A Queen and A Bridge / Broken Bits

Kirstenana

Rex/Gypsy (Come on Eileen)

Family / Romance

Gypsy didn't know what to do. Her mother was pissed, her brother was with her in the festival, outside of the festival, or God knows where, and Rex, well, she didn't know what was going on with Rex.

"Rex." The stunning man wearing a red shirt turned around to the lady in the short dragon dressing gown, and all of a sudden, she felt almost nude. "We need to talk."

"I had to sneak your mum into the festival, so I think I've apologised enough on my part."

"No, Rex, we really need to talk." she took in a deep breath. "When's your next gig?"

"Tonight."

She nodded, dragging him by the thumb away from the girls, and into someone's van, which they used as a sofa. "Do you remember how I said, before your gig, that the pill might not have worked?"

"What pill?"

"The morning after pill."

Rex thought for about ten seconds, and then gasped quietly. "Oh, fuck."

"I guess you've figured out the rest."

"Yeah." he held his head. "And you're sure it's . . mine?"

"Unlike some people in this van, when I enter a relationship, I don't go around fucking tramps."

"Listen, Gypsy, I didn't even know we were together."

"We slept together!"

"That doesn't mean anything, Gyps."

"How does it not mean anything to you?"

"I don't know. I've never been that way. Never been one to settle down."

"So what, is our baby going to end up like Zowie?"

"Zowie Bowie?"

"Yeah. We name him a weird name, you write a song about him, and then no one ever sees anything about the wife or the child again?"

"And I suppose you're one to settle down, right?"

"Of course."

"And how do you envision it working out?"

Gypsy sighed, closing her eyes, being able to visualize it. "A big house, two kids, and a car. The oldest is a boy, the youngest is a girl. He might be mean to her, but he'll beat up her boyfriends if they break her heart. And then there's this beautiful golden retriever that's name is Gary, and he sleeps at our feet every night."

"That's lovely, but it's not me. I'm sex, drugs, rock-n-roll! I've said on several occasions I won't settle down, and my fans respect me for that. I'm weird. My music's weird. I don't just go along with society. I don't fit in. I can't fit in. And marriage is a big part of that." He took in a deep breath. "It's not me."

"So? It's not me either. I'm a glorified stripper, and I'm having a kid."

"Oh, come on. You're not a stripper." He scooted closer to Gypsy and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "You just dance, you don't have a pole or anything."

"I'd still be a terrible mother afterwards, not to mention a dancer. I walked in on my mum once and almost passed out at her take at some moves. She's so old!"

Rex laughed. "You'll be a great mother. And as for a dancer, you just don't lose natural talent, and baby, you've got a lot of it."

"Man, this is weird."

"What?"

"There's someone growing inside of me right now," she replied, almost amazed by it.

"The body is an amazing thing."

"Fuck off." She laughed. "It's scary, I'll tell you that. How does a baby even grow from something that small? I mean, really. I've seen both, and there's no way that baby gravy has the possibility to make people. Think about how many children it could make!"

"Baby gravy," laughed out Rex. "Don't ask me how it works."

They sat for a bit, both of them in silence, but neither uncomfortable.

"Okay," said Rex, interrupting 'The Tears' by Robots in Disguise, who were playing across the field.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'll do it. I- I'll settle down . . . somewhat, I'll do the parent thing, I'll do the big house thing."

"Somewhat?"

"Gypsy, I love you. And I love whatever that is growing inside of you, because it is half of me. But we need a way to provide for it, right? I'll still do the music thing, you'll do the stay-at-home mum thing, it all works out."

"But how do I know what you're doing on tour?"

"You can't come with me, for the first year at least. My sister had a kid and she never let that thing out of her sight." He puffed some air out of his nose. "I don't know. But we'll learn as we go along."

"Mum said that was a big part of parenting."

"Yeah." They relaxed some afterwards, intertwining their legs.

Gypsy was ready to take on the challenge to fix the broken bits in Rex. Make him a whole man. Make him a partner. Make him a father. And, most importantly, to make him love her and their child. In the end, that's all that really matters, isn't it?