Thrills in the Night: A Y/N x Paul Stanley Story

An Agreement

Paul walked down the hall with me, holding my hand. I was trembling, feeling nauseous, and he drew to a halt, turning toward me. There was a pause before he put a hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his soft touch. 

"If you're not up to it, we don't have to," he murmured.

"I want to. I think it'll help me feel better," I said. 

Nodding, he gave me a kiss before kissing me on the hand and leading me down the hall. Eventually we reached Bruce's room. Giving me a reassuring smile, Paul raised his hand and knocked. Eric pulled open the door after a pause, giving us both a smile.

"Hi Y/N, hi Paul," he said, opening the door.

I mumbled a hello and sat next to Paul on the couch. His arm went around me protectively and I clung to him, feeling embarrassed and ashamed and wishing this wasn't happening, but his arm around me made me feel safer. 

There was a pause as we all exchanged awkward glances. 

"So...what exactly did you want to talk to us about?" Bruce asked after a pause.

"Do you two still want to adopt a baby?" Paul asked, and I shivered.

Bruce and Eric exchanged glances.

"I mean...yes, at some point. We haven't really figured out how or when, it's sort of...difficult for a couple like us to adopt," Bruce said slowly.

"Do you want to adopt our baby?" Paul asked.

There was an even longer pause as I bit back a sob before anyone spoke.

"Sorry, what?" Eric asked, and Paul took a deep breath.

"You've both expressed interest in adopting a child. We're going to have one, but neither of us wants one. Would you two want to adopt it?" he said again.

Eric and Bruce exchanged glances and I held my breath.

"Give us...give us a moment to talk," Bruce said, rising to his feet and walking into their bedroom with Eric.

They shut the door, beginning to talk. Paul gave me a kiss and putting a hand on my stomach. I gently pushed his hand off of me, unwilling for him to touch me there, unwilling to have that reminder.

"How're you feeling?" he asked.

"I just want to go home. I want to find a solution and then I want to go home and hide away for nine months until this is all over," I said.

"Hide?" he asked, and I shivered.

"From my family and friends. Only my best friend knows we're dating. And my parents will kill me for getting pregnant so young and before I'm married. I just want to stay home until it's over," I said.

He gave me a look I couldn't read, putting a hand on my cheek and resting his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I did this to you," he murmured.

"It's not your fault. I didn't really bother to make sure we were safe about it either," I said.

He picked up my hand, giving it a squeeze and a kiss before letting go.

"I promise I'll make this right."

I clung to him, overwhelmed with emotions, burying my face in his side.

"I need you to. Please Paul I need you to make things right," I whimpered.

He stroked my hair lovingly, rubbing me on the back. 

"I will. I promise you I will." 

Bruce and Eric walked back into the main part of the room and I lifted my head from Paul's side. They exchanged glances before looking at us.

"Look, we...understand that things are happening fast and are confusing and overwhelming and stuff. So we'll...we'll hesitantly agree to adopt your baby, but please understand that you are able to change your mind and keep your kid at any point. This isn't a binding agreement," Bruce said, and Eric nodded. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted off my heart and I went back to holding on to Paul as his arm went around me.

"Thank you. I really appreciate that," he murmured, helping me to my feet. 

"If things change we'll let you know. But for now just prepare to end up having a baby because we don't have any intent of keeping it right now," Paul said, and Bruce and Eric nodded. 

We said our goodbyes and Paul and I returned to our room. As soon as the door had shut behind us I burst into tears, gasping sobs that wracked my whole body. Paul held me tightly in his arms, sitting with me on our bed.

"I'm s-sorry," I choked.

"It's okay. Are you okay with the choice we made?" he asked, and I nodded weakly.

"I'm just emotional," I mumbled.

"It's okay. Why don't you get some rest?" he asked.

"Please come with me," I whispered, and he nodded.

"I will," he said, walking into the bedroom with me.

He laid down, opening his arms, and I fell into them, burying my face in his chest. 

"It's going to be fine. We're working things out. We'll be okay," he said, and I nodded, closing my eyes, hoping he was right.