Free The Rockers' Babies (The Rocker... Series) by Terri Anne Browning Page B

toward her. “I’ll tell Uncle Drake!”
    “Uncle Drake has to put up with me more than he does you. He would so pick my side.”
    “I’m his favorite.” Mia wiggled her eye brows in a way I had seen Nik teaching her lately and I couldn’t
    help but grin as I watched them walk away.
    When they were out of sight my grin fell away and I pulled my cell out. Security was already tight. The
    death threats from crazy female fans had been coming in higher counts this last week. Harper’s safety as
    well as the need to keep the press out had made things extremely difficult. Everyone from the caterers to the florist had all needed to pass three security checkpoints to get into the building.
    “No one gets in without an invitation and photo ID,” I told the head of the security team we had hired.
    “If you suspect anything from anyone, I don’t care if it’s the freaking minister, you call me.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he answered without hesitation.
    An hour later the guys arrived. Nik found me in the reception room going over last minute details with the photographer, as well as the caterer. Harper was going to take the shots the photographer did and use
    them for her magazine as an exclusive on the wedding. Her boss nearly pissed his pants when she promised
    him a front cover with her in her wedding dress with Shane holding her and the three other band members
    standing behind them.
    “You look tired.” Nik wrapped his arms around me, lowering his head for a kiss. “Have you eaten
    anything yet?”
    “Some fruit salad,” I assured him, holding on tight for a little longer. “So… I found out something.” He
    raised a brow and I smiled. “Looks like this baby is going to be a lot like me. The smell of bacon made me
    throw up.”
    His lips twitched. “So you won’t be wanting bacon ice cream sundaes or bacon smoothies? Or bacon
    and peanut butter sandwiches?”
    My stomach roiled at just the thought of those things. “Please stop.”
    “Sorry, baby girl.” He brushed a tender kiss over my lips then stepped back. “I hate bothering you, but
    Shane is about to lose his shit. He’s been a basket case since he got out of bed. You think Drake was bad?
    He’s got nothing on Shane now.”
    I frowned. “What? What’s wrong? What did you guys do to him last night?”
    “Hey.” Nik raised his hands as if to ward me off when I took a step in his direction. “We didn’t do
    squat. He was fine when he went to bed last night… Or really this morning. It was nearly three when he
    finally went to sleep. Then he woke up this morning and… Just go talk to him, baby. Please?”
    Muttering a curse I followed Nik to the opposite side of the building where the guys were all supposed
    to get dressed. I walked in to find Drake and Jesse already half dressed in their tuxedos, but Shane was
    walking around in basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He was pale as death, his eyes bloodshot, and I was sure he hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.
    “Talk to me,” I commanded, grabbing his arms and making him stop his frantic pacing. “Are you
    having second thoughts?”
    “What?” He looked startled by my question. “No! I’m fucking ready to make that woman my wife.”
    “Then what’s the matter?” I kept my voice low, calm. “I can’t take care of whatever is wrong if you
    don’t tell me, Shane.”
    “I did something stupid. I think I messed up big.”
    “What?” Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to turn and face him. I swallowed hard,
    terrified of the answer to the next question that I had no choice but to ask. “What did you do?”
    “I… Oh, fuck!” He pulled away from me and raked his hands through his short dark hair. He paced to
    the window then turned back to look at me, his blue-gray eyes looking tormented. “Harper’s mom called
    me last night. She said she wanted to make amends, to apologize to Harper for being such a shit mom. Then
    she started laying it on thick about how she wanted to