Let Forever Mean Forever

Part 8

(Tommy POV)

"What the hell was that all about?" Eric asked, looking from Tommy back to his girlfriend

"Y/N is pregnant too. I'm going to be a father. We were going to tell you guys this morning, but you beat us to it with your good news." Tommy replied.

"So she mad we didn't know she was prego too and were so excited to share with you guys. What a bitch," Tara replied.

"She's a little sensitive. You guys could have waited until after the vacation was over to tell us. It is kinda our weekend. I'm gonna go talk to her," the guitarist said

"No, I'll do it. You're right, it is your weekend. We could have waited a few more days," Tara said, standing up from the table.

Tommy stepped out of the way and watched as the younger woman stormed out of the restaurant. The guitarist hoped he had done the right thing by letting your best friend chase after, but he honestly just wanted a few minutes with the singer to get some advice on what to expect with fatherhood and the pregnancy. Paul flashed a knowing smile and patted the guitarist on the back.

"Yes, dear is going to be your new favorite word, my friend. Expect to be tired because she's going to want your body or something from you every breathing second of the day, but once you hold that little bundle of joy. The sleepless nights and all will be worth it." Paul said.

"What are you hoping for?" Eric asked.

"A little girl, but ill be happy no matter what, as long as Y/N and the baby are healthy." Tommy said with a smile.

"I want a little boy," eric said with a smirk

"Thats what the world needs, another one of you running around." Paul said.

The three men sat back in their chairs and started laughing at the singer's joke for a few minutes before yelling echoed from the busy restaurant. The guitarist looked up to see you with your finger in Tara's face, with tears streaming down your own face. All three of them stood up and took off running toward the door to break up whatever fight was about to begin between the two of you.

"Y/N what the fuck? You can't fight your best friend, at least not in your condition," Tommy said, pulling you apart..

"She told me to get used to sharing the limelight with her. She cant ever just let me have a moment without stealing it. You said that she ruined the wedding weekend.

"Baby, she didn't ruin anything. It's still You and I no matter what," the guitarist replied.

"Its not like we got married today too. We were just happy to announce that you were going to be an aunt. Hell, I'm excited you made me one too. Eric and I will be fantastic god parents," Tara said.

"Who said you would be god parents? I don't even know if I want to still be friends with you with everything you've done. You are just about as bad as Gene," You said before storming off.

Tommy looked at your best friend seeing the hurt in her eyes and ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. Eric wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's body and pulled her close while Paul waved for the guitarist to go follow you and find out what was going on inside your head. The guitarist let out a sigh before turning on his heels and following you to the elevator.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You are ruining this favourable moment for all of us by acting this way. Be happy for our friends too. Our kids can all grow up together and be best friends, too. Why are you acting like this?" Tommy asked as he grabbed your arm.

You looked at him and bursted in to tears trying to pull away from him but he stopped you wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He kissed the top of your head before leading you inside the elevator and letting the doors close behind him, suddenly realizing what the problem was all along. You wanted just one moment for the spotlight to be on you, something you had never gotten to receive in all your years growing up with a single dad. Tommy felt stupid for not realizing it from the beginning of the day. He cupped your chin and pulled your lips up to his

"I'm going to make the next two days all about my queen and little princess," Tommy whispered

"Please do," You whispered back before slamming your lips against his.