Free Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) by Chelsea Roy Page A

up and the fact that Aimee was sleeping somewhere other than in his bed was his own fault.
    “ Go see her,” Eric urged gruffly. Brent nodded and turned to leave the room. When he reached the hallway he turned back to Eric, whose eyes had already slid closed again.
    “ Thank you.” He told his friend. Eric had a soft spot for Aimee and it showed.
    Eric waved him out of the room without ever opening his eyes. Brent shook his head at his eccentric friend and slowly headed toward Eric’s room. His gut clenched with nerves and he took a deep breath. There was never a good time to pay the piper. He pushed open the door to Eric’s room, which hadn’t been fully shut.
    Aimee lay bundled under Eric’s mound of covers. Brent snorted to himself. The man was so odd. He often wore tattered clothes and beat up sneakers but his bedding was the stuff dreams were made of. He knew the comforter Aimee rested under was as soft as a cloud and the sheets were a high thread count. She would be comfortable there, but still. Brent stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid into bed with Aimee. It was probably the first time he’d been in bed with her and not been interested in her in a sexual way. He desperately wanted to feel the softness of her skin against his and hold her close. He needed to reassure her.
    “ I’m so sorry I yelled at you,” he murmured softly. He knew he’d have to repeat the apology when she was awake but he wanted to get it out there now. He couldn’t go another moment without saying it, even if it was to her sleeping back.
    Brent startled when Aimee’s voice floated back to him, soft and regretful. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.” He ran his hand over her arm and wished he hadn’t woken her. She was sick and exhausted and could really use the sleep.
    “ We’re going to have to figure this out.” He told her. She nodded, her head tucked under this chin. He swept her long, dark hair over her shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to the skin of her neck. She smelled sweetly familiar and for the first time in hours, he felt like he could take a deep breath.
    “ It’s going to be complicated. I’m on my parent’s insurance but with all the HIPAA laws I don’t think anything can be disclosed to them so I’m safe to get prenatal care.” Aimee’s voice was hesitant, like she expected him to interject with arguments. The last thing he was going to argue about was their baby getting the care it needed.
    “ I think you should go as soon as possible. You’ve got to be at least about eight weeks along and I want to make sure you’re okay. I don’t like you being so sick.” Their fight last night hadn’t lessened Brent’s concern over Aimee’s health. If anything, he was even more worried. Christ, he couldn’t believe she was only seventeen and now pregnant with his baby. How was her body supposed to handle this?
    “ I’ll call Monday.” Aimee promised.
    “ How far do you think you are?” Brent asked her, searching for some idea of when conception might have occurred. He’d thought it over and drawn a blank. There wasn’t a time where the removal of the condom had been cause for concern.
    “ I don’t know. Eight or nine weeks maybe.” She said. “Eric and I did some research last night on due dates and stuff. It’s kind of hard to pin anything down because my cycle isn’t very regular. But just given from what I read, that’s where I think I am.” Brent was glad Aimee seemed to have an idea of what was going on because he surely didn’t.
    “ Just make an appointment, okay? School starts back up in a couple of days and I want to see what we can do to make sure this doesn’t ruin your semester. I’ll help you as much as I can but I’m pretty useless when it comes to your core classes.” The fact that Aimee was only seventeen and already taking more advanced biology classes reinforced Brent’s original theory that Aimee was a brainiac hiding in a sexy body. He wasn’t going to say