A few weeks went by of writing, practicing, writing, and more writing. We were due to start making a new album, so we spent hours and hours coming up with new stuff.

Vic and I were also due to get married. I was getting butterflies just thinking about it, even though it didn't really change anything. We were already together, and marriage was just a label, but it just tied us together in one more way.

Album. Music. Vic. Touring.

That was all I needed in the world, and I was happy. Thinking about the busy times ahead of us sent another rush of butterflies through my stomach.

But then I groaned, because the butterflies turned into nausea.

"Fuck," I moaned, dashing out of bed and racing to the bathroom. Almost immediately I threw up into the toilet.

"Bear are you okay?" Vic's head popped in. His eyes were tired—it was only five in the morning—but they were also alarmed.

I mumbled something equivalent to "yes, go away" and swatted him away. I didn't want him to see me sick.

"Nonsense," he replied, walking over to me anyway. I couldn’t object, though, because I was busy getting sick. He gently held my hair back while I threw up a few more times.

"Ugh," I sat back. "I think I'm done," I said tiredly.

Vic brushed my hair back with his hands.

I stood up and went to brush my teeth and splash my face with water. He kept a hand on my waist, just in case.

"I'm okay now," I smiled weakly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feeling my forehead for a fever.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Must have a bug or something," I replied.

"Yeah, you don’t have a fever of anything. Come on, I'll take you to the couch and you can watch some TV," he said, gingerly taking my hand.

I got comfortable on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, and Vic brought me an iced Gatorade to replenish my lost electrolytes from throwing up.

“Ugh, this sucks,” I sighed. “I haven’t gotten sick in forever, so I guess this was bound to happen eventually,” I said. Vic sat down next to me, putting my legs into his lap.

“I’ll take care of you,” he grinned, lightly tickling my legs with his soft hands.

I sighed, closing my eyes. “Thanks, babe,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. I made sure to stay very still, afraid that moving would make me nauseas again. I hated the feeling of throwing up.

Vic lightly drew circles on my arms and legs with his fingertips until I fell back asleep.


I woke again, and Vic was still curled up with me. I didn’t feel sick anymore; it must have been a quick stomach bug.

“What time is it?” I yawned.

“Eleven,” he responded, brushing a few stray hairs out of my face. “How do you feel?”

“I feel much better, thank you,” I said.

“Here, I’ll make you some toast,” he said sweetly, carefully getting up.

“I’ll join you,” I said, slowly standing up to follow him into the kitchen. That was a bad idea.

“Shit,” I mumbled, and then I raced back to our bathroom, getting sick again. I couldn’t help the tears that started streaming from my eyes; throwing up was the absolute worst feeling in the world. I had no other words to describe it besides pure torture.

“It’s okay, just let it out,” Vic said softly, rubbing my back and giving me moral support.

“Damn it,” I sighed exhaustedly, sitting against the tub in exasperation after I felt like I wasn’t going to throw up again.

“Maybe I should take you to the doctor?” Vic asked, concern in his eyes.

I shook my head. “It’s fine, I’m fine,” I sighed.

“You said that before,” he reminded me.

“Yeah, but I’ll just give it the rest of the day. It’s just a bug,” I said.

“Okay,” he said, smoothing out my hair.

“I think I’m just going to sit here for a while, just in case,” I told him.

“I’ll stay with you,” he said softly.

“No, that’s okay. I feel disgusting, so I’ll probably take a shower or something. Besides, we have band practice in an hour so you should probably go to that.”

“It wouldn’t really be band practice if the entire band wasn’t there, goof ball,” he said, nudging my arm.

“Then write or something. But I don’t want to keep you here. Trust me, I’m fine,” I reassured.

“Whatever you say, bear,” he said kissing the top of my head.

“Yes. Whatever I say,” I grinned sheepishly at him. “I think I just stood up too fast, though, because I feel fine now,” I said, and I was being honest. I felt like everything was out of my system, anyway.


I really did feel much better. Besides feeling empty, I felt like this morning never even happened. I took it easy the rest of the day, though, just in case. Vic was wary to leave—he wanted to take care of me—so all of the guys came over to do some writing.

“How are you feeling, buddy?” Tony asked when he arrived.

“I’m fabulous,” I said.

“You look fabulous,” he grinned slightly, noticing that I was still in my sweatpants and t-shirt that I slept in the night before. I stuck my tongue out at him.

I yawned. “Hey, why don’t you go back to sleep? We’re fine here,” Vic suggested, rubbing my back. I nodded, not rejecting the offer.

I heard a chorus of ‘feel betters’ from the guys, smiled, and then lazily made my way back to the bed. I grabbed one of Vic’s shirts and curled up in a ball on top of the bed, cuddling with his scent. It comforted me, and I quickly fell asleep.


I swear, I could sleep forever. Six hours later, and I was finally awake. The guys were already gone, and it was just Mike and Vic in the house.

“Hey, guys,” I nodded to them, who were eating pizza on the couch.

“I made you soup if you’re interested, babe,” Vic said.

“Thanks, I’ll look into that,” I smiled appreciatively, but my stomach slightly cramped up, so I was uninterested in food.

I sat down on the couch in between Mike and Vic. “What day is it?” I asked randomly.

“Thursday,” Mike said.

“No, like, the number,” I clarified.

“Uh… the fourth, I think,” Vic said. “Yeah, it’s the fourth.”

The fourth. Of February.

“Why?” Vic asked. Today was my birthday. I was twenty four.

I shrugged my shoulders. “No reason,” I said quietly. “I’m feeling a little sick, I’m going back to the room,” I added, getting up.

“Want me to come with you?” he asked, lightly grazing my arm.

“No, thanks,” I smiled, then turned.


