A/N: Yes I'm fully aware men don't have kids :P I usually don't write mpreg...but I thought I would give it a try. I honestly think this story sucks...but please give me your opinion, read and review. Criticism is most welcome UNLESS it's about homosexuality or anything like that. Once again thank-you to one of my best friends for editing and for the ideas :) Btw sorry I haven't been updating anything lately...schools started again and it's a bit harder. Thank-you for reading, hope you guys enjoy the story! x
Andy's POV
Once again I found myself dropping my bass guitar and running from rehearsal to go throw up…I have no idea what is wrong with me but this whole week I have felt like absolute shit. The only weird thing is that it's only in the morning; later in the day I'm absolutely fine. It's really starting to annoy everyone though, because we can hardly get through at least two songs without me running out on them. Oh and half the time I run to the bathroom thinking I'm going to be sick and then just end up sitting there beside the toilet uncontrollably gagging nothing up, real attractive. I'm just lucky Shaun has never followed me in here, that would be so embarrassing…and he would probably vomit himself.
I don't know what to do…and I don't want to see a doctor because I hate them and they hate me, plus we don't even have the time… especially when we cant even get through one rehearsal before the afternoon. Before I could think anymore I heard the bathroom doors swing open…Shit what if it's Shaun! He can't see me like this! I'm gross enough.
"Andy…It's me, Bradie, are you okay?" Bradie asked, opening the cubicle door and sitting beside me.
"No I'm not okay. My head is pounding and I feel like I have tidal waves in me…how the fuck are we supposed to get through a tour if we can't even get the chance to rehearse because I'm always running out?" I replied, leaning my head against the cubicle wall.
"Andy…"
"Yes?" I replied, expecting to hear him say something smart and something that would actually help the situation like always, but instead I hear…
"I think you might be pregnant."
"Bradie…" I replied, trying my best not to slap him.
"Yea?" He replied calmly, as if what he had just said was totally normal. I mean yea it would be…IF I WAS A FEMALE.
"Get the fuck out of here" I said, motioning to the door.
"Why? I'm just trying to help" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because you're a fucking moron" I smiled.
"Fine, but don't expect me to be baby-sitting, when it's born" He replied, walking out of the bathroom.
He is lucky I didn't have the strength to get up and run after him; I would've torn that bitch apart. I can't believe him…I mean I knew he was retarded and all, but seriously even I thought he would know how babies are made…but obviously not. Like what the actual fuck was going through his mind when he decided to come tell me that he thinks that I might be pregnant! I AM A MAN. I DON'T GET PERIODS NOR DO I HAVE A VAGINA…THERE FOR NO BABY IS POSSIBLE.
Seriously was he trying to make me feel better or worse? Because right about now I felt ten times worse than I first did…I don't even know why I'm arguing with myself about such a stupid and impossible thing, besides whose baby would it be? I couldn't believe that I was even asking myself such a thing.
I had just walked back onto the stage where Shaun was sitting there fiddling with his fingers, "Where have you been?"
"Throwing up just like every other day of this week" I replied, still annoyed at what Bradie had left me with.
"You're not bulimic, are you? The fans don't actually think you're fat you know…"
"Nope, but soon they will." Bradie coughed.
I shot Bradie a death glare, and replied to Shaun, "Bulimic? Ever since when did I start listening to a bunch of hormonal psychotic teenagers?"
Ignoring what I had just said Shaun asked, "And what's that supposed to mean Bradie?" He looked confused.
"Nothing, he's just being an idiot" I answered before anything else was said.
"Right…anyways I think we should call it a day." Shaun replied, eyeing Bradie and I suspiciously.
I was now lying on my bed at home with the bedroom door locked, staring at the ceiling...I just wanted to be alone for a while and so I could hear myself think, I didn't even know how I felt. I was tired, angry, confused and worried all at once. Aside being worried about me being sick every morning, I couldn't stop thinking about Shaun. I don't know what it is about him but I just can't stop thinking about him, especially after what happened a few months ago. Flashbacks started filling my mind, we were just supposed to be going out for some drinks with our chosen support acts for TIBC after the Coffs harbor show, but one thing lead to another and the guys just kept ordering rounds after more rounds.
I was so drunk I don't even remember how I ended up in Shaun's hotel room...everyone had gone back to their own rooms. At first we were just sitting on the couch talking to eachother and watching TV, but then the next thing I knew we were straddling each other's waists and tearing our clothes off- shit…we didn't use protection. Well…Shaun's clean anyway I guess…I know he is, I mean it's Shaun. This is all just a mess…It wasn't even supposed to of happened and now the bad thing is that…I enjoyed it, now all I think of everyday is how I woke up in his arms, but it was nothing…nothing but a drunken night.
Before I could think any further and tear my mind apart, Bradie started knocking the fuck out of our bedroom door, "ANDY OPEN THE DOOR NOW"
I rolled my eyes. "And what makes you think I should let you in after this afternoon?"
"Because I have something that can fix this for once and for all, I promise."
I groaned, walking over to the door, "This better be good" I replied.
As soon as I opened the door he barged through and handed me a brown paper bag with the local pharmacy logo on it. I couldn't believe what was inside it… I dropped the bag immediately in both disgust and shock, "BRADIE YOU SON OF A FUCKING DONKEY…YOU BOUGHT ME A PEE STICK?"
"A pregnancy test actually" he replied, folding his arms as if he took offence to it…psh if anyone is pregnant it's him.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP I KNOW WHAT IT IS…"
"Look just calm down okay and take it…it's worth a try" he replied, picking the bag of the floor. I couldn't believe he was being serious.
"Bradie…is this some sick joke? I AM A MALE."
"LOOK JUST TAKE IT OKAY AND THEN IF IT IS NEGATIVE YOU CAN BURN ALL MY SPIDER MAN STUFF"
"Fine, you know what…I am going to take it, just to prove you wrong."
"Go ahead" he replied motioning to the bathroom.
