Rock Show

Chapter Fifteen

~5 months later~

Jagger stretched, his shirtless muscular body showing off the newly done scars that he earned over the past five months working for the La Sangre here in Florida. This was our life now, my life intertwined with his as we lived off the grid. We've lasted.five months! I'm so proud of us!

I smiled looking back at Jagger.

"What?" He smirked down at me. "Checking me out?"

"Shut up." I yawned burning my face in his pillow I stole from him the moment he got up. This was a usual morning routen, he'd get up for work a six and I'd steal pillow, my safe haven when he's gone. The pillow always smells like him, too.

Jagger moved so the he was back in our bed hugging me tight as he kissed the top of my head. "Good morning."

"Hi." I giggled rolling over so that I was looking up at him as he hovered over me.

"I'm off today meaning I'm all yours." He told me leaning down to kiss me.

I kissed him back. "If it's your off day then why are you up already?"

He shrugged. "I dunno, used to getting up so early."

I sighed heavily. "Then go make me breakfast, then I'll think about getting up."

He chuckled softly. "Will do, baby girl."

He then moved to kiss me before getting up to go out into the kitchen of our small two bedroom apartment.

Its hard to believe that we've been here for about five months. We've been through so much together and I mean a lot. Between us living off the grid here in Florida and Jagger working in gang, life is kinda rough yet its bearable.

Another sigh left my lips, I couldn't go back to sleep now that I was fully  awake. I slid out of bed letting Jagger's shirt fall over my bear legs, I always wore a shirt of his to bed. I then walked out of our room to go find my boyfriend.

Jagger stood in the kitchen making food, the TV on the news which broadcast Eskape's new band members that were found after the disappearance of Jagger and the death of Echo's boyfriend, the drummer, Gale who died of a car crash three months ago.

Jagger was glaring at the TV before I turned it off. "Baby we gave up that life, I'm sorry!" I spoke my mind wrapping my arms around him from behind.

"It's not your fault, I'm the one that took you away from it all." He sighed heavily. "I knew that with them going on hiatus before we left, I knee they'd get someone else I just wasn't expecting it right now with a replacement for Gale."

I kissed his bare shoulder, I kissed the gun shot scar he earned two months ago. I then kissed all the knife fight scars. Even though most of his actions were illegal now, I still loves him no matter what. He was perfect in my eyes, he always will be.

"I love you, Jagger." I whispered softly kissing yet another scar. He earned so many in the past five months, to many to count anymore.

He shivered slightly making me smile to myself before he turned in my arms to kiss me after making sure our food would burn. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Why are you so good to me?" I shot back with another smile making him smile back at me. "Now what do I get for breakfast?"

"Now I see why you love me." He laughed softly kissing my lips. "I'm making green eggs and ham."

I made a face before giggling. "Are you sure you're not making French toast?" I peered over his shoulder at the finished food then back at him.

"Hmm." He thought about for a moment before giving me a mischievous looking grin. "Nope."

I pouted, or well tried to because the two of us were cracking up laughing but then a sudden pain hit me making me gasp in pain before I doubled over.

"Emma?" Jagger whispered crouching down in front of me to look me over.

"It hurts." I whispered softly to myself as the pain pushed through my body.

I had tears streaming down my face now as he picked me up in his arms. Jagger then carried me off toward our couch before laying me down whispering. "What hurts?"

I bit my lip keeping the pain at bay before I blurted out. "I might be pregnant but I'm not supposed to be able to have children!"

He froze a moment before his face twisted in emotion. He then pulled out his track phone dialing a number.

"Hola déjame hablar con Marco, ahora! (Hey let me speak with Marco, now!)" Jagger growled out in Spanish, something he had to pick up quickly working with the gang.

I flinched as I touched my stomach, tears streaming down my face.

"Marco, nesecito tu ayuda. Mi novia está end el dolor y la sabes tan bien yo como que no puedo bailar el vals en el hospital para ayudarla. (Marco, I need your help. My girlfriend is in pain and you know as well as I that I can't just waltz into the hospital to help her.)" I understand nothing of what he was saying, he usually only used Spanish around me when he spoke to me with loving words or was concerned or irritated.

I'm scared. What if I'm pregnant?

"Sí, está bien, muchas gracias. (Yes, okay thank you.)" He then hung up before kissing me. "Help is coming."

I whimpered softly. "Make the pain go away."

"Why did you say you weren't supposed to have children?" I heard him question.

"Jagger?" I shook my head but he kissed me.

"Please, hermosa." He whispered, he called me beautiful yet again. I loved that Spanish word.

"Jagger its cause of my dad. He took it to far when I sang with you that night. It was to the point where when I went to the doctor, she said it was near impossible for me to get pregnant but if I did then I had a ten percent chance of living through it." Teats streamed my face. "I want to be a mother so badly!"

He kissed away the tears. "Why didn't you tell me." He, too, was crying now.

"I thought you'd hate me for something I could never give you." I whimpered flinching.