This Is What I Live For (Final Story)

Part 7

(Paul POV)

The singer stood outside the boutique next to Michael and Eric, feeling his anger building up inside of him. He had wanted the drama from your hometown to be kept under wraps while the wedding planning was taking place so there would be no stress on you and the baby, but your best friend had let it all come undone by crying in front of you when your mother had been brought up in the conversation. Eric and Paul made eye contact with each and the singer held his hand up, trying to stop the drummer from approaching him. The guitarist grabbed the drummer's shirt and pulled him to the side of the building.

"You need to take Michael away and explain to him the rules again! I don't want Y/N bothered by anything that has to do with her psychotic family. I know her mom isnt in good shape right now but this wedding and birthday is all about her." Paul said.

"Wait, he told her? He promised he would keep it together." Eric replied, turning red in the face.

"No, he just was crying when I walked into the room and Y/N is questioning it now. I dont know what to tell her about it," the singer said, as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You two just have lunch with Evan and your folks. Let me handle everything else, okay?" the drummer said, as he patted the guitarist's shoulder.

"Thanks brother," Paul replied

The two men walked back around the corner to find you and Michael in a tight embrace, making the singer's blood boil even more. Paul walked over and grabbed your arm, pulling you to him as he glared at the other man, seeing him quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. You looked at the singer, confused, and pushed his arm off of you as you turned back to your best friend. Eric stepped in between the three of you and grabbed Michael's arm, pulling him away.

"Paul, what the fuck? He was trying to tell me about my mom! Something is not right. I have never seen Mike this upset before," You shouted.

"Baby, as much as I want to have this discussion with you right now, we need to go over to Pam's hotel and pick up Evan. We have to meet my parents in about an hour and you know Evan is going to be over the moon to see you, so let's put this on the back burner," Paul said.

"I want to know what is going on with my family, Paul Stanley!" You shouted again.

"Paul, let me just talk to her for five minutes, man," Mike said from behind the two of you

"No, we aren't doing this! Those people have ruined enough things in mine. I mean our relationship. Can we please just get through this wedding then I promise Ill take you to see her if the doctors say it's okay, Y/N think about our daughter for once instead of your fucking self!" Paul shouted.

Paul looked at you, seeing the tears forming in your eyes, but you quickly took a deep breath and grabbed the singer's hand, pulling him toward the car. The singer turned back and looked at Eric, seeing the same confused look mirroring his face as on the guitarist. The two of you walked in silence down the sidewalk as you got to the car. You pulled Paul to a stop, making him nervous for a moment.

"Dont ever speak to me like that again. I am going to be your wife and the mother to your daughter, not a business associate. I deserve to know what's going on with my family, no matter how bad they have treated me in the past. If you want me to wait to find out until after the wedding, then fine, but that could have been handled a lot better than you just did," You said.

"I agree, and I'm sorry for my actions. He had just promised to keep it under wraps until after tomorrow. Now can we please try to put on a smiling face for my parents and son?" Paul asked.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed Paul's lips, taking his mind from the present situation to wanting to repeat what had happened in the dressing room only thirty minutes before. He grabbed your waist and pulled you tighter against him and swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, which you immediately gave him access. The two of you searched each other's mouths for a few moments before the singer opened your car door and waved you inside. You slowly got into the car and Paul shut the door before jogging to his own side of the car quickly pulling out of the parking spot and heading downtown toward his ex-wife hotel feeling his nerves getting the better of him as Paul wondered how the meeting with his parents would actually go.

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15 Minutes Later

Paul held your hand as the two of you rode the elevator up to Pam's room, neither of you saying anything to each other. The singer could sense your anxiety, as both you and his ex-wife didn't have a history of getting along with one another. He had hoped, though, for the sake of Evan, the two of you could mind your attitudes in front of the little boy for a few minutes. The door of the elevator opened, and the singer grabbed your hand, pulling you out to the hallway.

"Hey I love you, okay?" Paul said

"I know I love you too. I just don't like dealing with her, but will do it for my stepson," You replied.

"God, I love hearing that come from your mouth," He said, kissing your hand

The two of you walked down the hallway, smiling at each other with each passing glance as you made your way to the room. Paul let out a shaky but deep breath before he knocked on the door, smiling as he heard his son let out a loud scream. The singer looked over at you and smiled before kissing your cheek just as the door opened and Pam stood in the opening looking beyond annoyed at the man. Paul pulled away from you and bent down to his knees as he saw his son come running around the corner.

"Daddy! Y/N! I MISSED YOU," Evan screamed.

"Evan! I missed you too," paul said as he scooped his son up into his arms.

Paul and you both kissed the little boy's face and laughed as he wiped them away faster than the two of you could place them on his face. The singer turned to his ex-wife and reached for the boy's bag, but she shook her head, waving for the two of you to follow her. You looked at the singer and grabbed his hand, trembling as you followed the singer inside.

"I need to speak with my ex for a moment. Do you mind watching Evan?" Pam asked.

"Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of my fiance," Paul replied

"It's about tomorrow," Pam replied

"Oh okay, Ill be right back baby" Paul said, as he followed behind his ex-wife, leaving you alone with the toddler.