Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Read Free Book Online Page A

him say “fuck my brains out,” and from knowing damn well Tristan will.
    “Fuck, Frankie!” I whisper yell at him as he approaches the bar, using his body as a shield to hide my embarrassment.
    “Um, yeah, hey…” Frankie mumbles to the bartender.
    I push off of Frankie’s back when he takes a step back from the bar, grabbing his drink. Twirling his straw around in the burgundy liquid, I can only guess he's ordered his signature Cosmopolitan. He gestures with his hand around the vast room.
    “So…where’re the boys at?”
    “Frankie…” I whine at him, waving the obnoxious bottle in his face. “I don’t want to carry around this fucking bottle all night.” “If I was fucking on the bus, maybe, or camping, I could get away with it.”
    Stopping suddenly, I realize I was being a little loud. I doubt anyone heard me, but I’m still paranoid.
    “But not here,” I whisper to him.
    He stares back at me, his smile gone for the moment. A genuine smile sweeps his lips and already, I begin to relax. He just has that something that pulls me back down.
    “You sweet thing.” He cups my cheek. “No one is gonna care. Everyone here has seen much worse.”
    He smiles at me, dropping his hand so he can hold his straw as he brings his drink back up to his mouth. He takes another sip before speaking again.
    “You’re having a baby, Sophia.” He leans down and whispers in my ear. He leans back, but still quietly goes on.“Shit’s gonna change, but girl…it’s gonna be okay.”
    I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling right here in this fucking loud house, mansion, or whatever. I don’t want anyone to know I’m about to lose my shit. Frankie wraps his left arm around me, pulling me into his side and then kissing me on top of my head.
    “So anyway, I have the perfect setup for Europe. I’m thinking, heavy metal . You know, the old school cartoon and shit." He nods to my chest, not skipping a beat. "Since you may start to show, I have to focus on the gun show to keep everyone's attention off your midriff.”
    “Fuck, do you think I’ll be showing by then?”
    I didn’t even think of it. I’m no doctor or anything, but I’m guessing I’m at least a few weeks. I could be over a month if you go back to our first time. Nah, there’s no way I should be showing, but Frankie did point out about my already sized outfits feeling snug. Like bloating or some shit, he said. I still have almost a couple months to go.
    “Don’t worry, girl. I got this.”
    Frankie taps his chest with his index finger, smiling confidently. Giving him a small smile back, I take a drink from my stupid bottle of water and turn around so I face the party that’s happening. I notice Roger fisting a beer in each hand as Jeff pours a shot down his throat with some chick hanging off his arm. Of course. Jared is behind him, grinning like he knows something is about to happen. Those two... they’re so fucking funny.
    My eyes keep scanning the room and the stairs. Bodies are everywhere, but it's not crammed. This isn’t like one of those house party scenes you would watch as a kid in those teen movies, but it is busy in here. What’s fucking surreal is seeing members of bands I would jam out to in college; fuck, even back in high school. I guess I never really paid much attention to it before at other gatherings because by now, I would have been pretty buzzed up already.
    As the next twenty minutes pass, Frankie is already on his second Cosmo and going on about how he is all excited about French men.
    “We will like, get married and after…five years, start adopting.”
    I’m caught up in trying to find Tristan in this one spot with my eyes. Every now and then, I smile and nod my head at him. Maybe throw in a giggle here, and an eye roll there.
    Slipknot's Killpop blares as everyone becomes louder. Glancing behind me toward the glow of the pool, I see Caleb hitting on some blonde, when my heart stops. Right behind him, Tristan’s