Fight For Love

Part 25

You were putting the finishing touches on the enchiladas, as the sound of the garage door opening caught your attention. Paul walked in the door a few seconds later, pulling his shades off of his face, and hanging his keys on his hook. You moved to the cabinet, pulling down two plates and glasses, as the singer snaked his arms around your hips, putting one palm on your belly. Paul rested his chin on your shoulder and kissed your cheek, holding you close for a few minutes.

"Are you mad at me?" Paul asked

"Paul, You are kidding, right? You screamed at me for doing exactly what you asked me to, and then you came home even later because you went to a hotel." You replied, pulling away from him.

"Are you pissed over screaming or are you pissed because I left you here all day to let your mind come up with the worst-case scenario of what I could really do once you found that receipt with meeting times? I apologize for screaming at you. Pam showed up at the studio an hour before you called, and I was over all of it." the singer said.

"Well, drop offs and pickups for Evan are between his parents. It will be the same for us with our child. You can make your excuses over the hotel." You replied, grabbing your plate and making your food.

"We can either have an adult conversation over this while we eat this amazing smelling food, or you can throw your tantrum and I'll go stay at the hotel, there's plenty I can finish up there." Paul said,.

The two of you stared at each other for a few minutes as you tried to process the last sentence the singer had spit at you like venom. You broke eye contact with him and looked at the plate in your hand, shaking. Slamming the plate on the ground, making Paul jump back to stop any of the food from getting on his leather boots. He looked up at you with a look of shock and anger. The singer tried to grab you and pull you to him. Pushing his chest and smacking him across the face.

"I don't care if whatever you are doing is some kind of surprise and you just are trying to be cute about it. You said we were going to be up front about everything, but then you make a stupid comment like that. If you can joke about it, then that means it probably has crossed your mind. This relationship is over, Paul, you're more than welcome to come to the doctor's appointments or not. You will just need to figure out how you are going to handle raising your kids alone. I can stay in the guest house or I can use my credit card and stay at a hotel." You replied.

"You're blowing this way out of proportion like usual. What Jake and your mom did to you, now is going to get me lumped into the same category every time I hurt you. You wanna leave, you've been looking for a way out since you came back. I'll have the spare bedroom made up for you. Just remember you're not just hurting me, you're hurting our son or daughter, and Evan." The singer said,

"I hate you. Paul, I'm going to stay at a hotel for a couple of days. I'll let you know my decision." You replied, walking up the stairs.

The sound of footsteps following behind you made you only walk faster to the bedroom. You knew the guitarist was going to say whatever he could to make you stay, and you were tired of having to throw a fit for him to show he cared about you. Paul stuck his boot in the way to stop you from slamming it in his face and walked in, locking it behind him.

"What the fuck was that about Y/N! You just threw a plate of food at me, threatened to pack up and leave, with our baby, because you found a receipt for a hotel." Paul said.

"I can't do this. I can't handle all of this, never knowing what my boundaries are for that little boy. You put me in a situation that was unfair to both him and I. Paul, I don't give a flying fuck what Gene wants or what the crunch line is for that fucking album. You talked to me like someone on your payroll, not your partner. It's not even over the hotel that bothers me, really. It's about this," You replied, pulling something out of your pocket.

You handed the receipt from the jewelry store and watched the color drain from the singer's face. Paul started pacing the floor, holding the piece of paper in his hand, mumbling quietly. You tilted your head to the side, wondering if you had broken the guitarist. Standing up, you grabbed Paul by the shoulders and stopped him, seeing the bewildered look in his eyes.

"Okay, Did you rob the store and write up this receipt," You asked, pulling him to sit next to you.

"This is for an important gift that Eric helped for four hours to pick out, and set up. That's why he has been calling non-stop. I need to know. Did you open the bottom drawer?" Paul asked.

"No, I was getting my camera bag to take pictures of the sunset, and the receipts were next to it and that damn booklet." You replied.

Paul jumped up from the bed and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the stairs and toward his office. He stopped just in front of the door, and looked you intensely in the eye, like he was searching for an answer to the question gnawing at him before anything was done. You pulled away and tried to avoid Paul's gaze. He grabbed your face, and he shook his head at you. The singer moved one of his hands to your hip, pulling your body as close as possible.

"Please don't look or walk away from me, Y/N. We've been through so much in such a short time. I'm sorry about how I reacted, but you are all that I want, you and my children." Paul said,

"I can't raise my child in a similar situation that I grew up in. The yelling and screaming, the break-ups. I would rather do it alone than fuck them up," You replied.

Paul kissed you softly and smirked at you, causing you to shake more at yourself as you smiled back, knowing you couldn't stay mad at him. The singer opened the door and pointed for you to sit on the love seat across from his desk. You sat down and waited for whatever Paul was about to do to you or give you. Paul ducked down and started shuffling through something. He slammed the door shut but didn't stand back up.

"Babe, close your eyes, don't open them until I tell you to. Got it?" Paul said sternly.

You let out a deep side and did as directed, putting both of your hands over your eyes. The room fell silent for a few minutes, causing you to panic, not knowing why your boyfriend was stalling. The sound of footsteps approaching made you sit up straighter. A hand went on your knee and you heard Paul let out a deep breath and clear his throat.

"Okay, Y/N, open your eyes now," Paul said.

"Oh my God, Paul," You gasped, covering your mouth quickly.