Fix My Heart

Chapter 29

Jacob's POV
I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Let's go sit. You've been standing for a while."

"I'm fine."

I picked her up bridal style.

"Jacob I'm fine."

I brought her over to the couch and sat down without putting her down. I looked down at her.

"I need your opinion on something."

"Okay."

"My label keeps having meetings with me."

"O-oh no. I-it is because of me? I-I didn't mean to-"

"No no. They want me to be in a band."

"Oh god. I know how much, you hate those."

"I don't necessarily HATE them."

"Then what's the issue?"

"I-I don't need or want the extra attention. I don't want those stupid dance practices. I'm fine how
I am. I'm okay just jumping around on stage with a guitar. They think...it'd be best for me."

"And you don't agree?"

"I-I don't."

"You know you, better than anyone. You know what's best for you."

She sat up more.

"What's the worse that could happen?"

"I get dropped."

"Baby don't worry about that. There's other record companies that want you."

"But...I've been with this one...since I was 15."

"Maybe...it's time for a change."

"True but here's my main concern. I'll spend less time with you and the baby. I-I'll go insane in different time zones."

"Then..we'll go with you."

"I-I can't make you do that."

"Who says...you'd be making me? What if...I wanna explore with you?"

"You've got your own career."

"TECHNICALLY we have the same career."

"Okay don't be a wise ass."

"I'm just saying. Are you asking me, what I think, you should do?"

"Yeah."

"Babe I don't know what you want me to say."

"I was expecting you to, convince me to not do it."

I put my hand on her stomach and started rubbing it.

"If you don't want to do it then, why'd you ask for my opinion?"

"I-I wanted someone to agree with me. Ronnie I'm losing my mind."

"Don't obsess about it."

"Too late."

"Is there another reason why, you don't want to be in a band?"

"Yep. I fucking hate one guy in it."

"Who is it?"

"Reese Guzman."

"How do you know him?"

"When I was starting this whole music thing, he was my biggest hater. He claims I'm stealing his gimmick."

"But you're not. I know who he is. His gimmick is nothing like yours."

"Everyone on this planet, tells him that. He doesn't care. All he does is...bash me."

"Did you do something to upset him?"

"Nope. At the last awards show I went to, Reese ran up to me and jumped me."

"A-are you okay?!"

"I'm much better now. It was just a punch. He was cursing me out the entire time. Why would I want to be in a band, with him?"

"Did you tell anyone about it?"

I nodded.

"I told my manager. He just brushed it off. Plus...I don't want you or the baby around him. God knows what, he'd do to the both of you."

"Okay. Tell them to fuck off. You don't need to be in a boy band. You don't need one. If anything, they need you."

"Y-you think so?"

"Yes! Do you not know how talented you are? Baby you'd steal the spotlight!"

My face started to heat up.

"All eyes would be on you."

"Y-you're just saying shit."

She straddled me and cupped my face.

"You do not need a band. You are doing great on your own. They are obviously blind and deaf if they think otherwise."