We're nearly at the end guys :( It's been a ride. There will be one chapter after this and an epilogue.
I apologise for any mistakes in this add. It's midnight and I'm exhausted since I've had a busy week because I've finished school now (yay!). Having a social life is tiring, I prefer not having one.
Anyway, don't own McFly, but I own the plot and characters you don't recognize.
Dougie
Lee was sentenced for a few years. I didn't pay attention to how long exactly, since all I needed to hear was that he was in jail and then the relief I felt was overwhelming. That was one problem dealt with. Kane Poynter was pissed off, and started swearing around the place, shouting, claiming that his son did no wrong. He got a little out of hand and assaulted a police officer.
I found Officer Sanders and thanked him for doing all he could to get Lee arrested, and he mentioned that Ryan and The Racketeer and everyone else that were involved were arrested 25 to life, and that the police all heard Lee and Ryan plotting something and since then they've been transferred to different wings and have been banned from having any visitors. My life was finally coming together.
We finished our second album, and it was due to be released in two months. Tom was acting like he desperately wanted to tell me something and it was like everyone else knew something I didn't and acting weird with Gi – making sure she was comfortable, that she had enough to eat and drink… He tried to tell me something after the court before I drifted off to see Sanders. I was getting worried – what if something was wrong with Gi?
I cornered Tom one day as we prepared to go for an interview with Radio 1. I needed to know. On the way to the studio, I stopped him.
"Dude, what the fuck is up with you?" I asked him bluntly.
"What?" he blinked.
"Something's up with you and Gi. What is it?"
"Oh, that… well, I tried to tell you after court but… yeah, I guess we got distracted. But… we found out on the day that you and Shawna fought against… yeah. Um, Giovanna's pregnant." Tom said looking awkward.
What? Their people didn't have young pregnancies! Wait… they knew that long? #
"Why didn't you tell me, man?!" I frowned at him.
"Well… you and Shawna just lost- it felt like we'd be rubbing it in your faces." Tom said sheepishly.
"Dude, we'd be happy for you! I am happy for you. Congrats!" I hugged him.
Sure, I was a bit gutted; but I was happy for him.
"Come on guys!" Fletch shouted at us.
"When is she due?" I asked Tom as we entered the studio.
"Sometime in August." Tom grinned. He was obviously happy, and relieved at my reaction.
"Warning dude. Women are bitches during labour, and they seriously mess up your hand."
Shawna listened to the girls cooing over her son as she waited upstairs. That's all she could do now. Wait. She sat cross-legged on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, feeling as if she was suffocating in anticipation and anxiety. Why? Why the wait. She couldn't deal with all the waiting. She got up off the floor and started pacing. Up and down, up and down the room, her barefoot feet slapping against the hard tiles in a rhythm of impatience.
"Shawna? Are you alright?" was Ivy's cry of concern from the bottom of the stairs. Her friend had been gone for an abnormal amount of time to go to the bathroom.
"Fine! Just sorting some stuff out!" Shawna shouted back, glancing at the counter by the sink where the answer to her question lay.
"Do you need some help?" forever helpful was her friend. Shawna's heart skipped a beat. No, Dougie had to be the first to know if the news was good.
"No, no. You stay down there!"
"Ok,"
Shawna sighed in relief and checked her watch. The waiting was over. She picked up the white stick, and an award-winning grin graced her face. She threw the stick into the bin and skipped all the way downstairs where her friends were playing with James and joined in gleefully.
Dougie
I arrived home after a rather awkward interview and saw the sight of Shawna playing with James on the living room floor.
"Guess what Tom and Gi have been hiding from us ever since that night?" I asked her.
"What?" she frowned.
"Gi's pregnant. Nearly two months along." I told her.
"Really? She was just here, she didn't show at all." Shawna murmured, then frowned, "Actually, she did wear baggier clothes than usual. I can't believe they didn't tell us!"
"Yeah, well they obviously thought it was a tender subject for us." I grimaced. She nodded.
"Um… Doug. I have some news of my own for you." She smiled.
"What?" I asked dumbly.
She was about to say something when a blood curdling cry echoed around the room. James had attempted to stand up and knocked his head on the corner of the coffee table, and was bleeding. Badly.
"Shit!" we both cursed. Shawna grabbed him quickly and hugged him tightly. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cloth and went to press it tightly against the wound.
