8 months later
"so, it will be Joey?" I ask, and she nods. "Joey. I like it." she says, and I nod. "I do too. I can't believe in a month I'm going to be a dad. im going to have my own son. I can teach him to play guitar, drums, piano, whatever he wants. I love you so much Adie." I say, and peck her cheek. she smiles. "are you guys done picking the name because I'm sick of waiting." Tre says, and runs in. "get Mike first." I say, and he pours. "now I have to wait even more. MIKEY!!!!!!" soon Mike was downstairs, giving Tre the death stare for calling him Mikey. "say hello to Joey." Adrienne says, standing up. "nice name. what instrument?" Mike asks, rubbing Adies stomach. "anything he wants." I reply and Tre smiles. "hey dude, your going to play drums." Tre whispers in Adriennes stomach. I smile, and Adrienne looks over at me, smiling.
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"Billie!!! Billie!!!!!!! BILLIE GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!" Adrienne screams, andi smile. Joeys coming. I drive her to the hospital, smiling the whole time. I squeeze her hand, and she smiles weakly, before letting a groan of pain out. once we arrived and Adrienne was getting sent to a room, I followed behind and called Mike, told him, and hung up. "please bring or call Tre." I mutter, and catch up to Adrienne. she squeezes my hand as tightly as possible, and it felt like my bones were getting pushed together. "push. just push sweetie, your doing a good job." the doctor says. "I AM FUCKING PUSHING CAN'T YOU TELL?!!!!!!??!?!?!?" Adrienne screams, and I hold laughter in. we heard banging on the door then. "let me in I want to see the fucking baby!!!!!" k hear, and start to laugh hysterically. "that was Tre all right." I say, and Adrienne smiles, and pushes again. "sir we will have escort you off the property-" "no he is my....my mentally retarded kid. im sorry." I hear Mike says, and Tre screams. I look at Adrienne, who is pushing all she can, and trying to hold the laughter in. after two long minutes, Joey was finally born. the doctors rushed out with Joey, and Tre ran in. "what the Fuck was that thing that the doctors were holding?" he says, looking terrified. "that was Joey." I say calmly, and Tre's eyes widen. "he was all bloody and disgusting!" he says, and Adrienne sighs, and lays back. "sorry, Brittany had a problem. Tre get the Fuck out. Adie wants privacy right now my God. I grab Mike's hand. "did they give him the anesthetic yet?" I say, and suddenly Tre collapses. "yup." Mike says, popping the p. Mike helped Brittany carry him into the hall, and Mike came back in with me. he was my best friend, we had done everything together. I was going to give that up now. there was only one chair, so I let Mike sit there and I sat on the bed, watching Adrienne intently. "Mr.Armstrong?" I hear, andi look up. "say hello to baby Joey." the nurse says softly, and hand me the baby. tears fill my eyes. "im a father. im a father Mike." I say softly, looking at Joey. "yes, yes you are Billie Joe."
