Brantley's POV: created by the wonderful SPaige0615
As the shit with Jana died down, I dropped the lawsuit, settling for lifetime restraining orders instead. I wasn't happy about it, but Jessa explained that it wasn't right to saddle her with the term 'sex offender' for the rest of her life just because she was a petty bitch. The media was all over it. Which irritated me even more. On a positive note though, since the girls' released their song, it's gone straight to the top. "Seriously?!" I heard Jessa growl from the living room. I was in the kitchen, she had practically moved in, and that was just fine with me. I walked in to see what was wrong and big as shit, she's watching an interview with Jana. I walked up just in time to hear the interviewer ask "So you really suspect that Jessa Sims, Brantley Gilbert's girlfriend, is pregnant?" Janna smiled. "Well why else would Brantley break up with me? We were happy together. The only thing I can think of, is he knocked her up and is trying to do the right thing. I mean, how could I possibly keep a man from his child? I could never make him choose between us." She acted all affronted. I got mad as hell. Jessa actually laughed. About that time, our phone rang. It was the people from the same show, asking if Jessa and I would be interested in coming in for an interview. Jessa told them no, the spotlight wasn't really our thing. We did, however, arrange for a live google hangout at the house.
A week later, Jessa and I opened the door to the crew, cameras already rolling. "Hey I'm Brantley Gilbert," I said. "and I'm Jessa Sims." Jessa added. "Welcome to our home." I spread my hands out wide and invited them in. We set up in the living room and Jessa curled up next to me on the couch. "So Jana Kramer... You know we have to go there." The woman said. I grunted. About that time there was a knock on the door. Jessa and I stood to open it, the cameras followed. It was Jana. "What the hell are you doing here?!" I growled. "Brantley please! I need you!" She was desperate. I growled again. "Go sit your ass in the living room. We're settling this once and for all. Jessa call the sheriff and let him know that Jana violated her restraining order." I rumbled. Jana went and sat in the living room, preening for the cameras. Jessa called the sheriff. When we made it back to the couch, Jessa spoke up. "Alright we're going to settle this once and for all. No, I'm not pregnant, but if I were it wouldn't be some dramatic tragedy. Jana, you're being messy and petty because Brantley broke it off with you. He is not your bank roll, find yourself another man to dig your talons into." Jessa turned back to the camera. "That night she grabbed B by the goods? Yeah, she was seeing someone. She was supposedly engaged to some stock broker up in Atlanta that just lost his job." She turned back to Jana. "And you! This is your final warning, we tried to do this the legal way. Now we're doing it MC style. You come near my ol man again, I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth? You feel me? Stop being such a basic ass bitch and grow up! Go find another Sugar Daddy to finance you. Because the next time you come around what belongs to me, you won't be able to walk away." She growled. Jana's eyes widened and she scrambled back. About that time a few Sherriff's deputies came in and escorted Jana off the property. "What's MC stand for?" The woman asked me. "Motorcycle Club." I grunted. "Jessa, you ride?" She asked. Jessa raised an eyebrow. "Right.. Stupid question." The woman snorted. We wrapped up the interview and crossed our fingers that all this bullshit was settled.
