Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.

RCJ02: No, Colette's okay with it. She's only very timid. And you'll find the reason for both below.

Bohemian Serenade

By Lola Presents

Chapter 12

The band's stagehands and the local venue's EMTs rushed onto the stage, assessed Luna's condition, and rushed her to the nearest hospital. While the rest of the band and Luna's management desperately wanted to visit her at the hospital, only Lincoln was allowed in initially, considering they were relatives.

Luna had come around shortly after getting emergency treatment on the scene but found herself unable to move well or think clearly. Everything happened around her too fast to process, much less react. Now, she lay on an uncomfortable hospital gurney, propped up so she could watch television.

"What happened?" sighed the confused young woman, having trouble holding Lincoln's hand. "One minute I was singing, the other I was being rushed off."

"I don't know, Luna," admitted Lincoln sadly. "But the doctors should be around soon with the test results," he said. "Once you went down, it became a madhouse. People were screaming so loud nobody could hear anything. And after arriving here, it wasn't much better. People rushed about, pushing you from room to room for various tests."

"Bruh..." slogged Luna. "I feel like shit..."

An intravenous feed got taped to Luna's left arm, and several wires protruded from the green gown the orderlies had dressed her in, leading to several monitors that sat beside her. The constant beep, while assuring she was still alive, was a cause of extreme anxiety. However, Luna lay there, unable to comprehend what might have happened.

As Lincoln sat there, gently squeezing his sister's hand, giving her the occasional boost to her confidence, voices approached the room. Then, whoever was talking, stood outside the door for a moment before one of them entered, a young man in his residency, carrying a clipboard and a manila folder.

"Good morning, miss Loud," the man said, holding his things close to his chest. "My name is Doctor Richards. I'm a resident here and will care for you while the attending physician is busy with other patients."

"What happened, Doc?" moaned Luna, adjusting the lay of her gown.

"Well," sighed the doctor. "That's a good question. The immediate concern is that you've had a stroke, which, at your age, I find problematic. The other issue is that you're pregnant. Were you aware of this?"

Luna nodded, weakly wrapping her arms around her belly.

"Here's the issue, miss Loud," doctor Richards informed her. "Your cholesterol and salt levels are off the charts. You've got to change that. Watch what you eat, alright?" he continued. "No more junk food," he reiterated. "Now..."

"Doc?" interjected Luna, eager to get to the good news. "Can you tell me when I can get back on the road? We have a tour to finish."

"I'm getting to that," sighed the man, glancing at the charts. "You'll need a few months to a year to recover. However, if you take your daily medication as prescribed and undergo physical therapy regularly," he informed her, "you might be able to get back on stage then. In the meantime, I suggest taking a sabbatical from your career and focusing on yourself."

"What?" cried Luna, bursting into tears. "I know I'm weak, but..."

"It's more than that, ma'am," Richards explained. "The motor control center of your brain got damaged as a result of the stroke, and it'll take a while for you to relearn how to walk and do things normally again," came the worst news ever. "Do you have someone living with you at home who can assist you?"

"That would be me, doc," offered Lincoln, seeing as his sister was in no mood for talking. "What about the baby?" he asked, finally getting the chance.

"The baby is fine," the doctor told him. "But miss Loud will need a lot of help caring for it. Now, I would assume that being on the road, she hasn't had a chance to prepare her home for the baby's arrival. Might I suggest taking some time to get things in order before we send her home?"

"Yeah..." muttered Lincoln, not wanting to leave his sister's side but understanding the importance of being prepared. "I can do that. But, at the very least, I'd like to stay the rest of the day. Any idea when she can come home?"

"It'll be a few days," the doctor said. "It all depends on how she responds to the medication and whether or not her levels go down," he continued. "But, if all goes well, she might be able to go home in two to three days."

"I see," whispered Lincoln, fishing his phone from his pocket, still wearing his roadie gear. "I should probably call the family and the band. I'm sure they're all anxious to hear the news."

Before Lincoln did anything else, he stood, leaned in, and kissed Luna lovingly on the forehead while giving her hand a tight squeeze.

"I love you, baby," he said, having pushed Sam, Mazzy, and Colette from his mind. "I once told you I'd follow you to the ends of the earth, and I meant that. You're my one true love, and I'll never leave you. But, right now, I have to take care of some business. Alright?"

"Alright," Luna weakly said, nodding at her lover. "I'll be okay."

Then, stepping into the hall, out of Luna's earshot, Lincoln began calling those who needed to know the most. He did so to prevent Luna from reliving the bad news again, but also because Lincoln didn't think she needed to hear anything that might suggest negativity from those he called.

The band took things the hardest, as their livelihoods were at stake, and Bill had already begun talks of terminating their contracts. Colette was in tears, thinking she was to blame, having added an element of stress to Luna's life while Sam and Mazzy disagreed. However, Colette wasn't deterred and resigned immediately, much to the other's dismay.

Bill couldn't market half a band, especially when one of the missing people was the lead singer, lead guitarist, and primary songwriter. Agreeing to give Luna a few days for initial recovery and to decide how she wanted to handle things, Bill also began looking to place Sam and Mazzy in another band. The next big thing was always a demo tape away.

