The Imperfect Truth of Diamond Hearts {Kellin Quinn Sequel}

7 - Fall Down, Fall Down

    I was sitting alone in the living room while Kellin and Matty had a ‘how high can your pitch go’ contest and the rest of the boys drank to their hearts content.  I was surprised that they were still going and well Sam was here too so I was assuming this was going on another Real Funny Guys at some point.  All I knew was that if he filmed me in my fat suit, I was going to end up killing him.  Being grumpy came with the territory of being pregnant and at this point I was ready to knock all seven of them out so that I could hang them by their toes.  When they woke up, I’d record their screams and listen to them on repeat when I was upset about whatever.  Sam said I had become a vindictive, twisted evil bitch with two alien babies inside of her.  I don’t think he was quite off because I was contemplating how best to poison all of their loud, raucous asses while they made a ruckus in my kitchen and around my living room. 

    The house was a lot bigger now so there was more room for me to hide, but their voices echoed off the walls with a constant din that made my eyelids feel like they were twitching.  I stood and waddled towards the kitchen to get something chocolaty to drink so that maybe my mood would even out.  Kellin and Matty were belting it out in one another’s ears while Justin judged their idiotic contest. 

    “Hold on hold on,” Matty interrupted after Kellin finished his part.  I raised a brow when he grabbed at his crotch.  “Gotta squeeze my balls a little.”

    I laughed at the idea, genuinely humored by what he’d said.  Yeah sometimes my husband sounded like his nuts were in a vice and that’s how he got his voice so high.  Sam had asked me if that was my doing and I had kicked him in the balls, asking him if that had helped him with his deep voice problem.

    He’d never questioned me about that again.

    Kellin looked to me with a lopsided grin, coming and kissing my forehead before he rubbed my Buda belly.  I scowled and then puckered my lower lip sourly, begging him to stop before the boys took notice and joined in harassing me.  Their pestering got to me sometimes because they could be a little on the harsh side.  On the other hand, I may have figured out why I was so hell bent on torturing them if it came to cutting off their fingers or something of the like.  I smiled wickedly, watching as Justin’s eyes grew wide and he made a motion with his hand at his throat for Kellin to stop rubbing my belly.

    “Oh shit, the demon is coming alive,” he whispered in my ear, making me roll my eyes and push him away.

    “Yeah and you’ll have to put up with the demon tonight,” I snapped quietly as I continued to move towards the refrigerator.  I opened the door, scanning for one of the jugs I had poured my ‘happy drink’ into.  The ‘happy drink’, as Kellin called it, was comprised of chocolate, ice cream, ice and raspberries.  I could eat gallons of this stuff every week but I restricted myself to a glass a day so that I wouldn’t turn into a house by the end of this pregnancy.  A planet was bad enough and I didn’t need rolls of fat to become giant rings of Saturn around my stomach area.

    “Don’t be like that baby,” Kellin uttered tenderly, kissing the side of my neck.  I giggled and glanced back to see Jack jumping on Gabe, Jesse not far behind as he cheered them on.  I grumbled softly.  It sucked that I was so touchy and moody because normally I loved being around these idiots.  Today was just one of those days, three weeks prior to my due date when I was ready to be rid of the things that were sitting on my bladder.  These boys weren’t helping my irritation with how loud they were being either and I had a feeling I might be taking this out on my husband later.  As hard as it was not to, some evenings I couldn’t help myself.

    Tonight could very well be that kind of night.

    “Kellllliiiiiinnnnnn,” Sam called in his Cartman voice as he slinked forward with his camera, “So when does Hannah get to pop-”