. His first single was in the top 20 or so. The label than released his second single but so far it's not doing as good as he would of liked it to. He's been performing around downtown Nashville at local bars and stuff. He really wants to help provide for me and the baby and I can see this is eating him up. He's hardly ever home. I wish he would just relax, things will happen for him. He's an amazing singer. He's off tonight, has nothing scheduled and for the first time in awhile, me neither. I walked in from doing some shopping and Tim was in the kitchen cooking something. I walked in and wrapped my arms around him from behind. "Hmmm something smells so good" He smiled and turned around and kissed me. "Well, I'm making my famous pasta" "oh really?" "yeah, now you look tired, why don't you go lie down and I will come get you when it's ready" "okay" I than went to the couch and lied down,I soon fell asleep. Next thing I knew I was being awakened "Faith..Faith.." "Hmm.. yeah" "Dinner is ready" "oh okay, what time is it" "a little after 6pm" "oh how I've been asleep that long?" "guess you were really tired" "yeah" "okay come on, you need to eat something" "okay" I was starving and this pasta Tim cooked looked so good. I sat down and he served me a plate. "Thanks" "no problem" He than fixed himself a plate and sat down across from me. After dinner, Tim cleaned everything up, while I went and sat down on the couch. My feet have been having some swelling, so Tim told me to go sit and put my feet up. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Hopefully all is okay. Tim than came and sat down next to me. "thanks for dinner" "oh its no problem" "so who taught you how to cook that?" "My mom actually" "oh wow, well your mom has always been a great cook" "yes she has, so what's wrong?" "Nothing" "I know there's something now talk to me" "it's just.. well this little man is coming in just about 2 months and we don't have anything" "that's okay, we can go shopping and get what we need" "With what money Tim? we are having trouble right now as it is" "yeah I know but it will get better. Listen I have some put away from gigs and what the label has been paying which isn't much because of this album but, we will be okay" "yeah I guess. So what are you going to do?" "With what?" "your album" "I honestly don't know. I just hope the label doesn't give up on me or drop me" "They wouldn't do that, you're too good" "yeah well I'm not so sure" "Hey don't say that" "I don't think I ever told you this but when we first moved here, I was looking around town for work and I came across this bar place. I went to talk to the manager about a job to sing, when I met this guy who came up to me. He's a songwriter. We sat there talking for about 2 hours. Well he showed me this song and when I first read the lyrics, I loved it. I wanted to record it" "so why didn't you?" "The label, they told me it wouldn't be a good fit. So I listened, but I always kept the song. I really want to record it" "What's the song?" "It's called Indian Outlaw" "Can I see it?" "sure" He than went and grabbed this paper that had the lyrics of the song. "I have a demo also" he said and than played the song. "so whatcha think?" "I Love it!" "yeah me too, I'm going to go to the label tomorrow and tell them I want this song" "well good for you"