Hold On To Me || Kirk Hammett

Part 24- There's A Love For Me

Anyways- I swear this is the last one. I'm done after this, okay?

Don't try to bribe me by telling me you found this nice song, and you'll only show it to me after I write a chapter. You know who you are. Poes.

Side note, I love this song. I will gladly accept bribes in the form of Duncan covering old South African- Zimbabwean songs. My childhood anthem, honestly.

Now voetsek, wena, of ek sal gee vir jou n lekker klap.

Savannah's POV

I won't give up my dream
There is a love for me
Somewhere in this world of loneliness

Someone whose cup is filled with tears
And waiting like me
To share that sweet embrace and chase away the saddened face of yesterday's fears

I desperately tried to tune out the music and the noise echoing downstairs and wrap my head around this. This stick, that was sitting in my hand. And Duncan is belting his lungs out, and I'm staring at the two lines, and they're playing my favorite song, and I don't know how to react.

I know I'm happy. I've been waiting for this for so so long, and I want to rush downstairs and kiss him and hug him, and oh my god.

I.

Savannah Stokes.

Am pregnant.

I was overcome with so many emotions I just simply didn't know how to react, and I can't help the smile that was creeping onto my face. After months of trying, it's finally happened. I'm finally going to have a baby.

I covered my mouth as I squealed with joy, kicking my feet and clapping my hand.

"Savannah," I heard someone call downstairs and I quickly pocketed the test. I wanted to tell him when we were alone together, not in front of the hundreds of people that were downstairs.

I refreshed my lipstick before I slid down the railing. Hey, for the next year, I won't be able to do that, I'm going to take advantage of it while I can.

I immediately locked eyes with Kirk, who was drinking a beer and was talking about god knows what to Peter Steele. He smiled at me, dimples and everything, and waved at me- like we hadn't just had sex 3 hours ago.

I was itching to tell him but I sucked in a deep breath, maintaining my composure. 5 hours, Savannah, just five more hours.

Today was the day we had all been waiting for, Kirk's 40th birthday, and much to his dismay- I made it big. I'm talking about his family, all his friends- including his roadies, and as the tradition goes, my guys were here too.

And not to mention their kids, who were far too busy playing with silly strings to worry about the mess they were making.

The house was decorated with balloons and streamers, the music playing through the speakers and his presents stashed away in my closet.

"Vannah," Kirk called, his arms making their way to my waist, "Is everything okay? You were gone for a while."

I nodded my head, using every ounce of strength to keep my mouth shut, "I'm fine. I had woman things."

Kirk groaned, I assumed he took my 'woman things' as my cycle, "I swear, sweetheart, we'll have a baby sooner than you think. Just patience."

I giggled, kissing his cheek. God, I was just bursting to tell him, "I know. It'll work."

I was sure there was a spring in my step as I outside to where Ron was adding red wine to the potjie cooking on the fire, and James was prodding the meat on the braai, or barbecue, or whatever they call it.