Pregnant by Mr. Rockstar

Chapter 1: Stefanie Meyer

I was pacing back and forth in front of Miss Lydia's office. It was just my luck that the door was closed and the wall was not made of glass, or else she would have a front-seat view of my mini anxiety attack. I was pretty sure I did well with the interview, and except for one, all my tests came back clear. As long as I took my maintenance medicine, I'm good to go. I just needed her final approval to get this job.

I had been counting the money I would be getting from my salary ever since I heard the offer. Tiffa could use some new clothes, and perhaps I could finally buy her the toy she wanted. For once, I had the chance to spoil my daughter, even if just for a bit.

The door opened, and I came face to face with Miranda, Miss Lydia's secretary. She ushered me in, and I took a deep breath to compose myself before going inside. My steps were as confident as I could muster, and I looked at my 'hopefully' future employer with bright eyes.

Miranda stepped outside and locked the door after her. Miss Lydia's office was clean and professional. Aside from a few awards and certificates displayed on the cabinet on one side of the wall, everything was organized. The walls were covered with cream wallpaper, and the chairs in front of her stately table were neatly arranged opposite each other. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind her desk, bathing the room with natural light.

Miss Lydia remained silent while I stood in front of her. I held her gaze as she looked at me thoughtfully.

"Jennie says you were an excellent employee. She says you excel in being a team player, and she never had any complaints about you," Miss Lydia said.

I beamed. "Thank you, Miss Lydia. I work to impress."

She nodded and tapped her pen on the table. "I always handpick the support staff for our tours. Most people have hidden agendas, and they usually bring trouble to our doorstep. Paparazzi in disguise, journalists, merch hoarders. You name it, I've met it. Are you one of them?"

"No, ma'am. I want none of those things." However, when I thought about it, I could be easily one of those people. If there was a chance that he was on this tour, I would finally have a way to get in contact with him.

Except I had long since given up on that front. He was a lost cause, and I wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"That's good," Miss Lydia replied, and then she placed a thin stack of folders on the table. "Read the contract carefully and sign it if you're satisfied with the terms and conditions. If you have any questions, just ask me. I wrote my number there. You may bring that and the necessary documents tomorrow."

I reached out and opened the folder, taking a cursory look at what was written on it. It was a standard employment contract, and just like what I expected, the pay and benefits were indeed good. However, as I reached the bottom page, I realized a problem.

"Miss Lydia, will the tour be held in a single venue?" I asked her.

Miss Lydia chuckled. "Silly. Of course, it won't be. It's called a tour for a reason. The company will handle the transportation between venues. We will be traveling all over the states."

My heart plummeted, and I sighed. I could not work overtime mainly because no one would look after Tiffa. There was no way I could accept this job if we were constantly moving.

"I am so sorry, Miss Lydia. I did not mean to waste your time, but I can't take your offer. I have a daughter that I can't leave behind," I said, my tone remorseful. I couldn't believe I was so close to crying as well. We really needed the money.

Miss Lydia hummed. "How old is your daughter?"

"Six, ma'am."

"Is she well-behaved?"

"She is, ma'am."

Miss Lydia turned quiet for a few moments, then shrugged. "If you can promise me that she won't be a vexing little human throughout the tour, you can bring her with you. All related expenses, aside from transportation and lodgings, will be handled by you. If I get a single complaint regarding your child, she's out."

A wide smile almost split my face in two, and I didn't bother reading the whole contract anymore. I agreed with Miss Lydia's conditions and signed my employment right away. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I wouldn't let slip by.

***

The support staff were all hard-working individuals. We started work this week, and everyone was immersed in their tasks. As a former waitress, Miss Lydia assigned me to the food and catering department. Our main job was to provide meals for all the other staff and the guests that would be participating in the tour.

Each employee was assigned to a bus, which was remodeled with bunkers and a small bathroom and kitchen area. The company was kind enough to give me a bit larger bunker so Tiffa and I could be together.

As of now, I have left my little helion on our bus while I try to live up to my former employer's recommendation. My daughter and I had been through a lot, and although it saddens me to know, I knew that she could behave and entertain herself alone for several hours.

I handed out the food packages our chef had prepared for the other staff. We were currently at a stopover, having traveled ahead of the performing artists to prepare the venue for the tour. The head chef said we would not be seeing them until the first concert night.

The cold wind whipped my ponytail, and I tightened my jacket around my body to fight off the chill. Our busses formed a neat circle beside the gasoline station where we were parked. At the outer edge was the temporary tent where our mobile kitchen was.

The last stop of the tour was the day before New Year's Eve, and the weather was starting to get harsh. That reminded me that I needed to buy warmer clothes for Tiffa.

I was doing my work by reflex, letting my memory muscle lead me through the familiar motions when I heard a voice. It was rich and melodic, a voice capable of serenading anyone to a blissful dream... or nightmare. From the sounds of it, it seemed he was preoccupied, laughing and talking with another person.

Giving the last food package to a staff member, I hurried away from the work area towards the makeshift kitchen where our chef was. I spent three years of my life begging and running after that voice, and another three trying to forget about it and all the hurt. I wouldn't falter now.

However, as I reached the bus next to the tent, I almost bumped into the very last person I wanted to see. I bowed my head to hide my face, although I was sure he wouldn't be able to recognize me. Motherhood did a lot of things to my body, and I was now a far cry from the wild hot woman he met that night. I looked more matronly now than anything.

But his words were not what I had expected.

"I know you."

I finally looked up. Even after all these years, he had yet to fail in captivating all the attention, mine included, no matter how much I desperately denied it.

The man with black hair and the bluest eyes I still had ever seen.

Keelan Pierce.