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I waited by the door. Nerves rushed through me as I waited for Nicolette to knock on the door. I figured I should at least give her a chance. Maybe she has more to say.

The door knocked and I waited a few seconds and then opened it. I let her in, "I'm glad you're giving me another chance to talk, Jo."

I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed, "don't call me Jo."

Nicolette jerked her head back as she walked past me and I shut the door. I hurried and walked in front of her, guiding us to the living room, "where's the husband?"

"He's out," I began, "so, what do you have to say?"

Nicolette set her purse down as she sat down. Her hands rested on her thighs, "i wanted to stay for you and Alex. I did. But I couldn't. I was the 'bad child' according to mom and dad."

"You couldn't wait until you were eighteen to move out and at least make visits? I mean shit, Nikki, you moved across the country."

"It hadn't crossed my mind. I was young and made impulsive decisions and I'll be honest, I don't regret leaving."

"What the fuck? What the fuck Nikki?!"

"I don't regret it because I wouldn't be sitting here right now if I didn't leave."

I furrowed my eyebrows and set my hand on my bump, "what are you talking about?"

"Six feet underground is where i'd be if I didn't leave," Nicolette began, "i was addicted to cocaine and I was almost dead at seventeen."

I never knew that. That's terrible, "i-i'm sorry. I didn't know."

"You were very young, Joanne."

I looked down and bit the inside of my cheek, "i forgive you."

"Are you really forgiving me or is it just a pity forgiveness?"

"I mean it."

Nicolette smiled at me and leaned over to hug me. I hugged her slightly, tapping her back, "i have to go. I'll see you tomorrow?"

I shrugged, "tour starts tomorrow. Have to finish packing and things."

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Brendon stood next to me. I fixed my hair, making sure it looked decent enough for the final red carpet before tour. Brendon turned to me and I turned to him, fixing his tie for him, "thanks."

I smiled softly and he fixed my hair, "Uries' you're next."

Brendon grabbed my hand, leading me onto the carpet. Paparazzi yelling our names. I felt like I was on top of the world. Brendon made me feel on top of the world. I loved every second of this red carpet moment. Brendon wrapped his arm around my waist and pulling me close. We waves at the paparazzi, "you okay?" Brendon asked, stepping back to look at me.

"I'm fine," I said and flashed him a smile, "just want to sit."

"C'mon."

Brendon dragged us to the end, excusing us from pictures because I wanted to sit. But, of course, we had an interview. This time, another celebrity, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dunn from Twenty One Pilots. Brendon hugged the both of them—as he was good friends with them right now, "Now, i got my buddy, Brendon, From Panic At The Disco here, with his now wife and their little daughter, Joanne Urie."

"What's up, my man?" Brendon asked and they did a handshake.

"Let me see what you're wearing," Josh began and Brendon showed himself off, causing me to laugh, "damn, okay. Anyways. Mrs. Urie, you look as beautiful as ever. And your skin is glowing."

"Thank you. Thank you," I began and looked down, "it's just the pregnancy glow."

"When are you due?" Tyler asked.

"Two months," I began, "I'm due July sixteenth."

"And tour is just about starting," Josh began, "are you going?"

"Yes, of course I am."

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"And the award for best music video goes to," Miley cyrus began. Brendon squeezed my hand. It was the pop punk category and there were some good people. Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, My Chemical Romance and Panic!. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes,

"Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco!"

Brendon shot up and I got up as quick as I could. The camera panned over to us and I hugged him and he kissed me gently. I stood up, still clapping. He rushed up onto the stage and accepted the award gracefully, "first of all, I want to thank each and every one of my fans because without you guys I wouldn't be up on stage. I would think be here," he began and cleared his throat and looked at me from across the venue, "and to the woman that was the inspiration for this song, my wife, the mother of my child, JJ Urie. A huge thank you to LOLO and my production team, music video producers. Without you guys, this wouldn't be possible!"

Brendon raised the award in the air slightly and walked off of the stage. Security tapped my shoulder. I got up, placing my hand on my bump and turning to be guided to Brendon. I was insanely proud of him. He was a show stopper. He was the moment. I walked up to him backstage and he turned, planting a kiss on me and then on my stomach, "i'm proud of you."

"Again," he began, "you and the little one are my charms."

A brilliant idea came to mind. But it was my own secret. I smiled at him and he guided me into the after party.

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I laid down in the bed on the tour bus. Brendon laid next to me. His head rested gently on my bump. I glanxed down at him as I heard a small hum coming from him, "you are my sunshine...my only sunshine...you make me happy...when skies are grey..."

He moved his hand toward my bump before continuing to song to her, "you'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away,

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping. I dreamed I held you...in my arms. When I awoke, dear...I was mistaken...so I hung my head and I cried."

I bit my lip to hold back tears. Not that this was sad, but it was a beautiful moment. I pulled my phone out and started recording. Brendon began to leave traces of his fingerprints on my bump as he sang the melody to the final chorus, "you are my sunshine...my only sunshine...you make me happy...when skies are grey...

You'll never know dead, how much I love you...so please don't take...my sunshine away."

I smiled softly and stopped recording, setting my phone down, "I think she liked that, babe." Brendon said, sitting up excitedly.

"She loves your voice, Brendon," I began, "she's definitely going to like you more."

"We'll see in about two months, love."

I can't wait for her to come into this world. Although it's a dark place, Brendon would be good at protecting her and bringing her the light.

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