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Chapter 17: Here Today, Tour Tomorrow.

"Tommy, take it outside," Georgia demanded after his phone rang.

"Sorry, G," he replied, exiting G Major.

"Jude, back to work," Georgia said to her.

"Okay…" I went back to playing with my guitar and figuring out chords for my new song that I was working on.

I couldn't help but look up at Tommy through the window. He kept pacing, he only did that when he was nervous. Just watching him pace made me nervous. What was going on? Did I even want to know?

He looked up to me and the back at the ground. Just that quick look broke my heart. I had the feeling that whatever was being said to him on the phone wasn't good news. After all we had been through; I didn't want to have anything push us back. But one phone call had changed that, in my mind at least.

He hung up his phone and came back into G Major. He looked down to me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Who was on the phone?" I managed to squeak out.

"No one important."

"You sure?" I asked, tears falling down my face.

"Hey…" He cooed, sitting next to me and taking the guitar form me and setting it down. "Why are you crying?"

"You just seemed a little unhappy on the phone. You were pacing."

"It's nothing to worry about, Jude, I swear."

"Are you positive?"

"Jude…" He brushed the back of his hand on my cheek.

"You'd tell me, right? If something was wrong?"

"Of course, Jude. We need to be able to trust each other. That won't ever happen if I don't tell you if something's wrong, which nothing is."

"Okay…" I whimpered, wiping my tears away.

"Trust me…" He whispered before connecting his lips with mine.

Even though he had told me that nothing was wrong, I had an eerie feeling that he was lying and that our lives were going to change again. And I was right.

I woke up that night when Tommy Jr. cried. "C'mon, baby boy," I whispered, pulling him from his crib. "Let's take care of you."

Tommy Sr. followed me down the stairs into the kitchen. I handed our son over to him and began preparing the formula.

"Jude…" Tommy said, "I need to tell you something."

I put the formula in the microwave and turned to him warily. "Okay, shoot."

"It's about that phone call earlier today."

"I was afraid of that. I thought you said it was nothing."

"I just didn't want to worry you, and you were crying, I was just trying to calm you down."

"Right…" I muttered spitefully.

"That was another record executive on the phone."

"So?"

"They want me to do another sixth month tour."

"Now?" The microwave beeped, signaling that the formula was done but I ignored it.

"Well, they say since the whole thing with my return here that I'm very popular and they want me to do a tour."

"I've become just as popular as you, why not me?"

"They figured that you needed to stay with the baby."

"And they thought you didn't?" I was becoming hysterical at this point as I began to cry. "You were already gone for the majority of his life, and they want you to leave now?"

"Yeah, they do."

"And do you want to leave?"

"I want to stay with you but I want to go on tour."

"But I can't go with you."

"Why not?"

"I need to work on my career, Tommy. I need to stay here for our son. The past year had been about you. I was okay with you leaving on a tour. Now I need to focus on me a little. I can't go with you."

"But I don't want to leave you here."

"Well, I guess that's the option: stay here with me or go on tour. But I can tell that you won't be happy either way."

"I guess… then I'm going on tour."

I looked up at him. He had chosen to leave again?

"What's going on here?" Sadie asked, coming down the stairs.

I shot an upset look at him before racing up the stairs. I ran into Sadie's room and collapsed onto her bed.

"Hey, what's going on?" She asked, sitting next to me.

"He's going on tour, again, for six months."

"Why?"

"Some record execs want him to go on tour because he's popular right now. He wants to stay with me but he loves to tour. He can't have both since I need to work on my career. So he's choosing to go."

"I'm sorry, Jude."

"Why does he have to go?"

"Look, Hon, either way, he's going so you might as well support him."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, fine." I got up from the bed and went back to my room, where Tommy was waiting. "Tommy…"

"Jude, I'm not going to go on tour if you don't want me to."

I thought about it for a minute. I didn't want him to leave but I wanted him to be happy. "Go on tour, Tom."

AN: Does she really want that? Only I know! Sorry that it took so long ot update but my keyboard was screwed up. Please R&R!