Bex, Painter, and Roger quietly sit around the room watching a movie that Bex put on insisting that it is a cult classic. Painter and Roger quickly realize it is in fact, a documentary about cults instead of a beloved movie. They watch intently as Fenix lays in his bassinet still asleep.
As the credits roll, another man enters the room as abruptly as Roger and Painter before him. His shaggy blonde hair hits right above his eyebrows and the loose fitted t-shirt that he wears displays his extensive tattoos. Despite his gangly six foot four frame, it's the way his eyes go immediately to Bex that is most noticeable in that moment. Colson, Fenix's father, is one of those people who you can't help but pay attention to. Most people would credit his fame for that draw, but even those who only know him from a distance are aware that it's his chaotic nature that keeps you on your toes, not wanting to look away in case something of note happens while you are distracted. It's that pull to watch intently that makes him a favorite topic of discussion for fans and critics alike.
Bex
(throwing her hands up, questioning)
Does no one know how to walk into a room with a sleeping baby?
Colson
(dramatically looking around, jokingly)
Oh there is a baby here?
Bex scrunches her face up to show that she did not think it was funny. Roger and Painter smirk because they did.
Colson picks up his son from the bassinet. Cradling his head in one hand and his body in the other, he holds the baby straight in front of him.
Colson
(looking at the baby's tiny fingers, nodding his head rhythmically)
Nail polish, nice. Yup he is mine.
(shouting out to the hallway)
Hey, cancel that paternity test, we're good!
Bex smacks his arm. Colson exaggerates a flinch away.
Colson
(laughing)
Excuse me, I am holding our fucking baby.
Colson seamlessly switches to cradling the baby in the crook of his arm. His comfort handling Fenix made it obvious that he had done this before.
Roger
(in a voice comically much deeper than he normally speaks)
Colson, language.
Colson
(quickly, and loudly)
Oh shit. Fuck! Right.
Nurse rushes into the room in disarray, having dealt with shouting, swearing, nail polish fumes, and people bursting into rooms for almost 36 hours now.
Nurse
(out of breath)
You are finally being discharged. This has been the most rambunctious group that I have ever seen. You are free to leave any time, mom and baby are all set.
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Fenix Rising | MGK Fanfiction
FanfictionBex and Painter have been friends since childhood, but after Bex follows Painter to New York, Painter ends up chasing her back across the country to LA to help her raise her new family with a famous musician. Painter's own sorted past with celebriti...