I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, facing the headboard. I wasn’t tired, nor was I feeling sick. Except how did every single one of my friends forget my birthday? I blushed slightly while I thought. I really didn’t care much about my birthday, and I felt like a child getting offended when nobody acknowledged it.

I’m not sure why, but part of me expected a phone call from my parents. How could they forget me so easily? Wouldn’t they be reminded of me today? Wouldn’t they think of me, their first born?

A small tear began to trail down my face, even though I didn’t want it to. I didn’t care, I didn’t care.

“You thought I forgot, didn’t you?” I suddenly heard Vic’s voice behind me. I didn’t respond, unsure as to what to say.

“I forgot, myself, Vic, it’s okay,” I said quietly, still not turning to face him. I didn’t want him to see that I was crying.

“No, it’s not okay. But guess what? I actually didn’t forget,” he said. Then why didn’t he say anything earlier? Well, I guess it was because I was sick and sleeping most of the day. I didn't blame him. Plus, he wanted to be with me most of the day, anyway; I was the one who shooed him away.

“Because if I did forget, then how would I have found time to get you this?” he asked, and then his arms looped around my head, and something cold and small dangled just below my neck, on my chest. Then, his hands went under my hair as he clasped it into place.

I looked down. It was a beautiful, diamond necklace. It was elegant and striking, but it was also the kind of necklace that you can wear everyday with anything. I put my hand over it, smiling. “Oh, Vic,” I smiled, biting my lip. “You shouldn’t have!” I exclaimed. Really, he shouldn’t have.

“Well, guess what? I did,” he said, kissing the back of my head. I finally turned to face him.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” I grinned. Of course he wouldn’t forget. How could I even think that he would forget?

“We had planned a surprise party for you, but we called it off earlier because you’re sick,” he told me.

“Aw, that’s okay. Thanks for the thought, at least,” I smiled reassuringly.

“Want to watch movies with the guys, though?” he asked.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Hey, bear, Parker is here for you,” Mike stuck his head into the room.

“Oh! Okay!” I jumped up—probably a little too quickly because I got a head rush—and walked to the door.

“Hey, Clare,” she smiled, giving me a hug. “Happy birthday! Sorry that you are sick, that really blows,” she said. “I wanted to bring you your present though,” she added.

“Aw, Parker! Thanks so much,” I exclaimed. Parker gave me another hug, whispering lowly into my ear. “I also brought you what you needed. It’s at the very bottom of the bag, under more tissue paper,” she informed me. I nodded.

“Thank a lot,” I mumbled, and she squeezed me.

“Okay, okay, open it already!” she squealed.

I sat down and carefully took out the top layer of tissue paper. I took out what the paper revealed; a small, moleskin book.

“It’s a sketchbook slash notebook. I figured you could use it to write and draw,” she explained.

“Wow, this is awesome, Parker, really,” I smiled broadly, genuinely excited about this gift. I flipped through a few of the pages; the smell of the new paper was inviting. The paper was sturdy, crisp, and smooth. The cover was dark brown, and my name was etched into the front. “Wow,” I repeated. I loved this. I gave her another hug, placing the book carefully back into the bag.

“Now go do your thing,” she whispered in my ear again. I bit my lip nervously.

“Alright, well, I have to go! Happy birthday sweets, and feel better!” she smiled, hugging me for a fourth time. “Text me the results,” she whispered. I nodded, thanking her a million more times.

Once she left, I turned to Vic and Mike. “This is awesome, I’m so excited,” I said. They smiled back. “I’m going to go put it up, I’ll be right back,” I said, biting my lip nervously and rushing back to the room.

I closed the door, and then I went into the bathroom. I dug to the bottom of the bag, taking out the box that I had asked Parker to bring me.

I sighed, opening the package of pregnancy tests.

Yes. Pregnancy tests. I asked Vic what day it was, not because it was my birthday, but because I was late. I was sick, and I was four days late. I’ve never been late a day in my life.

I undid the wrappers on four of them carefully. My hands shaking, I nervously took them, and then I waited. I waited and waited and waited.

I shook in apprehension. How long was this going to take? I checked the box; it said four minutes. Four minutes was a long time. I paced in the bathroom for a few moments, my mind crowded with many thoughts and emotions.

What if I was pregnant? What would Vic think? Would he be happy or unwelcoming to the idea? Would I be happy? What would this mean for the band? If I was pregnant, than I wouldn’t be able to play concerts for a period of time. Of course, I could go back eventually; Kellin had to do it with his baby. But then again, Kellin wasn’t the one who had the baby. His wife did. So it would be different for us, because both of us had to be on stage. So how would we able to handle having a child and going on tours? Things would get complicated, for sure, but would it be complicated for the better or complicated for the worst?

I took a few deep breaths, and then I decided to check the tests. Surely, the four minutes were up.

I looked over at the four tests lined up on the counter nervously.

I felt numb. I didn’t know what to feel.

All of them were positive.

Every. Single. Damn. One.

Notes

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Hello! So, here's another chapter. Although it introduces something big, it is kind of a filler chapter. It's also mostly dialogue, but I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't really like it, I had trouble writing it :/ except i'm excited for future chapters


**announcement** in a few days, i will be traveling to europe for vacation for TWO WEEKS. So, i will not have internet access for that period of time. Although i am sure i will write plenty while i'm there, i won't be able to physically update this for a while. However, i will try to squeeze in a few more updates before i leave, but i have a lot going on in preparation for the trip and with end-of-junior-year hassles. SO i apologize in advance for the long, lonely time period of no new updates :'''''''''( i'm very sad

anyway, this fan fic will be coming to an end soon, also... probably in four or five chapters. But don't worry, i am still doing my other one "I'm The Killer Who Burned Your Home" and will be brainstorming for other new stories, so stay tuned :) and, again, i'm sorry in advance for the future lack of updates! :((

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