Mick smiled as he made his way back to the hotel and trundled up the hall, he instantly heard what was unmistakably Christine yelling from John's room, he was glad to know she was out of hospital already, so he used his spare key and let himself into John's room "Hey!" He smiled and saw an angry Christine sat on the lounge scowling whilst John looked stressed, holding a bottle of whiskey.
"Mick, will you tell this bloody woman that she cant start chugging back whiskey after just getting out of hospital?" John exclaimed.
"I can so fucking drink, my insides weren't sliced, its just my damn wrist!" Christine yelled.
"Exactly, your fucking vein or whatever it was, you still could have died, do you know how much I panicked and used a blanket and my shirt to stop the bleeding, I thought you were going to die before the ambulance arrived!" John snapped out of worry and Christine just stared at him, her expression softening as she realised how much stress she had put him through, just from an angry accident.
"I want a drink John, the hospital treated me like a suicide risk, it was awful!" She frowned.
"I know but we convinced them in the end that is was a drunken mistake, your being Christine McVie and the amount of alcohol they found in your system helped them realise it, plus you swearing your head off!" John smiled and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her "Have a glass of wine with dinner ok babe, surely you don't wanna risk going back to the hospital?"
"Fine!" She basically hissed through gritted teeth, still glancing at the whiskey bottle and she stole John's cigarette, taking a large puff of it, then she looked up at Mick while John smiled at her "How is the girl, is she ok?"
"She was actually really happy to see me, she can have visitors now and phone calls, I get to see the baby too on her next scan, she is going to let me be a part of it and her life, I am taking her out to dinner when she is released from there!" Mick grinned.
"That's wonderful!" John smiled.
"Well don't go stick your dick in anyone else this time!" Christine remarked rolling her eyes at Mick.
"You weren't just anyone and it will never happen again!" Mick replied "Maybe John should keep you on a leash, then he stop you from smashing glasses and taking Lindsey's drugs!" Mick chuckled and Christine gave him the finger.
"Maybe I could choke with the leash that Stevie should put you on, I don't know how you will suddenly become a family man, you are a wild beast, I doubt poor little pregnant Stevie can tame you!"
"If Stevie really is a witch she might, maybe she will call on Rhiannon!" John laughed "Mick, you will have your own black magic woman!"
"I really do love her, I will do anything for her and the baby, that's why here and I are taking it slow, I don't want her pressured, I want her healthy and pampered!" Mick smiled "Her and I both put our cards on the table this time instead of being too shy!"
"I am happy for you!" John smiled genuinely.
"I will be happy if you make Stevie happy, the poor girl has been through enough, we just all want to hope that I'm not knocked up too, or it will be a fucking disaster and I will castrate you!" Christine glared and Mick gulped.
"Well I guess we better all hope you aren't, I like having my tusk quite a lot!" Mick stated.
"When will you know babe?" John asked, trying to keep his cool over the whole situation. He hadn't been as mad as she thought he would be though, him and Christine had been split up and he knew Mick and Christine clearly regretted and didn't remember the one night stand.
"I don't want to talk or think about it!" She frowned.
"Well we need to know, you already told me you thought you were preggers!" Mick added.
"In about two weeks I should know I guess, my periods are weird, so who the fuck knows, I need to lay down anyway, I feel a little lightheaded!" She sighed.
"Are you ok?" Both men exclaimed worried as she stood up slowly and they rushed to her aid.
"I lost a lot of blood the doctor said, that's why I feel a little shaky, I will eat something and try to rest, I just am stressed ok, I don't want to have a baby Fleetwood but I cant get rid of it either!" She exclaimed, recalling how tortured Stevie still was about her past abortion.
"Don't think, just come and rest!" John soothed and wrapped his arm around her leading her off to the bedroom and she let him.
Mick just stood there feeling deflated again, he couldn't believe within the space of two months, he had possibly gotten both if his female bandmates pregnant, one had just nearly accidentally killed herself from anger at him and the other was suffering in rehab. He felt like such an asshole, he worried if he really was a bad person. He pulled the baggie of cocaine from his vest pocket and looked at the white dust, his usual go too when he was stressed, his pick me up to feel less sad or wrong, but then he thought of the ultrasound picture and the little baby Stevie was carrying, the smile she had when they had talked, so he got up and threw the cocaine into the trash can, he wanted to change and this was his chance, if Stevie could do it, so could he. He wanted to be a better man and a good father to his baby, maybe his two babies that were on the way.
