The Way We Found Love Janoskians Style

June 19th 2019

Mackenna

It never fucking ends. The yelling and screaming everyday.

"Listen you two! You can't have kids, because you have a dick! And you! You aren't days away from giving birth! So you need to shut the fuck up! The stress also hasn't gotten to you just fucking yet, and you and him screaming at each other doesn't quite help it! And I am also not the only pregnant one here! We have two others too! So you need to suck up the fact that you two can't fight around us all the time!" I scream at Hannah and Luke. Fuck, it is way worse the second time around, than it was the first. My due date is tomorrow, and I really just want this thing out of me. I would be glad to get it out today.

"Hey gorgeous." Skip says and comes behind me, wraps his arms around my huge pregnant belly and kisses me.

"Did you go to the store?" I ask him.

"I wanted to take you with me." Skip says.

"There's a reason I asked you to go, Daniel. I need my rest, I'm due tomorrow." I tell him. He hangs his head and I sigh. "Fine, let's go." I say. "Just let me get dressed." I say. I go into the room we are staying in and change into his Dirty Pig muscle shirt (that doesn't have much of a side to it because it is open) with a hot pink bandeau underneath. I have been having sharp pains in my side all day, but man, it doesn't feel like I'm having contractions just yet. I grab his sweater and pull it over my shoulders. We are walking to the local Target in Nashville, and a sharper pain hits my tummy pretty hard and hurts like a bitch. I don't want Skip to know I'm having contractions, if I am, because I don't want to ruin tonight for him. Apparently this girl he dated in high school has tickets to the concert and signing tonight, and he wants to show her that what she thought was impossible, in fact did turn out to be possible.

Once we get back to the hotel, I put on a pair of short shorts, and my high tops. I as I turn in Skip's Dirty Pig muscle shirt, I grab his Dirty Pig sweat shirt and pull it over my tummy, I realize that I am having a contraction. I can't fuck this up tonight. Especially when there are only 2 more stops after tonight until we are home for a month and a half before our last JAGWAON concert and our first Janoskians featuring The Deceased concert. I sit down slowly on the bed until the pain passes and Skip comes in.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks, getting concerned.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm all good, don't worry." I tell him.

"No Mackenna, seriously, are you okay?"

"Yes." I say. He grabs a shirt, replaces the one he was wearing with it, and changes pants before he leaves, kissing me before he does.

"We are leaving soon!" He calls. I scramble and stuff as much stuff as I can into an over night bag hanging on the door of the hotel. A change of clothes. An outfit for the baby. Make up and tooth bush and tooth paste. I think that's all I need, and I run out to the rental care, where Skip had thankfully remembered to hook up the car seat, and stuff the bag into the trunk of the car. "Hold on please. Just a couple more hours. We just have to go until 11. It is 5. That is six hours. Please baby. Please." I tell my tummy. The guys come pilling out with the girls in tow and we all get into our separate cars. As we are an hour away from the hotel, almost at the venue, and I have another one. I moan really loud and almost scream and Skip stops the car so fast I almost fly into the wind shield. "Are you sure you aren't in labor?"

"Just drive to the venue. Who knows, if I have the baby on stage, there is an entertaining story to tell the kid when it's older." I say.

"No, really Mackenna, are you okay? We don't have to go to the concert if you're having contractions. We need to take you to the hospital."