Fight For Love

Part 5

"Hello? If this is a prank call, I swear! We've got bigger issues to deal with here than you brats," The woman said.

Paul hit the speaker button on the phone and placed it back on the base. He ran his hand down his face and through his hair in an attempt to calm himself. The singer knew again he had to remain calm to give the people Paul had hoped he would never have to speak to again in his life.

"Hey Melissa, this is Paul Stanley. How are you doing?" Paul asked.

"Y/N isn't here. I haven't seen that little bitch since she punched me in the drug store. It seems her mom was right, and she was knocked up. So what do you want?" Melissa asked.

Paul stayed silent for a moment, trying to process the woman's comment over you hitting her. He felt a sense of proudness that you had finally put your aunt in her place. The singer, though, tried to hold in his budding anger at the rude comment over the pregnancy. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and leaned into his desk.

"Well, actually, the reason for my call is that Y/N was in an accident two nights ago. Right now, she's in a medically induced coma. She and the baby are expected to be okay. I just wanted to let her mom know." Paul replied.

"And, What do you expect us to do? Fly out there and be by the little whores bedside when she wakes up? I can speak for all of us when I say we don't care if we see her or that little bastard ever. All the shit she caused her mom and brother the last time was enough for all of us to cut ties," She spit.

"You know, Melissa, I've watched for almost 8 months the hell that your family has put my girlfriend through. I've questioned why she would stick by her mother and brother after using her as a human punching bag and an ATM. The only answer I can see is that she loves you all that much, and it's sad. You deserved more than a smack in the face, but you can do what you want with the information I just gave you. Honestly, I don't give a damn if we ever hear from you all again. I just thought as a father that Y/N's mother would like to know that her only daughter's condition and that she was going to be a grandma." Paul said and hung up the phone.

He leaned back in the office chair and sighed deeply, still shocked by the woman's response regarding the accident. Paul looked down at his desk, seeing the photos all over the place, most of Evan. The singer's eyes scanned, overseeing two newer pictures of the three of you on the zoo's bench. It was the first time Paul had taken you to meet his son, and one of you sitting on Paul's lap in the living room. He shook his head, remembering that afternoon when his bandmates had caught the two of you in a very awkward situation. Paul was grateful that one of his bandmates had captured the sweet moment during the dinner.

"Just please let her be okay," Paul whispered as he heard the door open.

"Daddy? My cartoons and snacks are done . Can we go play with my cars?" The toddler asked."Absolutely," Paul said, leaving his seat.

The singer held open his arms, and the little boy jumped up in his father's arm. Evan wrapped his arms around his dad's neck and kissed the side of his dad's face. Paul smiled at the two-year-old and headed up the stairs to the little boys' room, welcoming the mild distraction for a bit after the horrible phone call. -----------------------------------------------------A couple of hours laterPaul laid his son down in his crib and covered him up with one of his favorite blankets. The singer stepped back, watching Evan sleeping soundly after spending the afternoon playing with every toy in his room with Paul. The boy had finally worn himself out. Paul walked out of the door shutting it quietly behind him. He was glad he had a little extra time with Evan to take his mind off all the other insanity surrounding his life. The sound of the phone ringing from his bedroom pulled him out of his thoughts as he darted to the next room.

"Hello?" Paul asked, hitting the speakerphone.

"Hey, it's Eric. I wanted to call and give you an update on what's going on up here," The drummer said.

"What's wrong? Is it Y/N or the baby?" Paul asked anxiously, sinking on the bed.

"They want to wake her up soon and do a check on the baby. Did you pick up Evan?" Eric asked.

"Fuck, yeah, Evan is napping now, and there's no way someone can get here in time for me to be there." The singer replied.

"I'll have Bruce tell them to wait if possible for you to get here. Just bring Ev with you, and I'll take care of him, okay?" The drummer said.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, and Eric, thanks man," Paul replied, hanging up quickly.

Paul ran from his bedroom to the nursery, scooping up Evan and the blanket covering him. The toddler started crying in protest of being woken up from his nap too soon. The singer rubbed his son's back and darted down the stairs, looking for his keys to the suburban. Quickly finding them on the counter and snatching them up, locking the front door behind the two of them. Paul wasted no time buckling Evan in his car seat, trying to shut the door, as the little boy stirred in his chair.

"Daddy? Where are we going?" Evan murmured from the backseat

"We are going to see uncle Eric and Bruce, okay? Just go back to sleep," Paul said."Otay," The toddler said softly.Paul jumped into the driver's seat and looked in the rear-view mirror seeing the toddler had already drifted back to sleep. The singer pulled out of the driveway and drove as quickly and safely, feeling worried that you would wake up and he wouldn't be at your bedside.