Time moved on. Brendon and I were close friends, like we used to be in high school. Spencer had his sister from another mister back as well.
Brendon started to write again. He was also starting to live life. I made sure that when he went to see Sarah that I was there to support him.
One particular visit he was talking to Sarah and looked over in my direction every now and again. I furrowed my brow in confusion. Was he talking about me to Sarah? I shook the idea off and walked to a bench and sat down.
Fifteen minutes later, Brendon walked up to me. I was reading a book. Looking up, I was met with his chocolate brown eyes. I softly smiled and went to stand up.
"Before we leave, I need to say something." Brendon said, sitting down.
"Ok?"
"I want to take you out, Lulu. On a date." I was shocked. I was not expecting this. I was being Brendons friends. I knew that I hadn't given him hints for anything more. I wouldn't. He was grieving. I took a breath and turned my body towards him.
"Brendon," I began, "I hope you know that I wasn't trying to do anything. I was a friend."
"I know." Brendon said. "I feel like it's time to move on. I love you, Lulu. I never stopped."
"But, well....." I sighed. I couldn't seem to articulate how I felt and the reservations I had. I began again.
"Brendon, I love you. But we didn't work last time. What makes you think it can work this time?"
"It's different this time. For one thing, we are both older. Not silly teenagers now. It's not as crazy as it was either. I have a more organised way of dealing with everything. When Fever came out, we were all caught up in the popularity of the band, the drugs, and drinking the fans. Girls throwing themselves at us." I nodded.
"I know. I was there too. It broke my heart, Brendon. Spencer will tell you what I was like after we split. If it happened again I, I don't think that I would survive it again." I bowed my head. Brendon sighed and took my hand.
"You won't have to survive it because it won't happen again. I am in love with you, Lu. Sarah approves. She's saw how much of a support you have been through all of this."
"Ok." I said quiet.
"Ok? Like Ok to a date?" Brendon was excited now.
"Yes." Brendon jumped up and pulled me with him. He spun me around.
Two more years have passed. "Death of a Bachelor" was a huge success. Brendon wrote it with me in mind. He proposed before its release. Brendon made good on his promise. It was different this time. It was better. He did the best to keep us as private as possible. We got married in a small ceremony in a little place near Malibu. Our families and closest friends attended. Spencer was Brendons' best man. Linda was my maid of honour.
Now, eighteen months after we said our vows, I am pregnant with our first baby. I am still working as a nurse in the ER. I don't do traumas now. Minors only. My stomach is huge, and I still have two months to go. I keep asking my Dr if there's only one in there. We found out that we are having a boy. Dylan Boyd Urie. We are both over the moon and can't wait to meet him. I have to have a planned Caesarian because my pelvis isn't wide enough for him to pass through. Any babies we have after Dylan will be the same.
"Oh wow, look, Bren." I said, crying and staring into the eyes of our newborn son. Dylan decided that he needed to be out. I was on maternity leave for two days, and I had pain. I had been experiencing a lot of Braxton Hicks contractions. I thought that's all it was. It was mild discomfort apart from my back aching. Brendon was out doing errands, and I had been nesting. The house was sparkling clean. All the laundry was done, and I had even set the bassinet up in our bedroom.
It was late October, so the weather had got cooler. I was sitting drinking a hot chocolate and watching Greys Anatomy. Brendon had texted me to let me know he would be home soon. I took some Tylenol for my back pain. I got up to use the bathroom when I felt a gush between my legs followed by almighty pressure. I was in labour. I had been all day. I called Brendon and told him. I said to get here safe as the pressure was all consuming. I needed to push. My body was telling me too. What do I do? And before I even got to choose my body decided for me and began to push our baby out. I was bending over the sofa puffing and panting. I groaned deep and guttural as I pushed. It occurred to me that I needed to take my bottom half off. So I did. I put my hand between my legs and I could feel our baby's head. I wanted Brendon to hurry up. I didn't want him to miss this moment. As if he knew Brendon came through the door. I groaned again and pushed gently. I am a nurse so I know what to do. Brendon put his arm around my back and kissed my cheek.
"OMG, BREN!" I yelled as I pushed again. Dylans head was completely out.
"That's good, baby." Brendon said encouragingly. One more push and Dylans body came out of me. I caught him and held him to me. I put him under my shirt to bond and keep him warm. Brendon was crying with me. I needed to sit down.
"B, we need something to put down so I can sit. Also something to wrap him in. Brendon went off and came back with old towels and a baby blanket for Dylan. I sat down and we both looked at our beautiful son. Who would have thought that,watching my high school friends in a garage playing their music would lead to this?
