Song #3

Chapter Seventeen - Rehab is Done, Tour is approaching fast, and I have news

Today was the day Corey was getting released from the rehabilitation centre, the day I told him something, and hopefully, it was the day we'd start preparing the new album for release, and start preparing for the tour that was now supposed to start in two weeks time. That should be enough time considering the boys had all the songs ready, they just needed to be recorded with Corey and they'd be set for tour. I'm hoping. I sighed and rubbed my temples, a splitting headache breaking through. 

Before we left the house earlier, we had been putting up a wooden welcome home sign we had all made for Corey, I was using a nail gun to keep it in place, and as I was doing the last one, something happened, I didn't angle the gun right and it slid from it's place and knocked back into my forehead. I remember yelling out profanities as I held my forehead. I had looked in the mirror and it was just a minor scratch, so I threw a bandaid over it and continued setting up the house. 

Now, however, I was wondering if the force of the nail gun hitting my head was giving me this headache. It probably was but I was choosing to ignore It and just take 4 advil. 

"What if he's different?" I asked as we stood outside of the rehab place

"He won't be" Sid answered

"But what if he is?" I pressed

"He won't be."

"How do you know that?" I asked

"I don't. None of us do. But I have hope, especially when it comes to Corey. I've seen him here before, you have too, I'm sure. He will be okay." Sid replied, in a tone that told me the conversation was over.

I nodded, and turned my head to the front doors, hearing them open. Corey walks out and when his eyes find ours, he cracks a smile I never thought we'd see again.

I was the first to start walking towards him, and as he opened his arms wide I ran into them.

"I'm back baby girl. For good" I smiled into his rather large neck and kissed him. But I felt guilty because I knew there was something I had to tell him, and I didn't have long before he'd start noticing it himself. He pulled away and noticed the bandage on my forehead, which led to us reassuring him I just got into a bit of a 'fight' with the nailgun. We laughed about it but I still felt too guilty to genuinely laugh with them. 

Let me explain a bit, the night that Corey was on the ledge, before that we were in bed, and I sincerely thought everything was okay, we had a little bit of us time and we were going to go to sleep. Then everything happened. What happened next is the part I need to tell Corey about.
The next morning after he left for rehab, I went back home and tried to eat lunch, I made a pizza which is something that hasn't ever made me sick before, and I threw it all up into the toilet. There went that idea. Anyways, Sid heard me throwing up and said I need to get a test, I thought it was ridiculous but went anyway, and it turns out, you guessed it! I was pregnant.

Fast forward 5 months, here we are.

The short car ride had already ended and we were back home, I started to get anxious and my knees began to shake, how am I supposed to tell him? My head is spinning at this point, but I followed the guys out of the car and through the front door anyway, feeling like I was just watching myself walk. No control.

I took a deep breath and let it out, walking towards Corey, "I have something to tell you, can we go talk? Somewhere private?" I asked, my hands shaking so bad I needed to hide them within my hoodie pockets.

"Sure, what's up?" He asked as a concerned look placed upon him and we entered the basement

"I um, well remember that..that night?" I asked

"Of course I do. What's this about?" He questioned

"I. I'm pr-" my sentence was cut off by Sid barging into the room

"What Sid?" Corey nearly snapped

"Hey, it's alright" I spoke softly and touched his shoulder, he looked back at me and sighed.

"What's up Sid?" He asked, a bit more kindly this time

"Nothing just we have a cake, and some pizza and beer, well, like four old ones in the fridge. But yeah. Cake and pizza, 'cause why not?" I chuckled along with Corey

"We'll be right up Sid, that cake better have candles on it." I demanded, while chuckling. He went upstairs and I turned back towards Corey. I couldn't speak so I pulled out the clear sandwich bag covered positive pregnancy test, handing it to Corey.
It took him a few moments to analyze it and make sense of it properly, before he surprised me and pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight.

"It'll be hard with tour coming up, but I'm willing to try if you are." He whispered and kissed the top of my head, and then my forehead, I smiled into his shirt, it was all I could do not to cry. He of course had to notice that too.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He asked me, a sad looking resting on his face now too.

"Because I thought you would be mad or hate me or something" I said, and looked up slightly at his face

"I could never hate you or be mad at you for something like this. Now, let's go eat, you're eating for two now, or more ya never know, we best be making sure you're fed." He said and we both laughed and smiled as he led me up the stairs, hand in hand.

"Who wants cake and pizza! Maybe both at once!" Sid yelled, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. This is how it's supposed to be. I liked it.

Joey winked at me and I nodded, silently letting him know I told Corey, and he could obviously tell everything went well.

"So when does the tour start?" Corey asked

"November 23rd." I beat everyone to the answer, making Sid glare at me, "Hey, I was supposed to say that!" I laughed
"Oops?" I chuckled as I shovelled a piece of pizza with cake atop it into my mouth. The combination was perfect.

I walked to the counter, but before I could get there, I tripped and smashed my skull into the wall nearby. I felt so dizzy and within seconds, I was on the floor, out cold. 

The last thing I remember was laughing with Corey and Joey, tripping, hitting my head and then my head hitting the floor. What happened next is unknown to me.