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Chapter 28 Coffee Table

Lennon's pov

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Aaron always wears protection. How the fuck did I get pregnant? I mean, he did wear protection, didn't he? I mean, this is his... Baby. I haven't slept with anyone else other than him no matter how much I've thought about it. I know Andy wants to but, I can't. Not yet.

I pocket the stick, wash up and head back to the rehearsal space. Jason has cozied up to the guys and they're talking about the arrangements for the songs. I walk up to a group of chorus girls and ask them to help me go over some choreography, keeping an eye on the boys as I practice. If Andy finds out he'll freak. He's so god damn protective and I'll about die if he makes a big deal out of this. Not that it's not a big deal in any way.

The rehearsal runs for about three hours in which I have to kiss Andy a total of twelve times. Yes, I counted. Ashley and CC had mini heart attacks every time the two of us had to lock lips and the last time Andy grabbed me, dipped me down to the floor and kissed me like some kind old fashioned Casanova kissing me passionately, that is, until he looses his balance and falls on top of me.

"What the fuck!" I gasp, pulling myself quickly out from under him and clutching my stomach, petrified of the damage done to my unborn fetus.

"I thought it would be romantic," he gasps, grinning at me and then becoming worried. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I answer, looking to make sure I wasn't bleeding, a tell tale sign of miscarriage. "I'm fine. Just surprised is all." I quickly stand.

*~*~*~*

We go out for drinks later that night. The guys are extremely outgoing and so good to be around again. They're as close to home as I've gotten in a long time and I really missed them. Jake and Jinxx are like older brothers to me. CC like a little brother. Ash like a really sexy, wants to be more than a friend, friend. And Andy is just, well, Andy.

I don't drink while we're out. I'm so nervous about this whole baby thing that the only thing I drink is tiny sips of water. Ashley keeps trying to buy me drinks but I continue to politely refuse. I tell them I'll act as their designated driver even though we all know that we'll be catching a cab home.

"Lenny come dance with me!" Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. It's a good song and I automatically start swaying to the beat. Ash bobs along sporadically and soon the rest of the band are dancing with us. They aren't very coordinated dancers but they are extremely happy. Andy's hands end up wound around my waist from behind and we sway together. It's nice.

As the night continues, the boys get increasingly drunker. They're happy and drunk and very, very clingy. CC keeps trying to jump into my arms and Jake has turned my shoulder into his personal resting place. Ash has slowly but surely been groping my ass and chest most of the night and Jinxx and Andy are taking turns drinking at the bar and lounging with their heads in my lap. I swear, if I'm not dating one, I'm mothering them all.

"Alrighty boys," I say, carefully removing Jinxx's head from my leg. "Lets get you all home."

"But why?" Ash whines, grabbing a handful of my left boob in the process.

I stand up, grab him by the ear and yank his head down to my level, "Because I said so," I let go of his ear and usher all the guys outside.

"Alright, who's being dropped off first?" I ask, looking at the five of them.

"Let's all just go to Andy's," CC slurs slightly. "He has beer."

"Sure," Andy yawns. "Lets just have a big band sleepover."

"Awesome," I say, relieved. "Only two stops then. I'll make sure you guys get home safe and then I'll head home."

"You can't go home!" Jake says. "You're an honorary Black Veil Brides member and are sleeping over."