Fight For Love

Part 4

"What is he doing here?" Paul asked as he pulled the SUV into the driveway.

Paul looked out the car window at Gene sitting on his front porch with a black eye. The singer shook his head and looked in the backseat finding his two-year-old fast asleep in the car seat. Paul knew with Evan being with him, the bassist would attempt to watch his mouth, and the singer would be able to keep his anger in check for the most part.

The singer opened the car door and watched as Gene jumped up from his spot, heading over to the car. Paul held up his hand to stop the bassist from his on-coming rant and opened the back passenger, unbuckling his son from his seat, causing the little boy to cry from being woken up.

"It's okay, buddy, we are home now. Look, who's here to see you?" Paul said as he kissed his head.

Paul smiled as the toddler lifted up his head from his father's shoulder, grinning at the older man. Evan held out his arms, signaling for the bassist to take him from Paul. The singer watched as the bassist put the little boy on his shoulders and spun him around, making Evan scream in excitement. Paul shook his head and walked toward the front door, the other two guys following close behind him.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a day now." Gene asked.

"Evan? You want to watch a movie and eat a snack while I talk to Uncle Genie?" Paul asked as he took his son from the bassist.

"YES!" Evan screamed.

"Gene, go make yourself comfortable in the office while I get Ev all set up," The singer said.

"You have to go through all that to have a conversation? He's two! You act like he's going to remember in five minutes what you asked him," The bassist snapped.

"Whose house are you in?" Paul countered

"I'm just saying," Gene mumbled.

"My house, right? So I don't want MY son to hear a conversation that I guarantee will get very heated after everything you've done. So either respect my wishes, and let me get him set up, or schedule a meeting," The singer fired back.

Paul stood in the kitchen, glaring at the older man as he waited for the bassist to make a decision. Finally, after a few minutes, Gene threw up his hands and walked toward the nearby room shutting the door. The singer got everything the toddler would need to keep him quiet. Paul kissed the little boy's head, smiling as Evan pushed him away, distracted by the cartoon flashing across the screen. The singer took one more look at the two-year-old, wondering how Evan would be as an older brother. He was already split from his father as it was now. How would he act now that he would have to share his time with his dad with a new brother or sister?

The singer sighed and opened the door to the office, finding the bassist leaning in one of the office chairs with his feet on the desk. Paul rolled his eyes as he pushed Gene's boots off the table and pointed for him to get out of the singer's seat. The guitarist took his place behind the desk, crossing his arms, waiting for the bassist to make up excuses for his actions.

"Wanna tell me why you felt the need to sock me in the face?" Gene asked.

"What Mr. Big Bad Demon can't handle getting the payback he deserves?" Paul countered.

"Can you act like an adult? Not a teenager pissed off over his little girlfriend that dumped him," The bassist stated.

"Wanna tell me why you felt the need to delete my voicemails? Do you know what you've caused?" Paul countered.

"I was trying to save you from more heartache! Look at what's happened over the last six months since you brought that woman here with you! Have you seen what you did to your studio because of that bitch?" The bassist spit

Paul stared at his bandmate for a moment taking in a deep breath to stop himself from jumping across the desk. He didn't want a full-on fistfight to go down while his two-year-old son was in the other room. The singer leaned forward in his chair and chuckled, seeing Gene getting nervous in his seat.

"That little party you brought over here two nights ago now has not only put one life in danger but two," Paul said

"I know she was in a car accident, Eric told me when I called him looking for you, but how is your life in danger?" Gene asked, confused.

"She's fucking pregnant, Gene! Six weeks and now is in a medically induced coma to ease some of the pain caused by the accident. All because you could stay out of something that didn't fucking concern you! Now I have to wait and see if she wakes up and waits to see the next ultrasound to see that my son or daughter is actually okay." Paul said.

Paul looked up at his best friend seeing the same shock washed over his face, and for the first time, Gene seemed lost for words. The singer wiped his hand down through his hair, waiting for the bassist to say anything to cover his own ass.

"How long until they wake her up?" Gene asked, looking down at the ground.

"Could be today or tomorrow. Eric and Bruce are up there now since Pam demanded I come and get Evan." Paul sighed.

"I don't know what to say," The bassist replied.

"You don't need to say anything to me, but you better fucking hope everything turns out okay. The new album is on hold until Y/N is home safe and sound, end of discussion. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go call Y/N's family and tell them what happened." Paul said, pointing toward the door.

"I'll let everyone know," Gene said, walking out the door.

Paul looked down at the phone in the office, trying to get the courage to make the dreaded phone call to the person both you and he disliked the most. He thumbed through his address book, landing on your old house phone number. Quickly punching the number into the telephone, listening to the multiple rings before a woman's voice came across. He let a deep sigh at the feeling of his stomach dropping at the voice.