Dealing with his family wasn't much better, with everyone wanting to talk at once. Trying to get all the details out was nigh impossible and only came in little chunks as Lincoln got opportunities to speak. Naturally, their mother and father were emotional but did well in maintaining their composure. The most important thing was that Luna was still alive.

After seeing the evening news, they feared the worst but were relieved to hear that she and Lincoln would take the rest of the tour off to focus on rehabilitation. Naturally, they weren't too thrilled about the possibility of Luna returning to stage later, but that was a ways off, and they tactfully dropped the issue, hoping she'd get used to home life instead.

"Hey..." sighed a familiar voice as he hung up, returning his phone to his pocket. "How's Luna?" asked Colette, who'd turned up at the hospital.

"Hi..." muttered Lincoln, personally filling her in on Luna's condition.

"So, she c-can't play anymore?" asked the timid girl.

"Not for a while, at least. Come on in," Lincoln told her, ushering her inside. "I'm sure she'd love to see you."

"Hi!" chirped Luna, glad to see the young girl. "How are you?"

"I'm f-fine," offered Colette, sitting beside her idol. "B-but that's not important. How are y-you?"

"Better, I think," Luna said, reaching weakly for Colette's hand. "How are Sam and Maz?"

"N-not good," sighed Colette, nervous about telling Luna the truth. "Bill w-wants to s-shut down the band," she whispered, "and place Sam and Mazzy with a different group."

"I see..." groaned the tired rock star. "What about you?"

"I q-quit," admitted Colette. "I only w-wanted to meet you," she said.

"What are you going to do now?" Luna inquired, not wanting the little girl to disappear.

"I d-don't know," replied Spaz with bated breaths. "I h-have nowhere to g-go," she told Luna, small, silent tears beginning to flow. "I have n-no living relatives."

Luna became overwhelmed with emotion and, forgetting about her condition for the moment, faced Lincoln with puppy dog eyes, and her lower lip poked out, pleading silently with him. Chuckling slightly at his sister, he rubbed his chin, then nodded silently at her.

"You do now," Luna chirped, squeezing Colette's hand as firmly as possible, considering her reduced strength and control. "You're coming home with us!"

Colette's dark eyes lit up, and she inhaled deeply, bringing her free hand to her chest.

"S-seriously?" she gasped as her eyes misted over, her dark eyeliner beginning to run. "Me?"

"Mmhm," hummed Luna, laying her head on the pillow from exhaustion. Then, as she gazed at their underage lover, she had another idea. Turning to Lincoln, Luna pouted again, knowing he couldn't refuse. "Lincoln?" she cooed. "What do you think about adopting her?"

Before Lincoln could respond, Colette began sobbing, collapsing onto Luna's cot with her head resting on her limp arms. Not only had Lincoln and Luna accepted her into their inner circle of love and promiscuity, but they wanted her as family. The thought alone filled every corner of her being, leaving her unable to contain her emotions.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," chirped Lincoln eventually, solidifying Colette's permanence in their lives. "Welcome to the family, Spaz!" Then, turning toward Luna, Lincoln leaned into her belly and began whispering. "Did you hear that, Lyra? You're going to have an older sister waiting for you!"

"Lyra?" gasped Luna, cocking one eye. "It's a little early to name the baby, don't you think? We don't even know what it is yet. Though, that's kind of cute. How did you come up with that?"

"Actually..." sighed Lincoln, grabbing her chart from the foot of the bed. "According to your tests, it's a girl. And Lyra is a constellation, depicted as a woman playing a Lyre or harp. I thought it was fitting."

"Lincoln!" spat Luna, trying her best to fold her arms. "Gee, thanks for spoiling it for me!"

"Sorry..." whimpered Lincoln, solemnly taking a seat.

Slowly, as Luna glared at her brother, her expression changed.

"A girl, huh?" she eventually cooed. "I love it!" she admitted, coddling her belly while talking to it. "Lyra Marie. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Still too early to feel movement, Luna pretended she could hear their daughter's response, which was a resounding yes. Then, mussing Col's hair, Luna readdressed the petite girl.

"What do you think, Col?" she asked, attempting to redirect the girl's overwhelmed emotions.

"I think it's p-perfect," Colette replied through her waning tears. "I p-promise to be the b-best big sister ever!" she declared, gingerly placing her hand on Luna's belly. Then, the elephant in the room suddenly blared its trunk in the back of Colette's mind. Her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at Luna. "W-wait..." she whimpered. "W-what about, y-you know, us?" she inquired, quickly sharing her plea with Lincoln.

Luna and Lincoln gazed at each other for a moment. And after two quick nods, Luna reassured their soon-to-be daughter they hadn't forgotten.

"Anytime, anywhere," Luna cooed.

"As long as we're at home," Lincoln added.

Lincoln felt better about leaving Luna that night, knowing the Spaz would be by her side for company and assistance. After fetching her house keys from her purse on the bus, Lincoln took a cab to the airport and booked a flight home. Arriving shortly after midnight, Lincoln stood outside the quaint single-floor home, taking in its simplistic nature before entering.

