Let Forever Mean Forever

Part 9

(Tommy POV)

The guitarist walked into the rehearsal studio, seeing his bandmates standing around in a small circle whispering to each other. Eric looked up and grinned before smacking Paul on the shoulder, who quickly turned to find Tommy standing there.

"What are you three doing?" He asked, grabbing his guitar.

"Talking about what to get you for your first time dad present. Eric wants cigars," Paul replied.

"Well, there's not just one baby, there's two," Tommy said with a smirk

"TWINS?" The singer yelled

"How the fuck does that happen? How are you going to handle that with the tour coming up?" Gene asked

"We are supposed to be off a year. I promised y/n I would be home through all this," the guitarist said

"We got offered big bucks for a new tour and Paul agreed," the bassist said

"No, I didn't I said we needed to talk to Eric and Tommy since they had partners expecting. You are the one that told doc to book it. I'm not big ongoing on tour and damn sure wouldn't go if Erin was pregnant again," Paul replied.

"I just got married, Gene. I'd like to have some time with her before I rocked our worlds," Tommy said

"You did enough world rocking now you're fucking with the band's money," Gene replied

"Shut the fuck up, Simmons, and let's play. I don't want another fist fight to break out like it did at my house. We will take a vote on the tour when it's done." Paul said.

"No, fuck it. lets vote right now so I know how pissed my wife is going to be when I get home." the lead guitarist said

"Alright all those in favor of branching out on a world tour raise your hands," Paul said

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(Reader POV)

You were cooking dinner in the kitchen when the chime went off that the front door had been opened. Wiping your hands off on the dish towel, you went around the corner to find a very drunk Tommy standing in front of you with a sad look on his face. Quickly you grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch, not fully understanding what had happened at the rehearsal to make him come home in this condition.

"Baby, what happened? Did Eric take you out for drinks to celebrate?" You asked.

"Kinda that and kinda got some bad news for us," Tommy slurred

"You can tell me whatever it is that is bothering you." You said, trying to encourage the guitarist to speak..

"You're gonna hate me and so will the babies if I tell you." the guitarist continued

"Tommy, did you cheat on me? Is that why you are so drunk?" You asked, standing up.

"What? God no Y/N. The band voted, and we are going back on the road next month. Eric took me out to celebrate the twins and his baby, but I got so overwhelmed about telling you that the shots just kept coming." Tommy replied..

You walked over and kissed his temple, hearing him let out a deep sigh before you squatted down in front of him and took his hands. Sad brown eyes looking back at you as you searched for the right words to say to your now husband to take his mind off the sorrow that he was feeling from the whole encounter. You leaned forward and kissed his lips, feeling him place both of his hands on either side of your face as the kissing continued.

Slow, passionate kisses were exchanged between the two of you as Tommy grabbed and pulled you onto his lap. His hands went under your shirt and he started massaging your sensitive breast with his calloused fingers, making you moan into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and stood up, carrying you up the stairs to the bedroom the two of you now shared. You smiled against his lips before Tommy nipped your bottom lip. He kicked the bedroom door shut and locked it as your hands went to his white dress shirt, quickly opening it before kissing his chest and neck.

"I'm going to put you on the bed now baby, you gotta let go," Tommy whispered

"No, take me against the wall. I want you to take that frustration on me," you said, kissing him again

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you or the twins," he said, grabbing your chin.

"You won't, and we both need that passionate energy. It's been a stressful week," you said, leaning your head against his

"What do you mean, did something happen when I left? Talk to me baby," Tommy said, sitting you down

"I don't want to talk. I want yo make love and forget that my best friend hates me now," you whined

"You are so not using me as an excuse to forget your problems. Get dressed. I'm taking you over to Eric's and you and Tara can talk this out. If you behave yourself, then I'll let you have your way," Tommy replied, kissing your nose as you pouted.

"You are drunk. Let's just lay down and talk about this for a bit. What will the tour entail for the two of us or will Gene even let me go?" You asked, patting the spot next to you

Tommy stopped at the closet and turned, looking at you with raised eyebrows like your question confused him. You held your hands up and waited for him to further explain himself, but he ran over and scooped you up, kissing you roughly, making you giggle. He planted a thousand kisses all over your face and neck before you pushed him away and held him at arm's length, seeing the goofy smile on his face. He pulled you back to his lap and stroked your hair.

"You, my dear wife, are a genius. I didnt even think about having you on the road with me! This way I don't have to miss any part of the pregnancy and I can make the band happy too!" Tommy said.

"Are you sure gene isnt going to have a problem with this? Is tara going?" you asked

Tommy went to open his mouth when the doorbell ran and echoed throughout the entire house. The two of you looked at each other confused on who would be visiting the two of you at eight at night before the guitarist excused himself and went downstairs with you following closely behind him. He opened the door to a young man standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face but eyes you had seen before.

"Excuse me, sir, I don't mean to bother you but I'm looking for my sister," the man said