Band OneShots

Pregnant by Alan - Alan Ashby

Alan is a good guy, isn't he?
You're pregnant with his child and have a bit of trouble with the babys daddy...

About eight months ago I told Alan he's going to be a father. That I'm pregnant with his child. At this point we were together for more than two years. I didn't plan on getting pregnant and he certainly didn't plan on it, too. I was nervous when I did the pregnancy test. I didn't actually want to get a child at that point. Alan just started a new tour with Of Mice And Men. I should visit them for a few days. So I drove over and already driving there, I was a bit nervous cause my period should have started about a week ago. So after three more days I sneaked out and bought a pregnancy test. Coming back to the tour bus I didn't want to do it anymore. I couldn't do it with all the boys around. But when did my life go as planned? Phil caught me lying in Alans bunk staring at the test and he immediately locked me into the tiny toilet.

"You have to do it! The sooner you and Alan know it, the better! Wait, does Alan even know, that you...?"
"Please, Phil! I beg you not to tell him!"
"Do the test! Then we'll talk about that", and he pushed me in. I peed on the stupid stick and came out again. Phil was a bit grossed out, but took a tissue and held it for the two minutes till the result was shown.
"What does two lines mean?", he asked softly.
"That I'm totally screwed", I said and teared up. Phil promptly let the test fall to his cushion and wrapped me in his arms. I sobbed for a half an hour into his chest and he comforted me, congratulated me and told me everything will be alright and that a child is something truly beautiful.
I asked him for a bit of time for myself. He understood and walked away, closing the door to the bunks. I still needed a day to accept the fact I was pregnant. Even though I didn't feel like I was ready to be a mother and it was an unexpected pregnancy, it was clear I'd get this child. I would never do an abortion.
Phil told me to confess to Alan, but I was scared. I still didn't do it. I put it off till my last day. And even than I didn't do it exactly voluntarily. Phil dragged me to the back, told me to finally talk to Alan and a minute later, he pushed Alan to me and closed the door behind him.
I was nervous but after a few days consideration I thought, hoped, that Alan would be happy to have a child. We never really talked about family but somehow I reckoned he'd love to be a daddy.
So I told him. But what happened after my confession was something I would've never expected and it totally broke me. Alan shouted at me. He threw a tantrum, smashed glass, asked how I could get pregnant. He clearly didn't want a child. I cried but he just shouted at me until the other guys burst into the room and Austin and Tino dragged him away to talk to him. Aaron and Phil tried to comfort me.
That night I flew back home and that 'conversation' was the last time I heard or saw anything of Alan. He didn't even had the guts to officially break up with me.

Now eight months later I hold the hand of my best friend in the whole world and I may break some bones, but I just can't anymore.
"Uuuuurgh... It hurts so freaking much!", I groan.
"It's okay... Just breath deep! In... and out... in... and out!", she instructs me.
Tonight my labour started but we had to wait till the time in between was short enough to take me to the hospital. The last month of my pregnancy Tay moved in with me to be there when I get the baby and to help me out after I gave birth.
She drives way to fast but it's still not fast enough for me.
The breathing helps a little but just till the next wave of pain shoots through me. I yell and she literally jumps up cause I scared her.
"Jesus, shut the fuck up! We're here!", she shouts back and finds a parking spot. She helps me in the hospital and there I'm instantly rushed to a room and nurses and a doctor run around to prepare everything. Tay never leaves my side and gives me her Hand to hold onto. A doctor comes in and looks at me.
"Maybe a few more minutes... I'll be right back", he informs me. I can't speak so I just nod. I am already totally exhausted. The pauses between the contractions are now really short and I don't have enough time to catch my breath.
Tay makes calming sounds and strokes my hair out of my face.
The doc comes back in and sits down in front of me.
"So, how are you?"
If it wasn't for another contraction I so would've kicked his stupid face in. What does he think?
"Perfect", I spit out through clenched teeth.
"Yep, sounds like it", he laughs.
After that I refuse to answer him. I'm not going to hold up a stupid conversation when I feel like dying.