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

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Confirmation

I am determined. So determined to keep this child. I will not slip out of the shower. Nor will I get shot or get into a car wreck. And to help with keeping that so, Mikey and I have decided that we are not going to drive anywhere for the next nine months. Sounds hard, right? Not if you're trying to keep a baby alive.

Mikey and I agree on something else. That we won't tell Lizzy, Heath, Gee, Lyn-z, Frank, or Ray until I am showing. It's better to be a surprise, we think. I have started to grow, but not so much that I show from under a shirt. We also went in for the first ultra sound last week, and we got quite a surprise.

~Flashback~

I lie on my back on the cold table. The Ultra Sound nurse walks in with the gel and washes her hands, pulling on gloves. She squirts a good amount onto the probe and moves it around on my stomach. Mikey sits next to me, our hands intertwined.

The nurse smiles. "Would you like to know the gender?" She asks, almost sounding giddy. I look at Mikey.

"Do we?"

"No. Let it be a surprise."

"There is one thing I can tell you without giving away the genders."

I look up at her. "What?"

"Well, there is more than one heartbeat." She smiles down at me. "More than on healthy heartbeat." I narrow my eyes at first, thinking she must be joking.

"We're....we're having twins?" Mikey asks cautiously.

"No."

"Then...what do you mean?"

"Is this your first time?" She asks, steering the conversation.

"No." I say.

"You have kids!" She asks, all excited all of a sudden.

"No." I repeat.

"Oh."

"Adoption, miscarriage, and we were in a crash." I tell her. "I lost two of the three and gave the first one away because I was too young."

"Oh."

"You didn't tell us." Mikey says.

"Oh. Well, there aren't two heartbeats. There are three." She beams down at me. I stare up at her, my eyes wide with shock.

"Triplets?" I ask and she nods. I glance at Mikey. He is grinning like there is no tomorrow. "Oh my god. Triplets." I whisper and as the nurse wipes the gel from my swelling stomach. I pull down my shirt and immediately throw my arms around Mikey's neck. He hugs me back and whispers into my hair,

"We're going to be three times the parents."

~Present Day~

I sit up in bed, with a bit more difficulty then normal. I look down and see that my stomach is bigger now. I sigh and slide my feet out from under the sheets and place my feet on the floor. Mikey sleeps soundly beside me. I push myself to my feet and walk over to my dresser. I peel off my pajama shirt and grab a tight fitting 'Paramore' shirt and slip it on. I look down and relalize, today is the day the other's will be told. I'm showing. Officially. I smile and open the drawer that has my maternity jeans from before, in it. I pull out a pair as I slip out of my pajamas. I pull them on, and for the first time since my first pregnancy, I actually feel pregnant. I walk over to my mirror and pull out my brush.

I notice something that I didn't before, because of all of the crazy insaneness of my life. My hair has gotten longer. A lot longer. When we cut it that first night at the concert, it was cut up to my shoulders. Now, after three years, it's down past my waist. I really did not notice. And I like it.