I would like to thank all the people who read/reviews Lam On The Lamb you have inspired me beyond belief with your support and praise. Special thank you's go to JennaBrigs, MadeleineJade and Twilight is love with out you ladies I would have given up on my writing a long time ago.
I also think Kings Of Leon deserves recognition for making the most amazing music I've had the pleasure of listening to, Caleb Followill is my Edward Cullen.
All Characters Belong To Stephenie Meyer and All Songs Belong To Kings Of Leon.
I pulled her close as I placed a kiss on top of her head, taking a deep breath of the scent that had become a signifier of home to me.
"I love you. We're going to be okay," I reassured her as I released her body from my hold, and turned to go.
I approached the stage and couldn't help but smile at the loud screams that greeted my family and me. That screaming and cheering always got my adrenaline pumping. Only By the Night had sky rocketed to fame faster than any of us could have imagined.
"I'd like to start off with a new song tonight," I said as I adjusted the strap on my guitar.
I took a deep breath and glanced over at Bella before I started to strum the notes on my guitar. Taking a step forward to the microphone, I smiled out at the crowd before I sung the first word.
I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a Coupe De Ville
She buckled up on navy
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all I have to take
This takings gonna shape me
I couldn't help but glance over at Bella as I sang the lyrics that she had inspired. However, my face fell when I noticed the frown upon her lips. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she broke the news to me about her pregnancy, and it hadn't occurred to me that she wanted to keep this a secret until she was sure of her suspicion.
People call us renegades
'Cause we like living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy
I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm going to be her lover
Always mad and usually drunk
But I love her like no other
And the doctor seems to say he don't know
Where we're gonna go
I'm a ghost and I don't think I quite know
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
I tried my best to focus on the song and not the disapproving looks she was throwing me or the fact that my nerves were wrecked from the fact that I had upset her.
People call us renegades
'Cause like we're living crazy
We like taking on the town
Some people getting lazy
I don't care what nobody says, no
I'm going to be her lover
Always mad and usually drunk
But I love her like no other
And the doctor seems to say he don't know
Where we're gonna go
I'm a ghost and I don't think I quite know
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
Where
They gonna call us renegades, woah, oh, oh
Feel like we're living on this town, woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, woah, oh, oh
And I don't care if you don't win
Jasper seemed to have noticed Bella's unease and smiled sympathetically in my direction as he strummed his bass.
I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a Coupe De Ville
She buckled up on navy
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all I have to take
This takings gonna shape me
***
"Edward, what the hell is the matter with you?" Bella yelled as soon as we entered our apartment. This was the moment I had been dreading the whole cab ride home.
"Love, I didn't know that this would upset you. I wouldn't have played the fucking song if I knew," I growled in response as I threw my guitar case into the hallway closet.
"Well, now you look like an asshole because I'm not pregnant," she said in almost a whisper. I took a moment to be sure that I heard her correctly, and I could tell by the way she hung her head in defeat that I had indeed heard what I thought.
I immediately embraced her, my hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked, trying to hide my anger. We were supposed to be honest with each other no matter what, something she drilled into my head every day.
"You were so excited, and I didn't want you to have to cancel your show because of me. It was all just a false alarm, and I'm so sorry that I scared you," she mumbled against my chest.
"What do you mean 'scared' me?" I asked as I pulled away from her so that I could look into her eyes; her chocolate brown eyes were glazed over with tears as she shakily explained herself.
"I know how the concept of forever scares you, and if we had a baby, then I'd be in your life for just that long."
It took everything in me to form a coherent response when all I wanted to do was laugh in her face for thinking so little of my feelings for her.
"The concept of forever without you is what scares me." I stroked a stray tear away with my thumb as I smiled down at her. "I love you, and I will be here for you as long as you'll want me around."
She seemed to accept my words and nodded in response.
"Let's go to bed," I suggested as I grabbed her hand and led her to our bedroom.
I held her that night as she cried for the loss of the future we thought would be ours. I successfully hid my heartbreak from her as well as the fact that her eyes were not the only ones to weep that night.
***
"So, Edward, the new song that you played at your show the other night has raised some interesting questions. First, let's start with an easy one. What is the name of the song?" the reporter asked as she leaned forward, a sickening smile upon her lips.
"It's called 'Knocked Up,'" I said, trying to hold in a chuckle at her answering frown.
"Does this mean you are going to be a father?" I fought the growl that formed in my chest at her bluntness. This bitch had never met me in her life, yet she was asking me things she had no fucking business knowing about. I hated interviews and more so hated that I was forced to do them.
"That's none of your business," I said as politely as I could manage.
"Well, are you dating someone?"
"You can read the tabloids and form your own response on that one." I was about two seconds from walking out of this interview. As encouraged by our record label, Bella and I were not allowed to discuss our relationship status with the press or be seen together in public.
"Is it true that you're in a very serious relationship with your label mate, Bella Swan?"
"Are you asking me because you want to fuck me?" I responded harshly.
"Are you implying that you would?"
"It was nice meeting you, Victoria, but I must be going now." I stood up hastily and exited the café as fast as I could. I had been in this situation long enough to know when I needed to bail. The shit printed about me in magazines was causing enough bullshit in my life without me fueling the fire.
I hailed a cab and shielded my face from the flashing cameras. This had become my life, and although I appreciated the fact that the band had found success, I was beginning to resent the impact it was having on my life.
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