Crazy Nights: A Y/N x Gene Simmons Story

There You Are

It had been a month since I had figured out I was carrying twins, and my stomach was so swollen it seemed like I was nine months pregnant instead of just five. With a wince, I sat up, pulling on my shoes. My feet were far too swollen for me to wear anything other than sneakers. 

There was a knock on my door and Harley walked in, giving me a worried look. "Oh, Y/N, I don't know if this is a good idea. I know you're just a little over halfway through your term but girl you're very pregnant, you've got twins! I'm not sure about this," she said worriedly. 

I waved my hand dismissively, massaging my back. "It'll be fine. I don't have a choice, I have to find him! And with twins there's no guarantee I'll make it all nine months. I have to find him as soon as I can!" I snapped. 

"I know but come on babe look at you! You can barely stand without your back or your legs or your feet killing you!" Harley protested.

Giving her a smile, I stumbled to my feet, stretching, before a flurry of soft fluttery kicks rained down on the inside of my belly. I let out a gasp, hands flying to my stomach. 

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Harley asked worriedly. 

I gave her a smile, happy tears pricking at my eyes. "They kicked me! Oh Harley the babies kicked me!" I whispered. 

A smile of her own spread across her face and she gave me a ginger hug. "Oh Y/N. You're going to be a wonderful mother. Now come on, let's go find your baby daddy!" 

This time I sat for most of the show, since my whole body would ache if I stood up for too long. I was in a soft bodyhugging dress that only came down to my knees, but it was coupled with a long jacket, so when I had my jacket drawn around me I could pretty much hide how pregnant I was. One song before the finale, Harley pulled me to my feet. "Come on Y/N, we're taking advantage of this!" she shouted over the music, leading me down the aisle to the backstage door.

"Alright listen, I'll distract the roadie, once the curtain drops get backstage and get your man!" she said, giving me a shove. 

"Thanks Harley I'll text you!" I called over my shoulder, watching as she flirted with the roadie. Once the coast was clear, I snuck backstage, waiting for the music to stop so I knew that Kiss, and more importantly Gene, was backstage. Finally, the loud throbbing of the music was replaced by the screaming cheers of the audience. I wandered through the halls, looking desperately for Gene, before seeing a familiar figure walking down the hall, tapping his drumsticks against his thigh as he hummed 'Beth' to himself.

"Hi um excuse me? You're Peter Criss, right?" I called, trying to jog to catch up with him.

He jumped, whirling around to look at me. "Yeah that's me, what can I do for you?" he asked, drawing to a halt.

"Um...do you know where I can find Gene Simmons? I kind of really urgently need to talk to him," I said, gesturing to my stomach. 

Peter's eyebrows shot up, eyes widening. "Well. You do need to talk to him," he said, before snapping out of it.

"Right! Well, here, I'll take you to the dressing room. And I'll uh...well I'll try and find him if he's not already on the way," he said, gesturing for me to follow him. I walked down the hall with him, heart starting to race. I was finally going to meet up with Gene again, after months of searching.

Peter escorted me into the dressing room, pulling up a chair for me. "He should be in here soon," he said, giving me an almost sympathetic smile before walking away.

The curtain swung shut behind him and I was left sitting there alone. Well, not entirely alone. Heaving a sigh, I put a hand on my stomach, absentmindedly rubbing the baby bump and feeling the twins inside squirm around, still kicking me gently. A smile spread across my face and I patted my stomach. Despite how much of a roller coaster it had all been, in a strange way I was grateful it had happened, grateful I was pregnant, and not in the sense that I was going to try and get child support money out of Gene Simmons or anything.

There was the sound of platform boots on the floor coming down the hall and I looked up, heart starting to race. Any minute now, I would be face to face with the father of my baby for the first time since our one night stand that had gone farther than either of us could have possibly imagined it would. 

***Aaaa I'm sorry I couldn't help it! I wanted to have a cliffhanger, but don't worry! I'll be getting the next chapter up soon! Hope you enjoy!***