Fight For Love

Part 44

Paul wrapped his arm around your waist and led the two of you back toward the small diner. You saw Paul motion toward a table that he had clearly made home over the last hour. You slid into the booth, pushing the table back slightly to make room for your growing belly. The server quickly laid down another coffee cup and filled it to the brim as she placed another menu down. You nodded your head at the woman in a silent thank you, waiting for her to leave so Paul could start talking.

"So I guess we are going back home?" You asked, following the singer

"Is that what you want? For us to be done forever unless it comes to the baby." Paul said.

You looked at the ground and thought over the last few months of turmoil that has been brought into the relationship, mainly because of you. Paul was the answer to your seldomly prayed prayers, yet you couldn't figure out why you were trying to make him walk away. Feeling the tears fill your eyes, you knew it was a moment that you had to listen to your heart and not the voices in your head. You lifted your head and saw the pained look on Paul's face making you cover your mouth before a loud sob escaped. Paul moved from his spot and slid in next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

"I want you and a family. I just don't know how this happiness and loving thing works without some kind of ultimatum behind it. Please don't leave me or her," You whispered into his shirt.

"Ill never leave Amelya, but if you and I can't get our shit together, then I rather be a single father with two happy children. My parents stayed together for Julia and I its not healthy." Paul replied, pulling away from you.

"I agree, Definitely going to check out that therapist of yours. Wait, did you just say Amelya? Is that our daughter's name?" You asked.

Paul's face flushed pink in embarrassment for letting one of his many surprises fall for the weekend. He nodded his head at you with his smile growing larger. You kissed the side of his check and pushed him back toward his spot, waiting for him to spill the middle name. He had gone with the first name on your two-page list of potential baby names for either gender. You had caught him many nights going over each name and the meaning behind them before Paul had finally told you he had chosen the girl's name.

"What's the middle name?" you asked

"Rose, the middle name was the hardest one to pick. I want my children to have powerful names to stand behind. The last name Stanley will only get them so far." He replied.

"I'm glad I know FINALLY!" You said, with a chuckle, as you threw a napkin at him.

"You're going to get it when we get to the cabin. You owe me an apology and I think we can do it in a way both of us will enjoy," Paul said, winking.

You took a drink of your water, trying to cool yourself down from the comment, and not make eye contact with the singer. The two of you both knew you would probably not even make it to the resort before your hands were all over each other. It had been that way for months. You would fight and apologize with angry, yet great make up sex. You waved for the waitress, wanting some kind of distraction.

"In a rush?" Paul asked

"Just ready to lie down," You replied

"Oh, I bet you are, but we are going to sit here and enjoy a peaceful meal. Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm as you think of all the things I could do." The singer whispered.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made the two of you jump and turn your heads to see the young teenager back at the table to take your orders. Embarrassed, you stumbled to give out your order, wondering how long she had been standing there and what all she had heard from the guitarist. Paul kept his composer but you could tell by the look on his face he was trying not to bust up laughing. She quickly gathered your menus and ran off to behind the counter.

"Yup, there's a special place in hell for the both of us. We just traumatized someone else's child," You told him,

"Diners seem to be the places we get into the most trouble," Paul said with a chuckle.

You smiled at the singer's comments, remembering the handful of times the two of you had gone to the local diner your aunt worked at. The two of you had gotten banned the last time you went there. Paul had ruffled Melissa's feathers with the pretend marriage. Eerily, your mom had been right about being pregnant with the guitarist kid, one that would never know her only grandmother. Paul grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each of the knuckles. He bit his lip as he laid your hand back on the table. A clear sign of trouble was looming.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"Well, part of me is thinking I'd like to take you to an abandoned parking lot for a little fun, and the other part knows you're still hurt by what you heard. We need to talk about this stuff Y/N. We keep pushing stuff to the side, hoping it will get better, but we need help, sweetheart," Paul replied.

"Totally down for the first one, but as a birthday request, let's not talk about any heavy shit, okay? We both want to be together and raise Amelya together with her big brother." You said..

"Deal," The singer said, just as the server returned to the table.

You blushed at Paul and turned your attention to the plate in front of you, hearing your stomach rumble louder. The two of you thanked the woman and dug into your plate, not saying a word to the other, until you were through. The singer stood up from his spot and held out his hand to you to help you up from your spot.

"Let's go get this vacation started, woman," Paul replied

"Are you a caveman now? Gonna drag me back to your cave," You asked.

Paul wrapped his arm around your waist, not making a comment as the two of you walked to the front counter. You watched the people coming and going out of the store as you waited for the guitarist to finish paying for the meal and gas in the SUV. You glanced back over at the singer, seeing the same panty destroying grin on his face, as he leaned his mouth into your ear. Shivering slightly at the words that came out of the singer's mouth. You pulled your face away from his and covered your mouth.

"Sweetheart, you know you want me just as bad as I do you. There wouldn't be much of a fight to get you to our room. That cabin is going to be christened in so many ways," Paul whispered into your ear.

"If I wasn't already pregnant, it definitely happened on this trip," you mumbled, as the two of you walked out the door.