Free Lullabye (Rockstar #6) by Anne Mercier Page B

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    “That’s the truth,” Sera interjects. “I’m not sure I could have hung around like she did with—”
    “Shush!” Meggie scolds. “I haven’t read it yet!”
    “Well, get to it,” I tell her. “That’s some good shit right there. Going Long is up next.”
    Nicole snickers. “Who woulda thunk it? Big bad rock star Xander Mackenzie reading YA romance.”
    “I’m like a transformer.”
    “Huh?” Coley asks.
    “There’s more than meets the eye,” I tell her with a wink and a laugh.
    “Lame!” she shouts.
    “Dude,” Kennedy says shaking his head.
    “That one was bad, even for you,” Ethan adds.
    “I thought it was pretty good,” Cage states and I stop in my tracks.
    “Doth my ears deceive me? Did Cage dude just say he thought it was pretty good?” I taunt.
    “It’ll likely never happen again, so enjoy it while you can,” he replies and I laugh.
    “I will, you can bet on that. So, what’s been going on while I’ve been gone? Anyone get knocked up?”
    “Xander Thomas Mackenzie,” Mama scolds.
    “Sorry mama.”
    “Well? Anyone? Did the babies start talking yet? Walking? What’d I miss?” I ask.
    “No one’s prego,” Sera tells me, then tacks on a, “thank God.”
    “What? You aren’t going to have any more?” I ask.
    “Not right now! After seeing Lucy go through all that, there’s now way in hell I’m risking that.”
    Cage chuckles. Damn. The dude almost cracked a smile.
    “I can understand that,” I admit.
    “No talking. No walking,” Kennedy answers.
    “Lots of shit pants and puking,” Ethan adds.
    “That part of it I didn’t miss,” I confide.
    “What do you mean?” Lucy scoffs. “They never spit up on you.”
    “That’s because I’ve got the magic touch,” I boast, getting groans from around the room. “You know it.” I pull out my iPod. “You can’t touch this.” Then I Hammertime—with Nicole. She’s pretty damn good.
    “Admit it, you missed me,” I taunt the guys.
    “Can say as I did,” Trace responds.
    “You’re just pissed because Megs likes my bod.”
    He gives me a glare and flips me the bird. I pretend to reach out and grab it, then tuck it into my pocket.
    “What the fuck?” he asks.
    “I’m saving it for later,” I reply. “And you owe the swear jar. Tsk, tsk. You should have this down by now, Styx.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” he replies, putting his money in the jar.
    I look at the jar and whistle. “Who’s been dropping the F bomb?”
    Sera shrugs. “That’d be me. I’ve been an F-word type of mood.”
    “Thanks for the warning.”
    She nods. “Welcome.”
    “Where’s Jace?” I ask.
    Lucy looks at me worriedly. “He had to go home.”
    “Is everything okay?”
    “I don’t know,” she tells me. “All I know is he got a message that he needed to get home ASAP. He didn’t give any details.”
    “It’s never good when that happens,” Meggie states.
    “Isn’t that the truth?” Ethan asks.
    There’s silence for a few minutes and the moment is too heavy for the holiday.
    “Ready to sing some Christmas songs?” I ask.
    “Yes, let’s,” Meggie bounces.
    Kennedy strums his ever-present guitar, starting us off with Little Drummer Boy. Up next is It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas. Mama and Anthony are up dancing when we begin All I Want For Christmas, We Wish You A Merry Christmas, and Winter Wonderland. Sera and Lucy sing O Holy Night after which I jump in with Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town—Springsteen style. And I’m a little surprised when Nicole, Kennedy, and Ben sing The First Noel.
    “I’m diggin’ it. This is epic.” There’s a cry from one of the babies and I head over, picking up little Konnor—the names on their little caps helps a lot, though I almost have it to where I know who’s who.
    I do the diaper change and head over to the sofas by the Christmas tree. Sera grabs the next baby, then Lucy and Jesse. When we’re all around the tree, I know there’s one song left to be