I'm in Love...with a Rockstar (MCR)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Surprised by Lizzy

~Three Months Later~  

   **My 21st B-Day**

I turn 21, I get gifts. Yada. Yada. Yada. That's all that's important. Except that Mikey can now walk without his cane. He can walk up and down the stairs without help. He can get around. I am proud. He's starting to learn to run again. Other than that, nothing's important.

~Four Months Later~

The memory of Jared fades slowly. Soon enough it's just a memory. The events of the present have overlapped it. Now that Mikey can walk, we have begun to try again. You know, try....to have kids. Anyway. Lyn-z had her daughter, it is a girl, and they named her Lillian Jane. We were named Godparents. It's nice to be a Godparent. I get to help raise this beautiful little blessing.

***

I close my eyes, breathing heavily. I pull the sheets up to cover my naked body. I look over at Mikey and he grins at me.

"You think that was it?"

"I don't know."

"I hope so. I do really want to start a family."

"Me too." I kiss him.

"I guess we'll know in a week or two."

"Yes. I guess we will."

I smile at him, and then we both here something. Something dreadful. The doorbell rings. My eyes widen and I look at Mikey, terror in my eyes. No one was supposed to be here today. There it is again. The doorbell.

I scramble out of bed, dragging half of the sheets with me. Mikey sits up and searches the ground frantically, trying to find his prosthetic. I pick it up off the floor and toss it to him and I clip my bra and pull some underwear on. Then both of us scramble to get dressed. I pull a pair of black skinny jeans out from a drawer and pull them on, then I slip my 'Mikey Fucking Way' shirt over my head. I frantically slip on my TOMS and brush through my hair like there is no tomorrow. When I turn around Mikey standing, dressed next to the bed.

"Who could it be?" I ask, my voice a whisper.

"I don't know." He answers back, his mouth clamped shut.

"I guess let's find out then." I say, as the, very impatient, person rings the doorbell again. I grab Mikey's hand and pull him out the door. We walk together to the door and I pull it open to find, none other than, my best friend and her husband. 

"Lizzy!" I scream and my arms are around her neck in an instant.

He hugs back and I can feel her smiling into my shoulder. "Hey, Piercing. How you doing?"

"Better now that you're here." She grins and I hug Heath. "What are you doing back in New York in the first place?" I ask.

"I needed to see you. I needed to tell you something." She smiles.

"Tell me something?" I ask, suddenly worried. Don't ask why, but when your friend from childhood shows up at your door just after sex and she says she needs to tell you something apparently you expect the worst.

"Can we come in?" She asks.

"Yeah. Oh, of course. I was stupid to not let you in in the first place. Sorry." I step aside and let them in. Heath sits on the couch and Lizzy sits next to him, lacing her hand with his. I sit on the chair across the table from the couch and Mikey stands by my side.

"Now, Pierce. Please....don't cry. This is happy and I don't want you to cry because of what has happened in the past okay? I need you to be happy for me, alright."

I lean forward across the table and put my hand on top of hers. "Of course, Liz."

"Alright." She glances at Heath and then turning back to us, she opens her mouth, smiling. "Heath and I...well, Pierce. I'm pregnant."

My first initial reaction is shock.

My jaw drops.

My hands are at my mouth.

And then I am smiling like I am the happiest person in the world. I stand up and run over to her, pulling her up from the couch as my arms wrap around her. I slowly turn us both around, without her noticing what I am doing, so I am looking at Mikey. My eyes lock with his and I know he's thinking the same thing. He's happy for them. For both of them. But I know he wants to feel like that. He wants to be the one to tell someone, he's going to be a father. I know because it's how I feel. Right now, I am so incredibly happy for Lizzy and Heath, yet, part of me wishes I could trade places with her. I want her to know what it feels like to lose two children. To get shot, to get in a wreck.

But's she's not me. I am me. And she is Lizzy. And she is pregnant.

I push back and smile at her, seeing her red/orange hair fall in front of her eyes. "Oh, Lizzy." I put on what I feel like is a real smile. "That's great."

"You don't...you're not angry?"

"Angry?" I scoff. "Liz, why would I be angry?"

"Because you've tried so hard and you want to start a family so badly but Karma keeps getting in the way."

"Lizzy," I say. "Karma's a bitch. But you are my best friend. And you are going to be a mother. And Heath," I turn to face him. "You." I say. "Are going to make a great father." I turn back to Lizzy. "I would never be mad at you for something like this. You are my best friend in the whole wide world and you are going to make and amazing mother. Amazing. I am so happy for you."

She breathes a sigh of relief. "I thought--"

I stop her. "You thought wrong."

"Thank you, Pierce." She smiles and grabs Heath's hand, pulling him up. I ruffle his blonde hair as they walk towards the door.

"No problem." As I close the door behind them, a sob escapes my lips.

       I swear sometimes, I'm bipolar.

Mikey catches me under the armpits as my legs give out. He pulls me to my feet and hugs me tightly against his firm chest. I cry lightly, thinking of everything that has happened to us and how easily she got pregnant.

"Sh, Pierce." He whispers into my ear. "Sh, listen to me. Listen." He runs his hand through my hair, which has grown long in the years since I first cut it. That was such a long time ago. Almost three years now. "Listen, Pierce. I know what you're feeling. And how you hate her for getting it off easy. But life isn't easy. And I know it, Pierce, I know it in my heart." He pushes back and places one hand over his heart. "That we will be a mother and father this time. That," he says, pointing out the door, "that will be us. I know it."

I blink the tears from my eyes and clear my throat. "You believe."

"I know." He says and grabs my hand, placing it over his. "I know it."

"Okay." I plaster a smile to my face. "Okay."

He pulls me back into another hug before grabbing my hand and taking me back to the bedroom. I'm happy for Lizzy. I. Am. Happy. For. Lizzy.

Just keep telling myself that. We'll be okay.

I am happy for Lizzy.

I am happy for Lizzy.

I have to be happy for Lizzy.

Because life is a bitch. And I am going to be a mother soon. I have to be. 

I have to be.