Viva Las Vengeance

It's Time..

**Timeskip 4 weeks**

**Brendon's POV **

Recently, there's been a slight change in tne L.A. weather this evening.the air holds a slight chill as Carlyn and I prepare for our Thanksgiving dinner with the girls and our friends and band family, Nicole, Mike, Dan and Maya. As I watch Carlyn, who is now 36 weeks pregnant, move about the kitchen with a gentle grace, her large belly preceding her as she checks on the dishes she had prepared earlier that day. Her bandana covering the little hair that she had left. Given all that she has been through recently, her radiant green eyes are glistening, and she has that soft glow that pregnancy had bestowed upon her.

I enter the kitchen, carrying a case of craft beer that I had picked up for the occasion. Wearing my usual casual button-down shirt, my short brown hair is perfectly tousled as usual. I playfully sneak up behind her, wrapping my arms around her growing bump.

"Everything smells delicious, babe," I murmur, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "I can't believe you managed to cook all this while growing a human. You're incredible."

"It was a team effort," she replies, turning in my embrace and giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. "And I had a lot of help from you and the girls..."

"Im glad you did the cooking. I wouldn't want to scar everyone with my questionable culinary skills."

"If you were cooking, we would be having pancakes for dinner. Now, shoo! Our guests will be here any minute, and I want everything to be perfect."

As if on cue, the doorbell rings announcing the arrival of our guests. I straighten my posture, taking on a more serious expression as I make my way to the door, Carlyn following close behind me

Dan, Maya, Nicole, and Mike enter with warm smiles and greetings, their arms all laden with dishes and drinks. Of course, the girls make a beeline for them looking for hugs from everyone.

"Girls! Would you at least let them get their coats off before you start attacking everyone." I laugh.

We make our way into our cosy dining room, where the table was elegantly set with a mixture of autumn-hued decorations and a centrepiece specially created by Skai and Ava. As we all settle into our seats, the clinking of silverware and the murmur of appreciative comments fills the air, creating a warm and cheerful ambience. Looking around the room, I can't help feeling blessed to have all these wonderful people as part of my family.

After a quick Urie style blessing and a round of grateful expressions, everyone digs into the expansive spread before them: roast turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and an array of other delectable dishes. The conversation and laughter flows freely, with stories and jokes being shared between mouthfuls of delicious food.

** Carlyn's POV **

It's lovely having everyone together, just like on tour. However, amidst the light-hearted atmosphere, I am well aware that Brendon is carrying a weight on his shoulders. I know he has been anxious about bringing up the subject of ending the band. As the meal draws to a close and we all lingering over coffee and pumpkin pie, Brendon clears his throat and adopts a more solemn expression.

"Guys," he begins, his voice holding a hint of uncertainty. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I want to talk to you about something really important."

The room falls silent, and I squeeze his hand under the table, offering him my silent reassurance.

"You all know that Carlyn's health has been a big concern for us," he continues, his gaze flicking briefly to me before returning to our friends. "And with our son on the way, I've been feeling the pull to spend more time at home, to be there for Carlyn and our expanding family."