Fight For Love

Part 34

You looked up at Paul, seeing his face white as a sheet of notebook paper, making you more concerned about your boyfriend than the image on the screen. The guitarist shook his head and then smiled down at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. Dr. Klein waited for a few minutes, letting both of you take in what you were seeing on the screen before she spoke up again.

"To answer your question, Mr. Stanley. That is a little girl that will make her way into this world in just a few short months. Do either of you have questions for me before I go print out your sonogram pictures and get the new prescriptions filled out?"

"I think we are good for now," you replied, still looking up at Paul

The doctor nodded her head at the two of you with a small smile on her face. Paul barely let the door close behind the doctor before the guitarist's lips were attached to yours. He cupped your face in his hands, repeatedly giving you small delicate kisses. The singer always had a way of distracting you and making you forget you were in a public place, and couldn't just rip each other's clothes off.

"Well, you called that one," You stated, pulling away from the guitarist.

"I honestly didn't think I would be right! I swore Evan was a girl, and we saw how that turned out. How do you feel about your chat with the doctor?" Paul asked, staring you straight in the eye.

You stayed quiet for a moment and grabbed your clothes, as you thought hard on the singer's question. The thought of going back on medication period was an uneasy feeling, then adding the baby had your anxiety through the roof. Hoping with the help of a therapist and having a solid partner by your side, maybe your mental health would be better than how it was growing up. Slipping your shoes on, you noticed Paul cocking his head, becoming impatient that you had not answered his question.

"I'm nervous Paul, that is all I can say right now. The two things I wanted to stay away from for the rest of my life are now needed for everyone involved in my life. I just don't need you hovering over me and putting pressure on me during this time. Just seeing the worry and hurt last night on your face broke my heart. It seems like I am the key person who does that to you." You stated, looking at the ground.

"Thank you for being honest, and therapy isn't a bad thing. I've been going on and off since I was a teenager. As for your comment that you only make me miserable. Y/N you know that's not true or we wouldn't be here now." Paul said, walking toward the door.

"Wait, how in the hell did you not tell me this last night?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrow.

"If I remember right, you said for me to be quiet and let you speak." the singer shrugged

"Well, you are going to have a lot of time to tell me over lunch. Your daughter is hungry." You said, walking toward the receptionist's desk.

"Better get you two fed or shopping will never happen for this trip." Paul chuckled.

You turned around and stuck your tongue out at the singer, trying to ignore the contagious laugh coming from where he was standing. Quickly filling out all the paperwork, you caught the singer looking over at your belly with a worried look. You grabbed the sonogram picture and pamphlet for therapist suggestions, following the guitarist out the door to the sports car.

"Any idea what you are hungry for?" Paul asked, opening the passenger side door.

"Anything is fine with me, just hurry and feed us," You replied, fastening your seatbelt.

Paul stood at the trunk of the car and took a deep breath. Finding himself overwhelmingly happy that everything had turned out okay, and the doctor could jump in and help. Though the next few months would be a test for the relationship with you, and his relationship with his bandmates with having the brakes pressed on everything. Gene would be the biggest problem. Many arguments happened when Evan was born, now adding a marriage, baby, and his mental health. Shit was going to hit the fan.

The singer flipped his sunglasses back over his eyes and opened the driver's side door, sliding in and instantly feeling you grab his hand. He smirked at you and pulled out of the parking lot, still being careful not to trigger you while driving at a high rate of speed.

"So now that we know we are having a little girl, I've got two questions for you." You said, turning on the radio.

"You'll find out the baby's name when I'm ready for you to know it. Maybe I changed my mind and don't like the first one. What is your second question, missy?" Paul asked, glancing over at you.

"Can we look at nursery stuff today on the shopping trip? I think you are right," You asked..

"It is your birthday weekend, so whatever you want to do, I am game for. So since I never know your cravings anymore. How about we try one of mine and Evan's favorite buffet places?" The singer replied, pulling into a parking lot.

"As long as you don't make your stupid buffet joke, then I'm happy with it." You laughed, jumping out of the car.

The singer ran up behind and grabbed you, spinning you around to face him. Both of you grinning at each other like two golf balls. You wrapped your arms around pecking his lips, feeling his smile grew wider at the action. Paul pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek before moving his mouth up to your ear.

"I love you, Y/N, more than I could ever express to you. You were so brave today telling the doctor and myself all the truth." Paul whispered.

"Do you think talking more about past drama in either of our lives will ruin this perfect day?" You asked, pulling away.

Paul grabbed your hand and pulled you into the restaurant, never answering the lingering question.