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

Twenty-Four

"Mammina! Paparino!"

Startled by the sudden cry and bouncing, Bobby bolted upright, eyes wide as he glanced around the guest suite he and his wife were occupying there at Rikki's. Said wife grumbled and yanked her pillow over her head, clearly not ready to get up after a long Night and not sleeping well the Night before then. He wasn't surprised she was grumpy right now, even as their son giggled and bounced in his lap again, his wild hair flying in every Direction since they were letting him grow it out.

"Chu booger–how'd chu gets in here?" he asked, ruffling that aforementioned hair.

"Just like right before his first birthday, that'd be courtesy of me."

Looking up, the bassist finally noticed his friend leaning against the doorway. "Jeez, man–I know it's your house, and you've got a key and all, but really?"

"Not like y'all were doing anything in here," Rikki chuckled. "Ya forget, my bed's right on the other side of the wall from this one–I'd have felt the thumping, even if I didn't hear anything, if y'all were."

"Ya frickin' perv," he chuckled. "Chu go back wiff Uncle Rikki for a few minutes and let at least Daddy take a potty break."

"Otays–gosta go pway wiff mah new fwend!" Zakk scooted down off the bed and hauled ass for the door, making him cock a brow at the drummer.

"Nikki's here with his son, dude," his friend told him. "He caught me before he left last Night and said something aboutcha suggesting meeting up at a later date, so I told him to just c'mon over."

"Yay, yet another need for clothes," Bobby said sarcastically, but his smile belied any Anger.

"Just hurry up before these boys murder us," Rikki laughed, closing the door behind him.

Once the door was closed, he took a few moments to try waking his wife up, but Rebel clearly wasn't having it this morn. Deciding he was safer in a couple different ways, if he left her alone, he gave her a gentle kiss she just barely Returned before getting up for his morning piss. He'd never been one to leave a guest–no matter how unexpected–hanging for too long, and he wasn't about to start now.

After he'd gotten through his morning routine and dragged on at least PJ britches and a tank top, the younger bassist headed downstairs. He found the older one and his drummer in the kitchen, where coffee'd thankfully already been made, and he could hear at least Zakk giggling in the room they'd temporarily turned into a playroom. Judging by the giggles that joined his son's, he could only assume Nikki's son was in there with him, and he could only be thankful they were getting along. He wasn't sure about the other little boy, but he knew his own son was an only-child–for now–and wasn't used to having other kids his age around.

"Morning," the older bassist greeted him. "Sorry I just showed up this soon."

"Don't worry about it–not like we're leaving for a few Days yet," Bobby told him, yawning as he stretched. "Only thing to even remotely worry about is my wife being a grumpy bitch this morn, but that's why I left her in bed."

"Yeah, she's definitely not a morning person," Rikki agreed with a chuckle.

"Are we talking throw-a-mug-of-hot-coffee-atcha, not a morning person?" the other bassist chuckled.

"More like the whole friggin' coffee pot, dude!" the drummer laughed.

"Yeah, that's definitely Rebel for ya–especially when she's pregnant," the younger bassist agreed. "And she'll make sure the pot's full and scalding when she does it."