"Britt, I don't know what to do" I sighed while my feet dangled in the cold pool water. "I mean, sometimes he's normal, then he just turns into this other person like someone's flicking a switch in his brain. His eyes are dead, he barely speaks, there's nothing that fixes it. Except last month I asked if he hated me and why he hasn't left yet. I don't get it"

"Maybe he's scared about the babies" She suggested.

"No, having kids was his idea."

"I mean, what if he's just as scared about being gone all the time as you are. I know that's what Matty was afraid of when we started talking about having kids." She tried reassuring me as she texted someone on her phone. "I have to go sweetness, Matty just got outta practice. I love you, call me later okay?" She said after helping me up.

"Okay. Bye Britt!" I waved to her as she walked out the gate to the front yard.

I walked up the wooden back steps and onto the deck that was connected to the dinning room of our house.

"Baby?" I called out as I walked through the kitchen. I didn't get an answer, even though I knew he was home. "Mike!" Still no answer. "I swear to god when I find that man I am going to kill him" I grumbled and climbed the stairs. I held on the the railing with one hand and my back with the other. "Michael Christopher Fuentes I am going to kill you!" I checked all the bedrooms, starting with the farthest, which was Collins.

When I got to the one that held his drums I found him. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He had goosebumps and his skin was pale and sweaty. This couldn't be good.

"Mike" I said shaking his shoulder. His eyes opened up slowly and he looked around like he was seeing the room for the first time. "Baby what happened? Are you okay?"

"Huh? I-I don't know. I was just in the bedroom and now...how did I get in here?"

"I don't know I was outside with Brittany. Are you feeling okay? You're all pale and sweaty."

"I feel horrible Vicky. My head..." He trailed off and started rubbing his temples with his hands.

"Get up we're going to the hospital" I said holding my hand out to him.

"I'm sure I'll be fine no" He shook his head slowly then winced.

"I didn't ask you, I'm telling you. We're going to the hospital. Do not make me call Jaime or Tony to carry you to the car because we're going either way." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Call Tony anyway because I don't know if I can do all those stairs right now babe and you're not getting pulled down if I fall.

~

"Mrs. Fuentes?" one of the nurses said as she stood in the doorway of Mike's hospital room. I got up out of the chair next to his bed and made my way over to her.

"Yes?"

"Is your husband on any kind of drugs? Anything that could have done this to him? If you tell me I'm not going to tell anyone like the police or anything. We just need to know." She said quietly.

"He's been smoking marijuana since he was sixteen years old, but this has never happened before this week. He told me it happened one other time on Monday, but that's it." I explained.

"And does he drink often?"

"Actually yes, a lot more then usual lately. I yell at him for it all the time because clearly I need him sober right now more then ever but as soon as he wakes up he's going for the whiskey."

"I see. Well he's probably just dehydrated from the lack of water he's getting. People tend to think that since they're drinking something that they'll be fine, which is not the case at all"

"I see" I nodded.

"He should be able to go home in an hour or so. The doctor just wants to keep an eye on him for a little while."

"Okay thank you" I smiled before I took my seat next to Mike's bed. "No more whiskey. At all." I grumbled to him.

"What?" He looked at me like I was insane. Imagine Mikey Whiskey Hands not being allowed to drink. This wasn't going to go over very smoothly.

"You're drinking too much alcohol she said. You're literally dehydrating yourself Mike."

"Fuck..." He groaned rubbing his face.

"Yeah, fuck. You need to stop. I need you to be okay right now, we can't both be in the hospital when I'm giving birth"

"Alright"

"You're gonna stop?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't exactly have a choice now do I?" He laughed lightly.

"Mikey" I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"Baby don't cry. Come here" He moved over so I would fit on the bed.

"No I don't fit" I said as my bottom lip began to quiver. "I'm big and fat and I'll break the bed"

"Get over here bubby" He rolled his eyes and pulled my hand towards the bed.

I climbed onto the bed and snuggled as close to him as I could.

"Mikey I need you to be okay right now" I cried. "I'm so scared you aren't going to be there when the babies come. I need you to be there and I keep playing out these scenarios of you leaving for a tour the week of or you being in the studio and not leaving. I'm so scared Mikey and this isn't helping."

"Shhhh youre okay. I'll be there no matter what. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm not going anywhere you know that. We don't have another tour booked until the next fall, just for us. You come before the music baby. You always will" He said as he kissed anything on my head that he possibly could.

~

"I look like a whale" I groaned as I examined myself in the mirror in Tony's living room.

"You're eight and a half months pregnant, what did you expect to look like?" Jaime laughed.

"With twins" Tony said joining him.

"Shut up you jerks" I said as I lowered myself onto the couch.

"Hey, I don't do a half-assed job when it comes to havin' kids, it's all or nothing buddy" Mike laughed, his eyes still glued to the video game in front of him.

"Ew gross" I said scrunching my nose up.

"What?" Vic said walking into the room.

"Well, a. Mike is bragging about how I'm pregnant with twins and that's his doing. and b. it smells in here" I answered him.

"It does not!" Tony yelled.

"Does too! It smells like two hundred oranges exploded in here!"

"You and your pregnant lady super senses" Vic laughed sitting next to me.

"Not for much longer thankfully" I groaned leaning back.

"Then we get to meet our babies" Mike turned to me smiling and pressed his lips to mine gently before turning back to Mario Kart.

Only seventeen more days until I gave birth. Mike's been sober for three and a half months now. Things were looking better then I expected them to and I was so grateful for that.