Our Love Song

CHAPTER ONE

Happy Saturday!

Here's the first chapter, angels, and I truly hope you enjoy it! So, my plan was always to finish Dexter's story before this book came out so there's no crossed wires, but that hasn't happened. I'm trying my best to get Love's Game finished as soon as possible, but there won't be many spoilers in this book so I'm hoping it works out!

I totally understand if you want to wait until Love's Game is done before reading this story.

Please let me know what you think! 💭

Love, Holly 💗💗💗
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BETTY

I never imagined it this way. Not in a million years, but it's happening, and I can't be mad at it. The noise outside the medical room is slightly distracting as Laine and I sit on the hard, makeshift bed, watching the timer like a hawk. The pregnancy stick is in my hand as it has been since I awkwardly squatted over the toilet in the tiny back room, the walls practically touching my shoulders when I tried my best to balance.

"I can't wait much longer," Laine says, swinging her legs back and forth nervously.

I'm much the same. The wait for this moment has been far too long, my mind convinced it would never happen. "Just to warn you. If this thing says positive, I'll probably be passing out again."

Laine giggles. "At least it's a soft landing this time."

I start to smile, reaching behind my back to rub the sore spot near my shoulder blade. "I swear that stage was made of freaking metal. The hit woke me up as soon as I fell down."

"You sure have your moments, bumble bee. I think you've definitely stolen the show," she picks her phone up, gasping out loud, "it's almost at six minutes. We missed it. Look! Quick!"

My hand turns over the stick, eyes searching the tiny screen, heart booming in my chest. Pregnant. I whimper, then burst into tears, handing the stick over to Laine to watch her do the exact same thing as me.

"Oh my god," she laugh sobs, reaching her arms around my shoulders, pulling me so we're face to face in a tight embrace.

"I can't believe it," I bury my nose in her shoulder.

"I told you it would happen. Bailey too. I'm so happy for you, Bee. Congratulations. I love you," she squeezes me so hard it pulls a small grunt from my mouth.

It's true. Whenever I texted to tell them that the test was a fail, they'd encourage me not to give up, Bailey reminding me how hard they tried for years to get the triplets. I'm impatient when it comes to starting a family, having watched my nieces and nephews growing up so fast, Edward and Delilah announcing that they're going to try for another baby soon.

It's three years since Jason passed away and Beau is almost six now. Like all of the Larsson kids, I love them to death, always seeming to bond with Beau the most. He's a little charmer with his newly trimmed short curls, one dimple and a laugh that always means he's up to no good.

"I love you more," I reply, turning to the door when it opens with my manager, Rick appearing with my phone in his hand.

I left it in my handbag in my dressing room, not wanting to lose it back stage before my performance.

He strides my way. "Your husband is a fucking lunatic. Answer the phone to him to stop him blowing mine every two seconds."

I bet he's worried sick. It can't be nice knowing he's thousands of miles away, watching me pass out on national television to not be able to do anything to help. Finn's a hot head and this won't be doing his fiery temper any good at all.