Drifting Back [Fanfiction G-Eazy] Book 1

Grandpa

Heads up this story is coming to an end soon. I am debating on writing another G-eazy story down the road. Comment if you like this idea. Gerald and a roommate from college wrote music together. She is obviously a girl. Well when Gerald gets big she's gotta tour with him and watch Gerald turn into G-eazy. I'm debating on a happy ending or not for that idea. As for this one, vote if you want a happy ending in the comments! Or alternate endings!

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Daniella POV

"What are you gonna name him?' Suzanne looked to us as I shrugged and looked to Gerald.

"We hadn't decided yet...."

"Well he can't leave the hospital without a name." She laughed slightly.

"Why not keep the line of Gerald's going? Your grandfather was named Gerald.." Gerald shook his head before sighing softly.

"Nah, this kid is gonna be amazing on his own... What about Benjamin? or Kevin? Or... Kyle?..." 

"Kevin... James... Gillum?" I smiled slightly before bitting the side of my lip as Gerald grinned.

"Yeee!" He quickly wrote down the name before rushing it off to the nurse. My body ached as I struggled to change into the clothes Gerald had left me. Of course earlier this morning I had managed a shower. Having a baby was anything, but pleasant. The stitches down my stomach made me nauseous. I looked mangled like a destroyed toy. Sick of what I saw in the mirror. 

"You okay?" I blinked a few times, lowering my shirt before looking to Suzanne.

"Yeah... I just... need a lot of help." I felt my eyes dare to well with tears before she pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry sweetie... We'll get you whatever you need... I think going home and getting some rest and letting your body heal is important... then we'll find a doctor to start taking you to-" She was cut off by knocking at my door. Slowly it slid open, there stood grandpa. Suzanne looked away, I could tell she was uncomfortable considering she'd ran away with his kids decades ago without a word.

"My grand child? Boy or girl?"

"None of your business." I mumbled, approaching the older version of Gerald. Edward. "You come near my child and you will have a fucking bad day." He chuckled slightly, that smirk made me sick. 

"I take it boy then... Tell my son I'll be looking for him. We have unfinished business to attend to Mrs. Gillum."

"It is Evans. Don't come near my family." I smacked him across the face, yet was returned the gesture, sending me flopping to the door. Suzanne screamed, yet it was a whisper to the ringing in my ears.

"Danny! Honey are you okay?!" I touched my cheek, blood glazed my fingers as I nodded slowly.

"He... He hit me?" 

"He's evil...." 

"What the fuck happened!" I looked to Gerald who was quickly lifting me from the ground and sitting me on the bed, examining my face. "Ma what happened?!"

"Your father..."

"I smacked him and he smacked me back..." I mumbled, sighing softly. "I want to go home... Where is our baby."

"He's fine... See?" Gerald turned around, the baby already in the stroller ready to leave this godawful place. I nodded slowly, listening to Gerald curse under his breath. He knew better than to chase after his father. The dangers he presents. Then again he did get Gerald sent to jail in a heart beat. I zoned out all the way to the car, Matt was driving and Grady snapping photos of the sleeping Gillum.

"Why couldn't we name him Grady or Blizzy or Matthew.... Like no one from the gang is represented." 

"Did any of you.... make this baby?" Gerald chuckled. "Exactly no, so the Gillum name get's represented, because Danny and I made this cute little shit." 

"Already cursing around my grandson." Suzanne chuckled and tickled the baby's cheek. "He's a sleeper just like you... I swear sometimes I checked to see if you were breathing as a baby! You slept through the nights and even the days close to 10 or 11." 

"Good, maybe I'll be able to get some rest." I mumbled while closing my eyes and resting my head on Gerald's shoulder. "When do you gotta go back on tour?"

"Couple months. I took off for the baby. For you... I met this doctor Danny, I want you to go see her." 

"I will babe.." His lips brushed against the top of my head, then I was fast asleep. I missed us even getting home since Gerald had carried me to our bedroom. For once in nearly a year I felt good mentally. The man I loved was watching our child and not off fucking around. Maybe this was what he needed to keep grounded or maybe this would give him a reason to leave. A reason to run away from his problems and back to that white queen cocaine. I pushed the thoughts from my mind as I opened my eyes from the nap. Running my finger over my stitches. 

"Gerald....?!" I yelled and waited from the bed. There he stood, smiling and wearing sweats without a shirt.

"Hey baby... how did you sleep?" I shrugged slightly and motioned for him to sit next to me on the bed.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Do you think this will be ugly?" His eyes lowered down to my stomach, I felt tears welling in my eyes as he leaned down and kissed around the stitches.

"I think... it will show how strong you were in carrying our baby through all my bullshit. I think it makes me love you even more beautiful." He sighed and moved off the bed, kneeling at the bottom and beginning to rub my feet with a small smile. "I should have done this while you were pregnant, but I'm an asshole. I've got a lot of making up to do for you Danny. Especially in the sex department and love department." I closed my eyes, a smile crossing my lips.

"I love you Ger."

"Love you too.... Deeeeeeeee" A laugh escaped my lips. Things were starting to seem normal. Too normal.