Was it really your time?

“Mom! Moooom!” Vic called while holding the video camera from the side of the bed. He has Quinnie in his other arm.

“Victor.” I groaned as I breathe heavier. They rushed me to the hospital this morning. It’s almost time for our second baby to arrive. All of the people that we care about are outside the ER—Whak’s there and so is Cam and Jake and Matty. My mom, who has almost moved here in San Diego for us, is also outside waiting. And Vic’s guys are also there with his brother Mike.

“Come on, Q.” He said pointing the camera to our two-year-old daughter. “Cheer on mommy. You’re brother’s gonna arrive soon. Are you excited, princess?”

She removed her thumb from her mouth and answered her jumping with excitement father. “Yes!” She said so enthusiastically.

“Aww, come on cheer up, Jen.” Vic said rubbing my thigh. I am almost growling from panting so loud. Giving birth is so fucking painful. This never would’ve happen if it weren’t for my husband. We were on tour! And he just sabotaged me on our dressing room. Well I guess it’s my fault too. I fucking forgot my birth control patches. I never have to have them before.

But don’t get me wrong I love my baby. It’s just that we’re both working and having one baby is hard enough.
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*flashback*
“Shit.” Two lines. Again. For the fourth test, two fucking lines. I’m pregnant again. Shit. Jenna, stupid. Idiot! Two babies?! You both are touring. Shit shit shit. Wait no, it’s not just your fault. “
I heard a knock on the bathroom cubicle I was in.

“Jenna? Is that you? Is there a problem? Are you okay?” Shit. It’s Lynn.
“Uh yeah. Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a minute. I thought you guys were warming up?” I tried to change the subject.

“Yeah um we’re done I was just washing my arm. Some fan spilled coke on me. Can you believe that? Well accidentally. It’s my fault anyways.” Lynn said. I can hear the water on the faucet.

“Some fan.” I managed to let out a nervous laugh. Where the fuck am I supposed to put all these pregnancy tests. I’m wearing skinny jeans for fuck’s sake.

“You sure you’re okay? You were kinda talking out loud.”

“Yeah positive! Wait what. What d’you hear?” My voice was slightly shaking.

“Oh nothing just mumbling. Listen I’m gonna go ahead now. Is that cool?” She asked.

“Yeah. Uh Lynn wait! Can you get me my bag?”

“Sure where is it?”

I told her where my bag is and she gladly did me the favor. This is why I love Lyndsey.

“Thanks, Lyndsey. You’re an angel.” I said.

“Yeah yeah. You owe me, McDougall.”

“Haha okay. Thanks again.”

I put all the pregnancy tests inside the bag. And went out of the bathroom with Lynn.

“What are you hiding in there, Mrs. Fuentes?” She teased.

“Haha very very funny. You’re funny today Lyndsey.” I said throwing my arm around her neck with light force. She knew I didn’t like to get teased about getting married.

“Ow, excited for California? I know I am. We get to see your daughter!” She said jumping. Her comment about Quinn made my stomach hurt. I miss my daughter so much. She might’ve noticed the change in my face expression so she smiled at me.

“Yeah. Imma have to go somewhere.” I said facing down. I just realized I just don’t wanna be in contact with anyone right now. I just wanna be alone. Soon, I’m gonna have to face missing two kids. I don’t ever think I can go anywhere far from my children if that’s going to be the case. As much as I love doing this. Fuck.

I walked into our bus ignoring anyone who talked to me. My world just suddenly came blank. I can’t really process what I’m hearing. I thought Jaime just grabbed my arm but I got away from his not so tight grip so quickly. Alex might have asked me if I’m okay, but I ignored that too. Or maybe I’m just making all these stuff up in my head. I found myself moments later inside our bus, tangled in sheets on my bunk.

I’m pregnant again. That means nine months, no touring. That means, nine months of big tummy and getting fat. That means, another baby that I’ll terribly miss while I’m on tour. Another life inside me. Fuck. How do I tell Vic? Is he gonna be mad about it? Are we getting divorce? That quick? Jenna, think.

How do I tell my band mates about this? That we have to stop working again for a couple of months? Can I put them into that agony again? Jenna what have you done? My head’s spinning like fuck.

A light tap on my shoulder glued me back to reality. It was Vic. I can tell. I recognize the smell and the way his hand feels on my shoulder.

Notes

So this chapter is kinda short. It's just Jenna with some lynn and vic and the other guys are mentioned too. This is my first fic so be nice. What do you guys think? :)