Fight For Love

Part 37

You pushed the cart forward and wiped your eyes quickly, not wanting a sales associate to see you in tears. Listening to the singer say his goodbyes to the other men, you stopped and turned to watch, making sure Paul didn't deck his best friend for the hundredth time since you started dating him. Gene had crossed a line, bringing Evan up in a situation. It was one thing for the bassist to attack you and Paul to protect you, but the singer saw red with anyone mentioning anything that could hurt or get the toddler taken from the singer.

"It was good to see you, Eric, and Tommy. We really gotta get home so we can pack. Ill call you when I get back." Paul replied, nodding his head

"That's how you are going to leave this? You will not have a man to man talk about this, you have turned into a pussy whipped bitch," Gene said.

"When there is another man for me to talk to, then I will. See Gene, you can threaten me with Pam, but we all know you just want her to lower her standards and fuck you. I've told you to leave Evan out of adult matters, but if you want a war, then I'll give you a war. Shannon or your kids never get brought up unless I'm trying to defend them because of their piece of shit father and boyfriend. Your daughter won't let you hold her, but comes running to Uncle Paul. Why don't you go home and think about that, before you call Pam and cause unnecessary issues." Paul said with a tone that made everyone in the circle step back.

"Paul, enjoy your trip. You and Y/N need one before the baby gets here for sure. We will see you at the band meetings when you get back," Tommy replied, grabbing Eric's shoulder.

Paul gave Gene one last look and then walked off, looking at you with a sad smile. You held your arms out to him, feeling the singer immediately wrap himself around you, letting out a heavy sigh. Watching Gene glare at you before he walked off, giving the two of you the finger. It had surprised you that the entire trip hadn't ended in a brawl in the children's aisle of the department store. It would be overly stressful for Paul about the bassist threat, and you knew he would spend a bit of time in his office with his ex-girlfriend and probably his attorney.

"Paul, why don't we stay home? You will not enjoy the trip with all of this that went on this afternoon." You said, pulling away from him.

"Oh no way, I need this just as much as you, but we need to stop by Pam's before we go home. I want everything out in the open. That son of a bitch will make things out to be a lot worse than they are. We don't have to tell her about your mental health stuff. It's not her business. Pam will get petty if my bandmate gets to her first. Can you handle that?" stuff. He asked, staring at you.

"I think we should tell her everything. We don't have to say I'm bipolar but we can tell her they noticed depression which isnt a lie." You replied, pushing the cart toward the front.

"Deal," Paul said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

Nausea hit and you looked around for the nearest bathroom while you and Paul waited in line. You tapped his shoulder, holding your stomach, pointing toward the bathroom. He arched his eyebrow at you, but had no time to ask you a question as you moved toward the bathroom. Slamming the stall shut, you emptied the contents of your lunch, feeling your head throbbing from the events that had taken place. You were feeling like being with the singer and around his band was increasing the issues with your mental health. As you sank to the floor of the department store's bathroom, you put your head in your hands, crying freely and quietly.

"What if Gene's right? Maybe me leaving Paul would be better for me in the long way," You whispered, wiping the tears away.

You leaned back over to the toilet, throwing up again as the thought of leaving Paul without the chance of meeting his daughter made your heartbreak. The life you had before had been less than ideal and not something you would even wish on Gene. Now you had a little girl to think about and didn't want her to live a life with drama, not only from her parents, but from the men that her father considered brothers. You put your hands down on your stomach and felt another kick.

"Your daddy hasn't told me your name yet, but my little girl, I want you to know that I'm working to figure out what will help you have a better life than your mommy had. Even if it means you only have your daddy full time." You whispered.

After a few minutes, you flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall. You looked at your face in the mirror as you turned on the water, washing your hands, before splashing your face with cool water. A small knock came from the door, making you sigh and take another minute to gather yourself for the person on the other side of the door.

"I've got four days to decide and not let on while out with Paul for my birthday. Gene always knows when to fuck with our heads, doesn't he?" You said, whispering to the person in the mirror.

You walked out of the bathroom finding the shopping cart near the door, but Paul was nowhere in sight. Turning the corner, you saw the singer standing at a payphone pressing it against his ear while he leaned his head against the plastic safety guard. You grabbed the cart, drifting it to the bench closet to the phone sitting down. Paul let out a loud sigh before letting out a slew of words about that. Out of everyone you loved, you were sure it would not come from the father of your child. Covering your mouth to stop the loud sob from escaping.