Rock stars' baby ~ Brendon Urie

~ Chapter 6 ~

Alexis' POV

I stared down at the picture of my baby for the hundredth time. I couldn't believe it was mine. I didn't know how to tell Brendon though. I decided to message him on Instagram, asking him to come over to mine.

AlexisL87: We need to talk about something. Can you come over please?

Brendonurie: okay, why?

AlexisL87: Because it's important.

Brendonurie: okay.... What's your address?

I sent him my address and then waited. I gave the house a quick tidy up before he came. After an hour, he still hadn't come. I looked out my apartment window and his car pulled up. I sorted out my hair and quickly changed out of joggers into jeans that just fit. Then, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and it was Brendon, who was panting.

"So-sorry about that. I got lost." He panted.

"Don't worry about it. Come in." I giggled. He walked in and gazed around.

"This is nice. And small." He said.

"Yeah. I've just started in the music industry so it doesn't really pay well." I said.

"Oh okay." He said. He still looked around.

"Have a seat. We need to talk." I said. He looked at me confused and cautiously sat down.

"Okay." He said.

"Do you want a drink? I have water, squash, lemonade?" I said.

"Water please." I nodded and stood up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed 2 bottles of water. I handed one to him and sat down.

"Okay. The thing we need to talk about is kind of a big deal. You know that night after the party?" I asked.

"Yeah....... What about it?" He asked slowly.

"Well, I'm just gonna say it. I pregnant. And it's yours." I blurted out bluntly.

"What? No.... You can't be. I don't believe you." He said. I pulled out the scan picture and showed him a test.

"I'm not lying. Why would I lie about something like this?" I asked. He took the things out of my hand.

"I still don't believe you." He said.

"How can I prove it to you?" I asked.

"Have you got a spare test?" He asked.

"Yeah..." I said.

"Do it." He said. I got up and he followed me. I went into the bathroom, showed him my spare test and used it. He came in and we waited 5 minutes. Then, I took the test and it said positive.

"See? Why would I lie to you?" I asked.

"How do you know it's mine?" He asked.

"I haven't had a boyfriend in 2 years and I haven't slept with anyone since. That is your baby, whether you like it or not." I said. He looked at me.

"T-that's my baby." He said. I nodded.

"Yeah. You don't have to be a part of it's life if you don't want to. I want this baby." I said, kind of sad.

"How far along are you?" He asked shakily.

"12 weeks." I said.

"I don't want kids. But that's mine. I-I need time to think." He aid before running out the door. I just slid own the wall and broke down into tears.

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Brendon's POV

I'm gonna be a dad. Her words spun around my head. "That is your baby, whether you like it or not." What am I going to do? I don't want kids. If I did, I'd want them with Sarah, not a one night stand. I'm probably going to have to tell Sarah. I decided to rip the metaphorical band aid off. I drove home and braced myself for a sea of rage.

"Sarah. We need to talk." I said, walking into the house.

"Okay." She said, putting down her phone. I sat on the couch across from her.

"I'm just gonna put it out there. I lied to you about the party. I got pretty drunk and.... And I slept with someone. Alexis. And now she's... She's pregnant. Oh Sarah please forgive me. I didn't mean it. I swear." I begged. She looked at me with a mix of shock and disgust in her eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait. What? Let me get this straight. Firstly you sleep with someone behind my back, secondly you lie about it and thirdly she's pregnant and you decide to tell me now!?" She said, raising her voice.

"Sarah. I'm sorry. I was drunk." I said, putting my head down in shame.

"Brendon, it's not the fact that you slept with someone because it happens, it's the fact that you lied to me about it!" She said.

"I know and I'm sorry! Please Sarah!" I said. She stood up and walked away. I followed her.

"Brendon I need time to think. I can't believe you lied to me. Relationships are built on trust. I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I don't know what else you've been lying about. I need time." She said. She grabbed her handbag.

"Sarah. Please don't go. I love you. I need you." I begged.

"I need time." She said, exiting the door.

"I love you." I told her. She turned around and looked at me.

"I know you do, Brendon, I know." She said.