Stepping inside, he knew that Luna had spent very little time there. Only the basic furniture was present, though it featured her bohemian flair, and he approved. Lincoln had a lot to do with only two days to prepare. But before he attempted any of that, he needed some rest.

Giving himself a tour of the house, he located all the important landmarks, such as the kitchen and bathroom, then settled into Luna's king-sized bed. Though comfortable, Lincoln didn't feel quite at home yet. But that would change as he introduced more of his personal touches.

Over the following two days, and many phone calls back and forth with Luna and whatever doctor was available at the time, Lincoln prepared their home for her arrival. After making several trips into town, using a rental car, he purchased not only special seats for his beloved to use in the shower and while using the toilet, but he picked up a white crib, a changing table, and other things they'd need in the coming months.

On the day she was to arrive with Spaz, he went around the house and ensured that everything was accessible to Luna, considering she'd use a wheelchair until she was more stable. The last thing he did was set up the crib and decorate Lyra's room. The home had a master bedroom and two spare bedrooms. The room closest to theirs he turned into a nursery for Lyra. The other, he set up for Colette.

None of the rooms got particularly well decorated. With so little time to invest, Lincoln focused on the essentials. Assuming Luna wanted some input on Lyra's decor and not knowing what Colette might like, he deferred those tasks until later. Still, Lincoln did his best, then spent the remainder of his time nervously pacing. When the cab finally arrived, he rushed to Luna's aid.

"Hi, baby," he cooed, proudly kissing Luna passionately now that he could do so freely, before unfolding the wheelchair her insurance had provided her. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, snowball," Luna cooed as Colette fetched their things from the trunk, which included several small bags, a walker, and a pair of special reaching utensils. "Now, get me inside before I go insane."

"Heh," laughed Lincoln. "You're not allowed to go insane, paying the cabbie. "That comes after Lyra's born, and we have to babyproof everything."

"So..." hummed Colette, looking over the little house. "This is h-home, huh?" she said approvingly. "I l-like it! It's c-cute!" she cooed after entering and placing her load on the living room floor.

"Just like you," cooed Lincoln, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her on the neck once he'd closed the front door.

"Dad!" exclaimed Colette, teasing Lincoln about their awkward relationship. "What k-kind of thing is t-that to say to y-your daughter!"

"What?" pleaded Lincoln innocently.

"She's teasing, baby," Luna laughed. "We planned that before we left."

Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief, glad he hadn't misread things and crossed a line.

"Now, I'm sure she's eager to get settled," Luna noted. "So, why don't you show her to her new room?" she suggested before adding a little tease of her own. "You guys can try out her new bed," she chirped with an exaggerated wink.

"I m-might just d-do that," returned Colette, smiling broadly before taking her father by the arm and following him down the short hallway.

Rolling her eyes, Luna knew how horny Lincoln could get. And after so many days without female companionship, she understood he would need release. While she'd rather have entertained him personally, she found it challenging to move around, let alone have a romp in the bed.

Sex would have to come later, once they'd settled for the night. Of course, Lincoln would have to do all the work. Part of Luna looked forward to that, wondering what her brother might do with free reign. Then again, she was up for almost anything. She'd let him do whatever he wanted as long as he loved her and their children.

For now, Colette would have to suffice. And after rolling herself through a quick tour of her house, taking in all Lincoln had done, she wheeled her way to her daughter's bedroom. Seeing little reason not to watch, Luna nudged the door with her chair and looked around.

Col's black boots, jeans, and hoodie lay about the floor while their owner lay on the edge of the bed, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Lincoln as he passionately rutted her vaginal passage, moaning gutturally with every thrust.

"And so it begins..." Luna chuckled, pulling up her skirt and joining them.

"F-fuck me, D-daddy," the girl panted, arching herself to allow deeper penetration. "M-make me h-hurt like y-you used to!" she cried.

"What?" gasped Lincoln, stopping mid-thrust, stunned as her past and reason for stammering became clear. "I'm so sorry, Col..." he offered mournfully. I didn't know..."

"D-don't stop!" Colette begged. "You h-have it all wrong! I loved my d-daddy. But m-mom killed him w-when she f-found out, before c-committing suicide," she told him, not letting go of her new father and lover. "I w-wanted it then, and I w-want it now. Please?" she begged.

"Are you sure, sweetie?" Lincoln whispered, still emotional over the revelation. "I don't want to bring up any bad memories or hurt you."

"Yes, D-daddy," she cooed, gazing lovingly into his eyes. "Mommy d-doesn't care, d-do you?" she asked of Luna, pleading with her eyes.

"Not at all," sniffled Luna. "As long as you're happy, dear."

And after Lincoln made love to his daughter, newly adopted by Luna during his absence, the girl sprang from the bed and orally satisfied her mother. It was Lincoln's turn to watch as he rubbed a second helping out, splattering Col's ass with his seed before cleaning up for dinner, and as he stood in front of the stove, his thoughts turned toward his upcoming child, followed by Sam and Mazzy.