Epilogue

Jerrin

I will die in your eyes; my bright happy Sky

Five years later

Jerrin was right about the wedding, but not about the baby, though it wasn't for lack of trying on our part. And I swore the whole world had been on baby watch, too.

That first concert, someone had filmed him jumping off the stage and stopping me from leaving. Though no one knew what was said—thank you band family for playing your hearts out—there had been guesses, and it had propelled us to instant fame. Someone had even started shipping together my first name with his last and calling us Watersky. It hadn't been our idea, but once it took off, there was no stopping it.

Things had only escalated when we'd gotten married six months after the music festival. Thank God the people of Spring Harbor couldn't care less, though. We lived there and could walk around in peace.

That first year, Jerrin had taken off the full twelve months . Everyone in the band was more than ready for a break, too. From the road. From each other. That had lasted all of a month before they'd all converged on the big house Jerrin and I had rented together while our home, with a music studio, was being built on the land I'd inherited from my grandparents.

By day, he'd written music with them.

By night, and any other time we could manage privacy, we'd spent a lot of time in bed. Or against walls. Or on whatever surface was available.

But then, the music festival had rolled around and Waterstone had used it to kick off the next tour. Much to my sister's delight, I'd traveled with them. Much to my delight, she didn't kill Jerrin. It evened out.

Besides, she'd been too busy annoying Kyson. Or he'd been annoying her. It was mutual and entertaining to watch. There was as big of a betting pool on them as there was on Stix and Stone.

And now, here I was again. Considering I hated concerts, this was the fifth Spring Harbor Music Festival I'd attended. Tonight, Waterstone was making their annual appearance. My husband was on stage, my sister was beside me in the VIP section, and I was getting ready to spring a big surprise. I couldn't think of a better place. The festival held a special place in our hearts, since it was where we'd met.

Marley leaned over to me. "Your song is up next. You ready?"

"More than ready. This has been killing me."

She laughed, but then the group segued into Light Up My Sky. Smiling, I swayed to the smooth melody, waiting for Jerrin to sing, You're mine. And I'm yours. Until our end.

Stone and Kyson were smirking at me. The band was in on this, Jerrin being the only one in the dark. Marley had thought I should tell them, so they wouldn't be shocked when Jerrin froze. We'd had a secret band meeting and all of them had been over the moon about baby Watersky. And yeah, they were all about teasing me and Jerrin about the ship name. Over the years, I'd discovered they were just like family to me—obnoxious family, but family nonetheless.

Blu hit the bass riff right before the lyric I waited for, and I picked up the cardboard I'd been hiding on the floor in front of me. My heart fluttered as Jerrin sang the words. His eyes were on me as they always were for that part, and I unfolded the sign.

As expected, my husband stopped singing and the arm holding his mic dropped to his side. The content production manager, who'd been filming the band and occasionally panning across the audience for the Jumbotron screens, turned her camera on me, and the crowd started to scream when they read the sign:

The baby watch is over. Guess who's gonna be a daddy in seven months.

"Really?" Jerrin asked, though I could only read his lips.

I nodded, smiling so wide my face hurt.

He punched the air and lifted the mic. "Hey, y'all!" he yelled. "Congratulate me! We're having a baby!"

While people cheered, he jumped down from the stage, reminiscent of the first Waterstone concert I'd attended, and kissed me.

"I love you, Mrs. Waterstone."

"Back atcha, Mr. Waterstone. Now, go get finished, so we can go home and celebrate."

"You have a deal."

After another quick, hard kiss, his hand on my flat belly, he hopped back onstage and grabbed his mic. "Now where were we? Oh yeah… Light Up My Sky . Let's go."