It's Not Cool | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 39

I'm sorry for this terrible chapter...
Next one will be a lot better though!

Kevin's P.O.V.
I walk through the door of the house I share with Danielle. Just as I close the door she walks into the hallway and greets me with a kiss. "What are you doing here?" She asks me surprised.

I raise one of my eyebrows in confusion. "You're not happy to see me?" I ask her. She smiles. "Of course I am happy to see you." I cut her off. "Then I don't see a problem."

"Yes. We do have a problem. Your family needs you and you need them." She says. "I hate it when you're right." Which she is always.

I rest my hand on her ever growing stomach. "You're right. I need them and they need me. But I have a wife who I love, who I married and who is carrying my first-born child who I will give the world." I tell her.

She smiles and I take the opportunity to steal another kiss. What have I missed her these past few weeks. I know we both visited each other quite often, but now I walked through that door to stay a little longer than a single night.

Her pregnancy is halfway through. If everything goes as planned, she'll give birth to our child in about four months.

Danielle sets us some tea and we move ourselves onto the couch in the living room.

"Even though I love you and I know you love me and our child, if you need to go back to be with your family, you should go. You know my parents and siblings don't mind staying over to help me get ready. They know what's going on with your family and they're all really sorry for what's happening. The only reason they haven't reached out to you, is that they want you to have your privacy and time to be there for your family." I nod.

"I'll make sure to thank them for everything they do for us. Even if my family needs me, I still have this family. I don't want to have regrets. It's not easy, picking sides I mean." I tell her.

"But you're not picking sides." She says. "But I don't want to regret not being there for you more through your pregnancy." I explain.

"Our pregnancy." She corrects me. "It doesn't feel like our pregnancy to me right now." I answer sadly. I look down to my lap and fumble around with my fingers.

Danielle moves closer to me and wraps her hands around my waist for how far is possible with the stomach in between us.

"I have to admit that I missed this." Danielle says after a while.

"I know. Me too. But I'd been able to replace you with any of my brothers, even though Nick protested nine out of ten times." I tell her.

"At least he let you hug him at least once every ten times you tried." Danielle laughs.

"Those were the times where he'd broken down completely and through sadness wasn't thinking straight, or when he asked for them himself." I recount a few our hugs.

"How are they?" She asks me. I give her a sad smile. "Do you want the whole story?"

She rests her hands on her stomach. "I've got about four months." I laugh at her response and start telling her how my brothers and parents have been doing these past few weeks. She nods a few times during my storytelling in understanding or either agreement or either something else. She's listening very intently, going up in the story about the rest of my family members and getting more worried about each of them by the second.

"Oh wow. That's bad, isn't it?" She asks me after I've explained everything.

"It is. All this territory is so new to me. I literally blank my mind and fight my way through all this. I try to help each of them, but it's impossible. Frankie is really strong. He's been a great help, but he numbs everything by giving up on Pippa. Screaming at us that she's dead when he's angry. It doesn't help Joe. Joe is all over the place. Sometimes he is happy. Sometimes he is sad. Sometimes he shows no emotions at all. He goes out a lot, probably to escape from home or to find distraction. I can't read Nick. He has always been the hardest to read. It's clear that he's going through a lot, thinking about a lot of stuff. It's obvious that he's not doing well. He's been living like a mummy on the couch for about four and a half weeks. Pippa ran away a little over six weeks ago. Dad hides himself in his office a lot. If he does come out, he's a great help with keeping our family together and mom is mom. She's upset, scared, worried and trying to be her bubbly self to not freak us out even more. It's horrible. It's like walking on eggshells around each of them."

She nods understandingly. I probably left her speechless. It hurts her too to hear about us all feeling the amount of pain we are.

"You can stay with me, but if you ever need to go see them and I don't care if they call you in the middle of the night. I need you to promise me you'll go if they call." Danielle says.

I nod in response. I'll go, because I don't want to get home later then needed to find one of my family members gone. It'll be my fault, because I would be too late.

"They don't need a hero, Kevin. They just need their brother." Danielle says. I can hear the worry in her voice. She probably thinks I'm stressing myself out too much about the whole situation, but she can't have stress. It's not good for her or the baby.

I nod my head. "I know. Thank you." I thank her. She leans into my hug and we enjoy each other's company afraid a call will come soon to beg me to come back.