Metallica Preferences Book **HIATUS**

When He Sees You Cry

**A/N: I'd like to thank TheRibbonMaster for helping me out with writing this chapter. Thank you so much! I'm so grateful for your help. Enjoy this chapter! - Zoe**

James: You were laying in bed with James, heating pad on your stomach, bar of chocolate in your hand, and you were watching Beauty and the Beast. While you were, Belle and the Beast started dancing, and you started sobbing softly, tears rolling down your cheeks. James looked over at you, and said, "Babe? Are you okay?" You looked at him, and said, "No! Belle and Beast are being a cute couple and I can't handle how cute they are!" James wrapped his arm around your shoulder, stroking your hair, and kissed your cheek. When he did, he said, "It's alright babe. You know what? I think we're the cutest couple ever. Way cuter than Belle and Beast." You smiled, sniffling softly as James wiped your tears away with a tissue, and he kissed your cheek, switching the channel to something that wouldn't make you cry.

Kirk: Your day had not been going so well. You had to stay about an hour after your shift was supposed to end to clean tables, your boss was being a creep, as usual, and you had three customers yell at you and blame you for their food not being cooked right. After you clocked out and drove home, you kicked off your white sneakers, locking the front door behind you, and sat down on the couch next to Kirk, who was watching a scary movie, and sighed lightly. When you did, Kirk smiled at you, and said, "Hey babe! How was work?" You looked at him, tears starting to well up in your eyes, and said, "It sucked... People are assholes. My boss made me stay late to clean tables, and he was being a fucking creepazoid my whole shift, and to top it all off, I had three customers yell at me because their food wasn't cooked right." That's when you broke down, and buried your face into Kirk's chest, sobbing loudly as he rubbed your back and kissed your temple. As you were crying, he gently rocked you from side to side, kissing your cheek, and said, "It's alright, babe. Just let it all out. I know work can be rough, and you know what? At the end of the day, I'll always be there for you. Here, let's get some snacks, change into our pajamas, and watch a scary movie marathon while we cuddle under some blankets. How's that sound?" You smiled, kissing his cheek, and nodded. When you did, you two changed into your PJs, and cuddled under some blankets and ate snacks as you watched a scary movie marathon. You ended up falling asleep with your face nuzzling Kirk's chest, and he smiled, kissing your sleeping forehead and fell asleep.

Lars: You were having a rough night, laying in bed trying to sleep, but to no avail. You hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, you were in a very bad mood, and you were starting to get a headache. You tried to get up out of bed to get some Advil or something for your headache, when you tripped over your own feet. At that moment, you broke down, bursting into sobs, and gripped your knees, putting your back against the bedroom wall. "Sweetie? What's the matter? What happened?" Lars said to you as he rushed into the room. You looked up at him, and in between sniffles, you said, "M-My... Head... And... And..." At this point, large tears had started to roll down your rosy cheeks, and Lars looked at you, gently touching your cheek, and said, "Well, I think it's best for you to go ahead and have a good cry. It's much better for your health." When he said this, he pulled you into a gentle, snuggly hug, and whispered lightly to you, "Just tell me what's the matter when you're ready, and I promise I'll give everything I've got to make it better, ok, (Y/N)?" You nodded, nuzzling your face into his chest, and sighed softly as your headache started to go away.

Cliff: You were about 7 months pregnant, and your hormones were all over the place. One moment you'd be happy, then you'd be absolutely livid. One day, you were eating a box of Oreos in the kitchen, when you dropped one, and you looked at the floor, saying, "Shit! That was the last Oreo too..." When you said this, you sniffled lightly, and started bawling, large tears rolling down your cheeks. As you were, Cliff came into the room, and saw you. When he did, he looked at you, and said, "What's wrong, love?" You looked at him, tears still forming in your eyes, and said, "I-I just dropped my Oreo and it was the last one in the box." When you said this, you kept crying, and he hugged you close, rocking you side to side, and said, "It's alright, love. I can just go get more. It's not a problem at all." You smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest, and said, "Thank you! You're so good to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Dave: It was a very rough day for you, considering you were about six and a half months pregnant with your daughter at the time. Your feet were killing you, your hormones were all over the place, the baby was moving around a lot, and you had just about enough with the roadies who were giving you a hard time. When you were making your way back stage, you accidentally knocked a guitar rack with three extra guitars over, causing the guitars to be knocked out of tune. You stood up shakily with a hand supporting your growing belly, and looked up at the roadie, who was much taller than you. When you did, a look of annoyance settled on his face, which quickly shifted into a look of anger as he yelled at you. You shrank back, shock settling on your face, and stuttered, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't see the guitars right there..." He looked at you, pointing his finger at your face and getting dangerously close to you, and yelled, "I don't give a shit WHAT your excuse is! If you see something, move out of the way and don't fucking knock it over, you stupid fucking bitch!" That did it. You stormed off, both hands instinctively cradling your growing baby bump, and tears started to stream down your face as your hormones took over. As you walked, you saw Dave coming toward you, and you rushed into his arms, burying your face into his chest, and you sobbed loudly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and stroked your hair. After your cries lessened, you looked at Dave, and he thumbed the tears from your cheeks. When he did, he said, "What happened, babe?" You looked at him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest, and said, "I-I was making my way to where you guys were, and I accidentally knocked over a rack with some guitars on it. I tried to apologize to the roadie but he decided to yell at me instead because I guess he didn't have anything better to do than yell at a very pregnant, very hormonal girl." Dave kissed your forehead, and said, "You know what? I bet he's just jealous because he doesn't have a beautiful girl like you on his arm." You smiled, kissing his cheek, and said, "T-Thanks for cheering me up. I love you, and I'm sure our baby is gonna love you a lot too."

Jason: You were about 8 and a half months pregnant, and you were having trouble deciding what you wanted to wear for the day. When you tried on outfit after outfit, you gave up, your hormones taking over, and you started to bawl loudly. As you were, Jason came into the room, and said, "What's the matter, babe?" You looked up at him, large tears rolling down your cheeks, and said, "Nothing I have fits! I'm enormous! I'm a fucking whale!" Jason hugged you, wiping the tears away from your face, and said, "Oh, babe. You're not a whale. You're my beautiful wife, and soon, we're gonna have a little baby who'll love you just the same. Here, you can borrow one of my shirts and a pair of shorts." You sniffled a bit, smiling lightly, and said, "T-Thank you, Jase. I really don't know what I'd do without you."

Rob: Your pregnancy with the twins had been pretty rough, and you were with the guys as they toured the US. You were about seven months along, and you were adamant about coming on tour because you weren't a fan of being home alone for long periods of time. While you were backstage, sitting in a chair with a pillow over your belly to protect the twins' delicate ears, the guys came backstage, and you stood up slowly to go hug Rob. As you were walking over to him, a guitar tech looked at you, and said, "Looks like someone needs to lay off the sweets." That did it. You rushed over to Rob, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest as you cried loudly. Rob caressed your cheek, looking at you, and said, "What's the matter, love?" You looked up at him, and said, "One of the guitar techs literally just called me fat! I'm not fat, am I, Rob? Guys?" James, Kirk and Lars shook their heads, all saying, "No." Rob kissed your forehead, wiping your tears away, and said, "Love, you're not fat. You're pregnant, and I'm so happy that we're starting a family together. I honestly wouldn't have it any other way." When he said this, he hugged you again, rocking you lightly from side to side, and you guys stayed like that until you were better.