Ace's pov
"Fuck you Paul" i shouted at the curly haired man. We had gotten into a fight about the monarchy in England and certain rules i had to follow. Y'know me, the great Ace Frehley, not wanting to follow the rules. I decided to go to the local BAR after i quit drinkin. I went there with my friend Peter. "Y'know Petey," I said buzzed, "I think i like your brother Paulie." Peter looked at me and told me "let's call him then!" He was sober. I dialed what i could remember was Paul's phone number. It went to voicemail 3 times before Peter called him. "Hello Squirt," Peter spoke into the phone, "why're avoiding Acey?" Paul hung up after that. I decided to be dumb Ace and drive to his house. In a blue Lambo. Yep. After that all i could see were bright lights.
Paul's pov
Ace was calling me. Why? He hated me. Next call i got was from Peter. After that, the hospital. The doctors informed me Ace had gotten into a car crash and that his breath wreaked of Alcohol. My brain went awry. I loved the man who was now probably dead or in a coma.
Later, i drove myself and Gene to the hospital. Peter was already there. The doctors called us. "Ace is gonna be just fine". The doctor said. A few seconds later I see Ace.... With a child in his hands. "Ace"? I yelled. "Aww cute child Ace- ". I stopped myself before I could say Acey.
I couldn't stop blaming myself for Ace's hospitalization. Ace did a DNA test on the kid. Turns out it's mine. How? I haven't had a good fuck in 9 months. Oh I'm so stupid! A pregnancy is 9 months. "Paul". Ace called out to me in groggy morning voice, "what will we name him?" i suggested Evan or Collin. Ace said Charles, after his brother, or Paul. "Well, we can name him whatever seems best to you Ace." i said. He said collin was the best.
Aces pov
Paul and i had a son named Collin. I couldn't believe it. I have a son. I'm sure my toddler daughter will enjoy playing with collin. How'd this even happen? Lot to process.
