All For The Love of Rock & Roll: A Y/N x Eric Singer Story

Big Brother

Eric POV

There was a soft knock on the door and I smiled, rising to my feet and pulling it open, letting in Moxie and Bruce and John.

"Dada!" John said, holding out his arms.

"Hey buddy! I missed you!" I said, taking him from Bruce's arms and giving him a squeeze. "You wanna come see your new baby brother?"

He nodded, eyes wide, chewing on his sleeve as I brought him over to where Y/N was sitting, Connor held in her arms. She smiled, kissing John on the forehead.

"Hello cutie! I missed you," she said, shifting over a bit as he sat beside her, staring at Connor in awe. 

"Baby," he murmured, putting a hand on Connor's head. 

"Mhm! This is your brother Connor, can you say Connor?" Y/N asked, very carefully helping John to hold him.

"Nonner," he said in a hushed voice, still looking at his newborn brother in a mix of shock and disbelief. 

Bruce nudged me gently, giving me a smile, but his eyes were brimming with worry.

"How is he? Everything okay?" he asked.

I nodded, smiling back.

"He's perfectly healthy. We had them run extra tests, he passed all of them just fine."

Moxie let out a sigh of relief, holding Bruce's arm affectionately.

"Oh I'm so happy to hear that, we've been so worried," she said, before giving Y/N a smile, walking over and starting to gush over how adorable Connor was. 

I stood next to Bruce, watching our wives talk, before giving him a grin.

"So when are you gonna give me some nieces or nephews, huh? Y/N and I are doing all the work," I teased.

He smiled, looking fondly at Moxie.

"Mm, give it about eight months," he said. 

"Oh, you're planning on waiting until then?" I asked, and he chuckled, giving me a look.

I connected the dots, eyes going wide.

"Oh! Oh shit congratulations!" I said eagerly.

"Eric! Watch your language around John!" Y/N snapped, and I went red.

"Sorry," I mumbled, before turning back to Bruce. "That's great though!"

He nodded, cheeks pink. 

"Yeah. I'm really excited," he murmured. 

"How was John?" I asked, scooping him up as he slid off Y/N's bed and toddled over to me.

"He was great, as always," Bruce said, ruffling John's hair fondly. "He's a very sweet kid, we took him to the park and he had a great time." 

"How was he in terms of physical activity?" I asked, shifting John to my other arm.

Bruce smiled.

"He was pretty good. He actually ran around a decent amount, but he was pretty worn out by the time we got home, he ended up taking a nap. But he did really well." 

I looked over at Y/N, exchanging a smile with her, kissing my older son on the forehead. The three of them stayed with us for a bit longer before it was clear John was fed up with being in the hospital room and they took him home, promising they'd stop by one last time before we headed home. I gave Connor a smile, kissing him on the forehead before gently laying him in his bassinette and sitting beside my wife, picking up her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"See? He's getting better. They'll both be just fine," I murmured.

She nodded, giving me a kiss.

"They will be. Did Bruce tell you the news?" she asked, eyes sparkling, and I grinned.

"Yes he did. About time we finally get a niece or a nephew, we've been doing all the work," I teased, and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, we've been together almost twice as long as they have, they get a pass."

"I'm glad we've been together, and that we're married, and that we have two perfect sons. I really couldn't ask for anything else," I said, kissing her, and she happily kissed me back.

***Oh my goodness I just realized their first names together make John Connor, like the character from the Terminator movies😅***