Our Love Will Never Die (Sequel to Your One and Only)

Thirteen

Over the next couple months, things were more than a little crazy for the remaining three members of Poison. They'd auditioned so many potential replacements for CC just between that disastrous show at the VMAs and the bassist's second anniversary that he'd finally said he wasn't flying out to Los Angeles again without the other two being fucking serious about who they were auditioning. He felt he was missing out on too much Time with his family, something he'd already lost enough of, with the constant trips back and forth that Ended up being a total bust.

Finally, the phone rang one Day, and Bobby was pleasantly surprised to hear that they'd been introduced to someone they were tempted to hire on the spot. Apparently, this kid was so good, they'd damn near shit their pants when he'd started playing, and he'd the Soulful, bluesy kinda voice they needed for backing vocals with the Direction they were going in.

"Yeah, I can be out there tomorrow, provided flights cooperate," he chuckled, cradling the phone between his head and shoulder as he changed Zakk's diaper. "I just can't stay very long unless you're gonna put up with a tag-along."

"Oh, really?" Rikki asked, laughing. "And why would ya have a tag-along?"

"Ten guesses, and the first nine don't count!" the bassist laughed. "Nah, in all seriousness, Rebel ain't feeling good, and I don't wanna leave her on her own with Zakk for too long."

"Oh, jeez, man–didn't ya learn to wrap that thing before ya tap her?" his friend practically howled through his laughter.

"Har dee har har," Bobby said, laying on the sarcasm thick as he got his son's onesie buttoned again. "Right system–at least, for her–wrong ailment."

It took a minute, but the drummer suddenly got what he meant. "Ooh, ouch."

"Yeah, especially in her case," he agreed. "She always gets some nasty cramps, so I'm not sure how they'll be, now that she's a mom."

"I remember Mom saying she used to have light flows till she had me," Rikki told him. "Maybe the cramps work the same way?"

"Wrong person to be asking, man!" the bassist chuckled. "All I know about that system's that it feels good wrapped around my dick, and it makes babies."

"Fair enough, dude, 'cuz that's about as far as my own Knowledge on it spans!" he agreed.

After getting off the phone with the drummer, Bobby headed for the master suite to see if his wife was still napping since she hadn't slept well the Night before. He didn't wanna wake her, if he didn't have to, but he'd also meant what he'd said about not leaving her alone with Zakk longer than need be. While he knew she was quite capable of caring for their son, he also knew that saying she got nasty cramps with her cycles was one of the biggest understatements he'd ever made.

Thankfully, she'd already woken up from that aforementioned nap, as evidenced by Rebel stepping outta their bathroom as he walked in. She gladly took Zakk when he reached for her, laughing softly when he squealed happily and nuzzled her breast in a clear sign that he was hungry. As she managed to get her arm outta one sleeve of her shirt and open the cup of her nursing bra, she glanced up at her husband.

Gently smacking himself back to Reality since he was always distracted by the sight of those beautiful breasts, the bassist chuckled as he forced his eyes up to her face. He told her about the call he'd just gotten, and how it required yet another trip out to Los Angeles–but how this one seemed far more promising. Not much damn near made any of them practically shit their pants in Awe, so if Bret and Rikki were this impressed by whoever'd prompted such a call, he'd a feeling he'd be just as impressed. The only way for him to find out was by going out there and basically making this person audition all over again since any tapes they could send him'd only go so far in doing them Justice.