Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{41}

I was staring out into space. For a few weeks I'd been having constant headaches and my vision was changing. I was only eight months pregnant and I had never experienced this before. I was having pains under my ribs. No one had noticed this pain I was in. Brendon didn't even know. Alex tapped my shoulder and I shut my eyes, "you okay?"

I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. "No."

I opened my eyes slightly and Alex was pulling her phone out and I took it from her and shook my head. Alex furrowed her eyebrows and stared at me, "alright, then we're going to the hospital."

"I'm fine."

"You wanna say that your fine? What if something serious is happening to you? You're putting your son at risk."

I got up, letting my body adjust and Alex grabbed Clover from her playpen and picked her bag up from the table. I heard Alex on the phone, walking by me, "No--Mom, are you like dumb? Seriously. No, Joanne is not going into labor."

I rolled my eyes. This was going to be an eventful hospital trip. I got into the passenger seat and buckled myself in. Alex got in after buckling Clover in and she buckled herself in. Her hand set on the steering wheel and the other on the stick. I turned the radio up slightly. Listening to the quiet rock music. 

While stopped at a light. Alex glanced at me and raised her eyebrows, "don't you think you should let Brendon know?"

"Can you open a window? I'm starting to get hot," I began and rolled my window down and took a breath, "he won't answer."

The light flicked green and Alex stepped on the gas, "you never know."

I groaned and pulled my phone out. I could feel the sweat droplets forming on my forehead, dripping down the side of my face. I put the call on speaker. It rang. All the way through and then his voicemail came up, I glanced at Alex, still fanning myself off, "Uh...I need to. I need to let you know that I am...." I trailed off and looked at Alex, "what, what am I telling him?"

My eyes were becoming heavy and I was beginning to only see black.

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Brendon Urie:

I walked on the red carpet alone. Joanne wasn't by my side and it sort of hurt. I smiled, but it wasn't real. I missed her. The lights flashed against my face and I squinted. It was practically blinding. Near the end of my red carpet walk, I felt a pit in my stomach. It was turning. My heart beat sped up and I felt like something bad was happening, but I figured it was just my nerves. I cleared my throat and walked off of the red carpet. Immediately, a camera and a microphone shoved in my face. I forced a smile and the interviewer was just some lucky fan, "A nominee for tonight's alternative award, Brendon Urie from Panic At The Disco. Hello, you look lovely today."

I bowed a little bit and nodded my head, "thank you, thank you."

"Now, this is the first time you've been seen without your wife by your side. How do you feel right now that she isn't by your side?"

I took a breath and shook my head, "it's terrible. I'm all nervous. I feel weird without her on my hip."

The interviewer asked more questions and I answered them dryly. I just wanted to make sure that Joanne didn't need anything from me at this moment. My security escorted me to the main venue. When I walked in, it looked so Victorian. Joanne would have loved it here. I sat down at my seat. Leaning back in the chair and resting my elbow on the table. I stared off into the distance, listening to the host start his speech, "welcome to the 2015 VMA award show. Today, were awarding some of the best artists out there..."