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

Sixteen

When Zakk's first birthday rolled around just under a month later, Richie was officially hired as a full member of Poison, and therefore CC's replacement. They'd no Intent of getting back into the studio to even try jamming till after the holidays, meaning it'd be sometime in January of 1992 at the earliest before they did anything of the sort. In the meantime, they were all getting know each other on a more personal level, and that included having all the guys out to Georgia for said baby's birthday, not to mention Yule and Christmas since they were in line right behind that date.

Bobby was up early on the morn of the sixteenth, having been prolly more excited about today than his wife was. He was just a big kid at heart, himself, so setting up the Rugrats-themed party they were throwing for their son didn't bother him in the slightest. And since he'd woken up at the ass-crack of Dawn, unable to go back to sleep, he didn't see where getting a head start could hurt anything.

Eventually, Rebel joined him in the kitchen with said baby on her hip, chuckling as she saw he was already hard at work. Only walking up behind him and startling him with a gentle smack to his ass made the bassist take pause and turn to face her, which made him laugh when he realized who it was. As he leaned down to kiss her good morn, Zakk grabbing at his unbound hair once again, he heard shuffling and footsteps upstairs. That told him the rest of the guys were soon to be downstairs, and he wasn't disappointed in that assumption.

"Morning, guys," he said as he straightened.

"Mmmph," Bret grumbled in response, Rikki flipping him off.

"Morning, Bobby," Richie said, being the only one aside from his wife to actually speak to him.

"Cheer up, brats, or I'll shove y'all in the pool," said wife threatened, which caught their attention rather quickly.

Each of the three guys–even Deanna–perked up, knowing she'd make good on her threat without a second Thought on the matter.

"Now, that's more like it," Rebel chuckled. "No need to ruin the birthday boy's good Time."

Their son wasn't even really paying attention till his daddy took him and cuddled him against his chest. "Happy birthday, little man," he said, ruffling his scant amount of hair and kissing his forehead.

"Eh?" Zakk gave him a confused look, his tone obviously questioning.

"Chu's a Year old today, chu lil rugrat," Bobby chuckled. "Doesn't seem like it's been that long already, either."

"Gods, a Year ago–well, ya remember my threat," the younger woman laughed.

"I thought I was gonna have to throw out even butter knives!" the bassist crowed. "Spoons, too, for that matter!"

"Jeez, was it really that bad, man?" Bret chuckled.

"She was, like–nearly three weeks overdue by the Time this Turkey was born." He grinned as he bounced him, which made him giggle. "She was so miserable since–for some reason–her doctor didn't bother with inducing her sooner, she was threatening to carve him out with a steak knife."

"Felt like I'd a few bowling balls and then some stuffed in there!" Rebel shot back, mocking a defensive tone that her own grin belied.

No one was immune to cracking up at that, Bobby moving to feed their son while she was working on breakfast for everyone else. Said baby started to throw a tantrum when he was first strapped into his high chair, his daddy making a noise he'd learned from his wife shutting him up in a split second. Zakk knew as he looked up at him with wide chocolate eyes that he was about to get his butt busted, 'cuz that was the same noise Mama and Daddy always made when he was doing something he shouldn't be.