Bandom One-shots book 3

The Joy Of Us ! Request !

~Requested by chrisreads912~

The soft, golden light of late afternoon filtered through the window of the modest home where Nancy Wilson and Rudolf Schenker were spending a rare day off together. The house was cozy, filled with instruments, sheet music, and memories of the band's tours, but today it was quiet. It had been a slow day, but in a good way.

Rudolf sat on the couch, his hands folded across his chest, looking at Nancy with a gentle intensity. The past few months had been filled with anticipation, and today, they'd received the news they'd been waiting for: Nancy was pregnant.

Nancy, sitting on the floor beside him, couldn't stop grinning, her hands resting lightly on her stomach as if trying to sense the baby, or babies, inside her. She had been nervous at first. It hadn't been easy getting to this point—weeks of testing, uncertainty, and hoping, but now, here they were. She could hardly believe it.

"I still can't believe it, Rudy," Nancy said softly, leaning back to rest against his knees. Her voice was warm with emotion. "We're really going to be parents."

Rudolf's lips curled up into a grin, his eyes sparkling with happiness. He reached down to gently stroke her hair, his touch tender. "I can't believe it either, but I'm ready, Nance. I'm more than ready." His voice held a mix of excitement and awe. This was a new chapter for them both—something neither had expected to be so... beautiful.

The next few months were filled with small moments of joy. Rudolf would come home from band practice, smelling like the stage, and would immediately press his hand to her belly, talking to the little ones growing inside her.

"How's the band of little rockstars in there today?" he'd ask with a soft chuckle, his finger tracing along the curve of her stomach. Nancy would laugh, swatting at him playfully, but she loved it. The thought of their children already having such a presence in their lives, before they'd even been born, felt like a miracle.

They spent evenings together in the kitchen, cooking dinner while Nancy let him know what food cravings she had. He learned to make her favorite comfort foods—especially pasta and pickles, a combination he never would've imagined, but he didn't care. As long as it made her happy.

One evening, they sat on the porch, watching the sunset. Nancy was leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder. She had reached the second trimester, and her belly had started to show. She sighed contentedly.

"I can't wait to see them, Rudy," she murmured, her hand resting on her belly again. "I wonder if they'll have your eyes, or my nose... Or maybe they'll both look like little rockstars from the moment they're born."

"They'll be perfect, no matter what," Rudolf said, kissing her forehead, his arms tightening around her. He was already so in love with these tiny creatures that had yet to be born. The idea of holding them in his arms—feeling their heartbeat next to his—was almost overwhelming.

By the time they reached the eighth month, things were starting to feel more real. Nancy's pregnancy was progressing, but there were still days when she was tired or had trouble sleeping. Rudolf had become an expert in giving her back rubs, making her herbal teas, and keeping her calm during moments of discomfort.

One night, as they lay together in bed, Nancy turned to him, her eyes glowing in the soft light.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, her voice full of affection.

Rudolf hesitated, then smiled gently. "A little... but I'm mostly excited. You're going to be an amazing mom, Nance. I know it."

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "And you're going to be the best dad. I can already picture you—holding them in your arms, showing them the world. Just like you've shown me."

He laughed softly, his heart swelling at the thought. "I can't wait to show them everything. Especially the guitars."

Nancy playfully swatted his arm. "Just don't start teaching them how to play rock 'n roll before they can walk."

"I'll make sure their first word is 'guitar,'" he teased.

And they both laughed, knowing it wasn't really a joke at all.

The day finally came. The long months of waiting, of growing closer together as a couple and as parents-to-be, had brought them to this moment. Nancy's labor had started in the middle of the night. It wasn't exactly easy—nothing about childbirth really is—but she was a trooper. Rudolf stayed by her side, his hand never leaving hers. He was there to reassure her, to hold her, to wipe away the sweat from her forehead, and most of all—to remind her that they were in this together.

"I've got you, Nance. I'm right here," he murmured as she gripped his hand tighter, the pain intensifying.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but smiled at his words. "I know... I couldn't do this without you, Rudy."

The hours stretched on, but eventually, the room was filled with the sound of crying babies—their twin boys, born healthy and strong.

Rudolf stood beside her, tears in his eyes as the doctor handed him one of the babies. He held the tiny boy, his heart bursting with joy. The baby's eyes were wide open, and as he looked down at his son, Rudolf could feel his entire world shift.

"They're perfect," Nancy whispered, her voice filled with awe as she held the second baby in her arms. Her exhaustion was palpable, but the joy of holding their sons made it all worth it.

Rudolf bent down, kissing her forehead, then leaned over to kiss their newborn son's tiny head. He looked up at Nancy, his face glowing with happiness.

"You were right," he said softly. "They are rockstars."

She laughed, still in awe. "I think they'll have a bit of their own rhythm."

Rudolf laughed too, looking at the two little faces in their arms. "And they'll have the best parents," he added with a wink.

He sat beside her, holding their son close, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything seemed perfect. His life was no longer just about the band, the music, or the road. It was about this moment—this family they had created together.

The next few months were a blur of sleepless nights, baby bottles, diapers, and, most of all, joy. Nancy and Rudolf found a new kind of rhythm, a balance between their lives as musicians and as parents. When they weren't touring, they spent every possible moment with their twins—watching them grow, giggling at their little quirks, and imagining all the adventures they would share as a family.

Rudolf would often play guitar in the evenings, the twins nestled in their baby swings, and Nancy would sit next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"One day," he said softly, strumming a chord, "they're going to be up here with us, playing."

Nancy smiled, looking at the little faces of their sons, already imagining the future. "Maybe not right away," she teased. "But you can bet they're going to grow up loving music just like we do."

And as the twins slept peacefully in their cribs, and Rudolf and Nancy sat together in the quiet of their home, they knew this was just the beginning. The beginning of a new kind of love—one that was deeper, more profound, and more beautiful than anything they could have imagined.

They were parents now, and it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.

~The Joy Of Us ! Request ! ~