Guilty Pleasure.

lets not stress out now

'Wait, you agreed?' Ronnie asked, surprised. I shrugged, sipping my water. "Well, yeah... I need to get him off my back." I shrugged. He sighed, shaking his head. 'What if you go back to him?' He asked, looking annoyed. I bit my lip, I hadn't thought about that yet. Once again, I shrugged. "If it happens, it happens. Very unlikely though." I grunted. He rolled his eyes. 'Lola, I don't want you to go.' He ordered. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "Excuse me?" I laughed. He lent back into his seat and copied my expression. 'You heard me.' He smirked. 'Don't go.' I scoffed, running my hand through my hair, laughing bitterly. "Are you being serious right now?" I asked, baffled. He rolled his eyes and sat forward. 'Dead' he uttered. I glared. "You are not in charge of my life!" I snapped. "I can do what I want, I'm not a child!" I added angrily. He rolled his eyes and laughed. 'Clearly you don't! I mean, you married the douche!' he scoffed. I narrowed my eyes. "Fuck you." I snarled, flipping him off. I slammed the laptop lid shut and laid back into my bed. I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes and groaned, tomorrow night I go on a date with Chris, it gos horrible and thats the end of it. I don't go crawling back to him, I go to see my kids and thats all. This date will in no way go well. I mean, It's Chris Fronzak we're talking about here.

-Next Day/Night-

"Okay, look now!" He said nervously. I uncovered my eyes and my jaw dropped. "Holy shit..." I whispered. I looked over at him and his face was flushed and he was staring at the ground. "Is it okay, do you like it? I can take you somewhere else?" He asked nervously. I gave him a cheesy smile. "I fucking love it, it's beautiful!" I squealed. He sighed, his shoulders relaxing. "Well, um, here let me help you?" He mumbled, grabbing my elbow and pulled me towards the beautifully set up area. He carefully helped me down, since I'm a heavily pregant fat fucker. I smiled up at him as he fumbled around grabbing plates out of a small bag beside him. He set them down and grabbed the food. "I'm sorry if you die, I um, I cooked this." He chuckled. I bit my lip and looked at all the packaged food. "By yourself?" I asked, shocked. He nodded awkwardly. I clapped my hands held out my plate. "Well, watcha waiting for, chuck it on!" I grinned.

"Jesus, yoou can't cook!" I laughed. He pouted. "I warned you!" He whined. I shoved him gently and stared at the starlit sky. I sucked in a large breath of the salty sea air and sighed. "I've always loved it here." I whispered. "When I was little it was my dream to live at a beach." I sighed. I dragged my fingers through the soft sand while my other hand rubbed gentle circles on my stomach. "Lola, uh... Please don't get mad but, is the baby really Ronnie's?" Fronz asked slowly. I turned my head and looked at him. "Honestly? I have no idea." I sighed. He looked at me confused. "You wouldn't remember. I left before you could wake up....Just like the first time." I grunted. His face lit up with realisation. "Holy shit, so this kid could be mine?" He asked, his face lightig up like a christmas tree. I laughed and nodded. "Well, yeah.." I giggled. He got onto his knees and carefully pressed his hands to my stomach. "Hey, this is your daddy..." He cooed. I bit my lip. "Chris..." I mumbled. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "This kid will be considered mine either way." He huffed. He looked back at my bump and continued to whisper cute things to him. "You shall be my princess!" He grinned. I scoffed. "It's a boy!" I whined. He raised an eyebrow. "So you 100% know, the doctor told you?" He asked. I frowned. "Well, no but-" He cut me off. "Princess, SHE is my princess." He smirked. I glared at him. "Prince!" I pouted. He rolled his eyes and flopped down beside me and grabbed my hand and gripped it gently. I sighed lightly and squeezed back. "Chris, I'm worried." I mumbled. Hee pulled me closer. "About what?" He questioned. I ran my free hand over my face. "The baby, he's sick." I whimpered. Oh God, that's the first time I've said it out loud. "Sick? Like with a cold? Can babies even get a cold when they're inside you?" He asked, freaking out. I shook my head, laughing lightly. "No you idiot. He has VSD, a hole in his heart." I said, my voice wavering. His face scrunched up in thought and slowly his eyes went huge. "A hole...That, that's bad!" He mumbled to himself. "It can fixed, right?" He panicked. I bit my lip and shrugged. "Well, sometimes it can." I sighed. He sat up and pulled me up with him. "Next check up, I'm coming!" He said, his voice showing that he wasn't going to let me go alone. Fucking douche. "Fine, next week on Tuesday." I huffed. He grinned and looked around. "Do you think we could go on a second date?" He asked nervously. I pushed my tongue into my cheek, should I? Eh fuck it. "Yes, that'd be lovely." I smiled. His face lit up once again and he pulled me in for a hug. "Thank you!" He squealed.

-Fronz's POV -

On Tuesday I'm gonna get the doctors to run some tests, show me who is the baby's daddy! Lola and I laid around for a few more hours, she pointed at the stars and I made dick jokes. We walked down the water once or twice and Lola almost fell in. It was perfect. But the next date has to be even better if I'm going to get her back. "Night Chris!" She said waving. I waved back and watched as she walked into dickknob's house AKA Ronnie Radke. I sped home and trudged inside and found the boys all cuddled up on the couch watching Big Hero 6. Jess was asleep on the couch and Kalan was sitting on the edge of his seat as he watched the movie. "I fucking knew it! I knew it was him!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and turned off the TV. "Hey, I was watching that!" He whined. I shrugged. "Alright boys, bed time!" I ordered. One by one they got up and stumbled off to their rooms. "So, how'd it go?" Kalan asked. I sat on the couch at grinned. "Went fucking great, second date isn't too far away." I smirked. "She'll be back home in no time." I sighed. Kalan looked over at Jess and back at me. "I heard her and Ronnie got a thing goin' on." He whispered. I raised an eyebrow. "So? She'll pick me, clearly. She's known me longer, plus! We were married." I scoffed. He sat back and crossed his arms. "I wouldn't be so sure, apparently they grew up together and they dated for like four years before her family moved to Australia." He shrugged. I frowned, she moved from America to Australia and back to America...Wait, hold up... She dated Ronnie?! Ugh, my brain. "So you're telling me that Lola moved from Las Vegas, to Australia and then to here?" I asked, trying to work it out. He nodded slowly. "Jesus, you're so slow." he laughed. I flipped him off and sighed. "So, I don't really have that much of a chance, do I?" I groaned. He shrugged and got up and woke Jessica up. "Babe, we gotta go." He mumbled. She woke up unwillingly and groaned. "Carry me!" She whined. He scoffed and poked her baby gut. "You crazy, look how pregnant you are, I'm not carrying you!" He laughed.