John didn't know how to reply or what to say, he actually hoped Christine would wake up soon and answer how she wanted because he was worried of ruining their relationship by telling Mick the truth even though he knew he was terrible at lying, especially to his best friend "Well did you wear a rubber when you stuck your tusk in her?" John replied, trying his best to stall and also feel a surge of annoyance that Mick hadn't bothered to be careful with Christine, since she was now the one paying the price and John was worried about the toll the pregnancy was already taking on her mental and psychical health.
Mick knew from John's reply that either Christine didn't know if he or John was the father of the baby or that it was his most definitely"I don't remember, her and I were higher than the fucking clouds that night!" Mick sighed "Do you know how bad I still feel about it, its one of the reasons I got clean too, I don't even experiment with drugs anymore, just a joint and some coke now and then, that was a big wake up call!"
"Well its clear you don't even know about being careful since you have Amy and Lucy with Jenny, Stevie knocked up now too and potentially Chris!" John exclaimed in an annoyed whisper, shrugging, still judgy of Mick's supposedly 'cleaner' lifestyle.
Suddenly Christine squirmed and Mick and John both looked at eachother as the blonde flickered her eyes open, her blue orbs quickly widened when she saw Mick stood in front of her "What are you doing in here?" She glared, sitting up and adjusting her dressing gown.
"Coming to see what you and the penguin were hiding and now I know, you are knocked up and before you behead John, I found you asleep with the picture, is it mine?" Mick blurted out fast.
"What?" Christine asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as she was still half asleep and Mick seemed to be talking at rocket speed.
"I know about the baby, I know you are pregnant and I bet its mine isn't it?" Mick exclaimed still trying to keep quiet as he remembered Stevie was asleep up the hall.
Christine gulped and tried best to keep an expressionless face, side glancing angrily at John, Mick instantly saw and took that as even more of a sign he was right "What gave you that illusion?" Christine asked, removing her hand off her stomach and realising how obvious it looked.
"You with a ultrasound picture with your name and today's date on it, you both acting like weirdos all day, you looking like a mess and your hand is basically glued to your stomach, are you getting rid of it, is that why you weren't going to tell me?" Mick then asked, sitting down on the bed, trying to not sound angry, because he wasn't angry, he just worried he sounded he was.
"You want me to do, don't you, well get fucked!" Christine snapped, glaring at him and being defensive accidentally confirming it all before she had a chance to think.
John ran his hand through his hair, knowing this was going awfully.
"I never said that!" Mick exclaimed "I am here to help!" He said reaching out for her hand but she pulled her hand away, pulling back and resting against the headboard of the bed, curling up best she could.
"Help, how, there is nothing to help with!" Christine stated defensively.
"Bit late Chris, I know you are knocked up and you basically just admitted it and the fact that's its mine from that night of craziness that we don't remember!" Mick replied "You don't need to lie about it, we all knew this could happen, how are you and the baby?" Mick then asked, sitting down beside her and trying to rest his hand on hers.
She pulled her hand away though and began to adjust her dressing gown, even though Mick's usual sweet and caring nature was already softening her anger and stress she then looked at him unsure what to say or do, the situation was so complicated and she then looked at John, unsure what to do or say and she glanced at each of them again "Are you pair going to hate eachother over this if there is a baby, will it break the chain?" Christine asked nervously, wrapping her hands around her knees as she huddled up, not knowing how anything was going to work out "You both hate me?"
"No, how could either of us hate you, it was an accident, no one is angry, are you angry John?" Mick said, glancing at his best friend.
John shrugged " I wanna be, you did fuck my wife and now she is scared and upset but I know how accidents can happen though, drugs cloud judgement and blur lines and us three have stuck it out since the beginning how can we let another drug fuelled night be the one to actually fuck up all the love we have for eachother?" John explained and Mick smiled at him.
"I am sorry about fucking Chris, you know Lindsey gave us some heavy shit and neither Chris or I recall it, all we did was drink, take the stuff and vent about how we loved people we couldn't be with, Chris about you and me about Stevie, even though I didn't say it was Stevie at the time!" Mick stated.
"We know this, its done with, it doesn't matter now, drugs, alcohol, careless sex, its just our lives!" John laughed and Mick nodded then looking at Christine, wanting to help her feel better, he felt so bad.
"Chris, you angry?" He asked.
Christine shrugged "I don't know, I'm confused and you will all hate me because of it all, because I'm the woman and women always get the hard end of the deal!" She sighed.
"We love you and we will love the baby too, now are you going to tell me if its mine because I am pretty sure it is and I really want to help out when I can if you will both let me because I love both of you so much!" Mick smiled.
