To Cherish and To Hold (Love of a Rockstar #1.5) Read Online Free

lines stared back at me.
    “Holy shit.” My hand flew to my mouth.
    Pregnant.
    Preggers.
    Prego.
    Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Luke, Nil and I were going to welcome a new addition. My gaze stayed glued to the stick as if the answer would change. It didn’t. A thousand and one thoughts whirled through my mind. Where would the nursery go? Would my wedding dress still fit me? Is it a boy or girl? What would we name it? My breathing grew shallow. Grappling for my purse, my hand closed around my cell phone. While Camille and I still weren’t on the best of terms, she was my best friend. Had been since we were little and knew how to coax me off the ledge of panic faster than Luke did.
    “This better be good. I have a test to study for that counts for half my grade,” she answered in the way of a greeting.
    Talking over the phone wouldn’t do. Camille needed to be here in this smelly bathroom stall with me, counseling and cracking inappropriate jokes.
    “Can you take a break?” I whispered ferociously. “Please. I’m at the Rite Aid on 15 th and Republican.”
    “What happened? Did you steal a tube of lipstick and get caught?” She gasped. “Oh my God! Are you in holding right now?”
    “No but….” My voice cracked, as did my composure. Mascara streaked my cheeks. “I just really need you here. It’s important.”
    Recognizing the signs of a full-blown meltdown, Camille changed her tune. “Ok, I’m leaving right now. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
    “Thank you,” I sniffled.

    I shoved the test back into its plastic packaging for safekeeping and walked out of the stall to the sink. Turning the faucet onto ice cold, my hands cupped the water and splashed it on my face. A paper towel blotted away the remnants of my ruined makeup. My outward appearance now matched how I felt internally. Exposed and raw, like an open wound. Hoisting my butt onto the edge of the counter, my feet dangled off the side. My teeth bit off a piece of the chocolate bar while I waited for Camille to appear. I didn’t have to wait long.
    She came barreling into the restroom, breathless and frantic. Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of my relaxed posture. “What the hell?! You made it seem as if you were in great peril.”
    “Great peril? You need to stop reading those romance novels.”
    “Whatever! What’s so awful that you made me rush down here?”
    Camille caught the package I tossed to her. Glancing at it then back up at me, I confirmed her unspoken question. Disbelief darkened her features.
    “Seriously?” she asked.
    “Serious as a heart attack.”
    “Shit, that’s a….”
    “Shock?” I barked out a laugh. “That’s an understatement.”
    Camille scooted onto the counter and stole my candy bar, mid-bite. She tore off a large piece, chewing thoughtfully. Silence allowed for panic to creep inside my heart. Panic was exactly the emotion I’d invited Camille here to chase away. She was failing miserably.
    I spoke. “It’s not as if I didn’t know exactly. The symptoms were there but things have been insane lately to put it mildly. Last night when the idea occurred that I might be pregnant, euphoria flooded my veins. Then today when I saw those two pink lines….”
    “It became reality.”
    “Exactly and I have so much on my plate already—a wedding to plan, a restaurant to tackle, and a honeymoon in Paris. Bringing a baby into the fold is too overwhelming to imagine.”
    Camille grinned. “You and Luke make cute kids, though.”
    She was spot on about that. We did make cute kids, adorable even, mostly thanks to Luke’s genes. I grabbed the candy bar back from Camille. Chocolate coated my tongue.
    I swallowed. “Do you remember how Nil used to get thigh burns because they used to rub together constantly?”
    “Rolls for days.”
    Laughing, we strolled down memory lane together. The diaper changes, the late night feedings, and having to change clothes due to