Fight For Love

Part 28

(Paul POV)

"It's for Paul and Y/N's wedding. It. It's going to be this weekend before the birthday party," Eric said.

"Paul, are you going to marry the woman because she's supposedly knocked up by you?" Gene asked, turning to the guitarist..

Paul ran a hand down his face and silently counted to ten, not wanting his good mood about the upcoming events. Gene smirked at the younger man and crossed his arms in front of his chest in his usual cocky expression, making the tension only build in the small room. The singer looked over at Eric, frowning at the chaos he could have stopped from happening, as Paul reached over and snatched the plans away from the table.

"Yes Gene, Y/N and I are getting married on her thirtieth birthday. Also, the baby that my future wife is carrying is my child. Just to let you know, neither Shannon nor you are invited to the event. I don't need Y/N going into early labor because of the sight of you. Besides, we all know how you feel about marriage anyway," Paul replied with a small shrug.

"Over twenty years of friendship and you will not let me come to see you attempt to tie the ball and chain to your ankle again. Hopefully, she won't run off like the last one did. That would suck, wouldn't it? Two kids by two different women that have one thing in common: they hate you can't be a real man. I'd call you a pussy, but women are usually classier with their insults," Gene told him.

"At least Y/N doesn't have to worry about getting some unknown disease every time we sleep together like Shannon does, then again I know that a couple of doors won't stay locked up tight when you're away, per my ex girlfriend. Go get yourself checked out there. Not only does the world not need anymore of your spawns running around, we definitely don't need a disease going around named after you either." The guitarist shot back.

"Don't you dare bring my kids into this," The bassist replied, going to grab the singer's shirt

"Wow, you're really going to defend them now? Father of the year right here, gentlemen. Get your fucking hands off of me," Paul replied, pushing Gene away.

In a flash, Tommy and Bruce were out of their seats and grabbing each of the men before either of them could throw a punch. Tommy led the singer out of the conference room and over to where the band's equipment was at. Tommy sat down in a chair and pointed for Paul to take the other one. With a huff, the singer took a seat, leaning back slowly in the metal chair to look in the window of the other room to see what was happening. The road manager slapped Paul's leg, pulling his focus back into the same room.

"Why do you let him wind you up like that, after twenty years of friendship? Gene is an asshole and you, my friend, are overprotective with a little of sensitivity mixed in. You've got a good thing going with Y/N, a wedding in the works, and a beautiful baby coming. Fuck that small stuff with him." Tommy asked,

"He is my best friend and bandmate, but he drives me crazy with how disrespectful he is with the love of my life and my children. So what if I'm sensitive, and write songs for my son, or girlfriend? I'm happy and in love, something Gene knows nothing about. I have a tough skin when he puts me down but that other shit fuck that, I rather leave my band and go solo than deal with that." Paul replied,

"Okay, I think the anger is still talking there, my friend. You know you can keep doing everything you do now. Be a great father, husband, bandmate, and friend. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question before we go back to talk about this meeting?" the younger man asked.

"Sure, Tommy, but remember my left hook before you get too bold with your question," the singer said.

"Are you still going to therapy?" Tommy asked

Paul looked at his friend, somewhat shocked by the question and his own thoughts going to what multiple doctors had told him in the past about taking care of himself before the singer could take care of the other. It was a topic four doctors had brought up for you, but it never dawned on Paul. He caught Gene looking at him through the conference room window.

"Let's go take a walk Tommy and we can talk about all of this," Paul said.