"We have to go to the hospital. This is pretty deep." Shawna said, panicking.
"Oh shit! Ok. I'll call someone." I grabbed my phone and called Danny.
"Hey Doug." He answered cheerfully. I rushed through what was going on and asked him to take us to the nearest hospital.
Seconds passed and he was there. James' screeches were unbearable to listen to. They never stopped. He was taken from Shawna's arms upon or arrival to A&E, and Shawna sobbed into my t-shirt as we waited for some news from the doctors. Danny waited with us, even though I told him he could leave.
"What if he ends up brain-damaged? What if he dies? Oh, this is my entire fault!" Shawna wailed.
"It's not your fault Shawna. It could've happened to anyone. If anything it's my fault." I told her.
"Hey, I have an idea." Danny interrupted the wailing. "Let's play a game of Never Have I Ever only with water."
"Seriously, Dan?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes, I bet it'll cheer you up." Danny grinned, handing us a water bottle each. "Alright, I'll start. Never have I ever broken the law."
Shawna and I both drank, and Danny smirked.
"Ok, then. Never have I ever done drugs." I smirked at Shawna.
"Oh, you're a bastard." She muttered, taking a sip. What surprised me was that Danny also took a sip.
"Dude!" I gasped.
"What? We were in high school, and me and my mate messed about with weed this one time." He blushed.
"Ok, my turn!" Shawna smirked, "Never have I ever slept with someone I didn't love – or think I loved."
Shit. I drank, as did Danny.
"Boys." Shawna tutted.
"My turn! Ok, so never have I ever been so drunk I've passed out."
I left my drink but Shawna took a sip.
"I take that this happened when I was away." She nodded in response sheepishly. "Alright, never have I ever l-"
"James Jackson?"
Shawna shot up to her feet and practically ran up to the doctor. I followed her like a sheep, feeling rather numb to be perfectly honest.
"How is he?" Shawna asked eagerly.
"He's unconscious at the moment. He's lost quite a bit of blood, but he'll be fine, a bit weak for a few weeks, and we'll have to keep him over-night in case he has a concussion." The doctor said.
"Can we see him?" Shawna asked.
"Are you family members?" oh she only thinks to ask that after she said everything!
"Yes, I am his mother and this is my boyfriend." Shawna grabbed my hand, and the female doctor finally looked at me and her mouth dropped. Ah, shit.
"Y-Y-Y-" she stuttered.
"Yeah, yeah, can we see him?" I asked impatiently.
"Sure, right down the hall to the left." The doctor said in a squeaky voice.
"Ay, Doug, Shaw, I'll be right here." Danny shouted from his seat. He had gotten a packet of crisps from somewhere. I nodded as I was pulled away by Shawna.
Shawna couldn't deal with witnessing her little baby like that. After a while of just staring at James lying helplessly on the hospital bed, she rushed to the bathroom to have a breather. She felt ill. She had gained something, and now she was losing something. She knew James would be ok, the doctor said so, but she still couldn't bear to see her son in pain.
A thought she hated crossed her mind; she needed a fix. She felt sick at the thought – she shook her head. She had her sanity now, and she wasn't letting it go again. She marched out of the bathroom and went to face her problems head on. She wasn't a coward.
She entered the room with fierce determination, but froze when she saw a sight that surely melted her heart. Dougie was sat on the hospital bed, a sobbing James in his arms, cradled. Dougie was murmuring to him that everything was going to be alright, when James said something that shocked both her and Doug.
"Dug, are you my new daddy?" Dougie visibly seized up. Shawna bit her lip, waiting to see if he'd answer the little boy.
"Um… James, I don't know. I guess I am." Dougie answered, unsurely.
"Yeah, you are." Shawna spoke softly.
Shawna slowly sat next to her boys. She took James into her arms gently and stroked his head, where there were now stiches.
"How are you feeling hon?"
"My head hurts, mummy." The little boy sniffed.
"I know, babe, just sleep it out." Shawna murmured.
Dougie wrapped his arm around Shawna as James' whimpering softened as sleep took over him. Shawna finally grasped the courage to tell Dougie the good news that she bared.
"Doug… I have some news to tell you." Shawna said softly.
"What?" Dougie nuzzled his head against Shawna's neck.
"I'm pregnant."