For the fallen ones// A Brendon Urie fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 10

"Baby get up." I hear Brendon whispering in my ear.

"What time is it?" I say groggily.

"It's 7:30. We have an ultrasound appointment for the little baby growing inside of you today, but you gotta get up." He says, walking around the room.

I eventually sit up and open my eyes and see Brendon standing there shirtless with some sweatpants on showing his V-line. My god, I sure am glad I'm marrying this man.

"Got a staring problem?" Brendon says, being sarcastic.

I hadn't even realized I was just sitting there staring at him.

"You're such a sarcastic little bitch. You know that?" I said, standing up and going over to where he's standing, "but you're MY sarcastic little bitch."

He leans down to kiss me and I have to stand on my tiptoes. He's so damn tall.

I go jump in the shower and Brendon gets in after me. Then I go and get dressed, I picked out a black and blue monogrammed tank top with anchors on it and some plain denim shorts with my converse.

Brendon is out of the shower in like 3 minutes and he starts to get dressed. He's picked out a black t shirt and his leather pants with some high-top converse just like mine.

When we're done getting ready, we walk downstairs and see that everyone is gone.

"They're gone early. Didn't even say goodbye." I say to Brendon.

"We were probably asleep when they left." He says.

"Oh well, let's go. We can get something to eat on the way." I said grabbing my house keys off of the coffee table.

Brendon grabs his Camaro keys from the key hook and we go to get in his car.

"Are you nervous baby?" Brendon asks me when we get in the car.

"Not really, I mean I kinda am. Are you?" I ask him.

"Kinda." He says to me.

"Well that's understandable. It's our first ultrasound. I'm just nervous something is gonna be wrong with the baby." I said to Brendon.

"Don't be nervous, we can get through this together babe." He says, grabbing my hand.

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As were sitting at the doctors office waiting, we read the magazines they have there. Those magazines are actually quite interesting.

"Cassandra Stone?" The receptionist says from the window.

"Yes that's me." I say standing up and going over to her.

"The doctor is ready for you to come back."

"Okay, thanks."

Once inside, the technician asks me to lie down and lift up my shirt a little bit.

"Now this is going to be cold." She says, squeezing the gel on my stomach so she can see the baby.

Brendon stands next to me and grips my hand, and by his tightening grip I can tell that he is getting more nervous by the second.