Over Again (Sequel to Fall)

Chapter 43 'Dada'

"We miss you so much, but we're doing okay! I feel great, but I have a feeling it won't last," I chuckled.

"You look gorgeous, babe," he mumbled, looking me in my eyes.

"You look pretty good yourself," I smirked.

"Alright, you guys make me want to puke! We've gotta get this meet and greet started, so let's get this show on the road," Keaton said sarcastically. We connected our lips and pulled away.

"I'll get you a chair, and you can sit over there. I know it'll be boring, but you can watch. Or you can head over to the concert area," he suggested.

"I'll find a chair! Just do your thing. I might just head over incase Michael wants to interrupt," I told him. We said goodbye and wished them all good luck since we probably wouldn't see them until after the show. I carried Michael on my hip away from his dad, and he was screaming and crying. I felt horrible, but he couldn't get in Wesley's way while he was meeting fans.

"Michael, listen, do you want to see Dad?" He nodded with tears in his eyes. "Then you need to stop crying, or we will go home right now. Dad is working. He will be done in a little bit. Don't you want to watch him sing?" Michael calmed down after the threat. We found my parents in the general admission area in a seat on the balcony area. I walked over and sat by them, not wanting to deal with the girls in the crowd. Some recognized me and wanted pictures, others scoffed, and it didn't go unnoticed. It didn't bother me much though. I was the one that was pregnant with Wesley's babies. As we waited, Michael fell asleep on my shoulder. When the boys finally came on stage, I gently woke him.

"Look! There's Daddy, Michael," I whispered in his ear. Michael was ecstatic. He wanted to go on stage with him, he said. They put on the best show ever. I could listen to Wesley sing a thousand times over again, and it would still sound so angelic and beautiful to me. I never get tired of it. When they finished and people were leaving, my parents, Michael, and I made our way backstage to greet Wes.

"You sang amazing, guys! You put on a fantastic show, really," I told them all as we met them in their dressing room. My parents told them they all did a great job. Wesley was having fun bonding with Michael, so I decided to pick up a conversation with Keaton.

"How has tour been so far?"

"It's been great. I see Michael is really growing. I go away one month and he's already talking like a grown up," he grinned.

"I wouldn't go that far! He is growing up isn't he? And we've got two on the way? How is it possible?"

"I don't know, Saige, I really don't. How do you do two babies? Won't that, like, super hurt?"

"Couldn't tell you, I've never had to babies before," I joked. He rolled his eyes and laughed with me. "Hey, babe, we're staying in a hotel near here for the night. We should probably get back soon. Michael's going to start getting grumpy," I reminded Wesley. I don't think he realized what time it was. Michael was too focused on his dad to notice he was tired. I'm glad they have such a great bond.

"You should've told me! We're staying in one too! I can go to yours. If you want, of course," he chuckled.

"Michael, what do you say? Should we let Dada come sleep with us?"

"Dada Sleep!" He shouted. He hugged onto Wesley's leg and wouldn't let go. We took that as a yes. We went back to the hotel after Wesley grabbed some stuff from their bus. My parents went to sleep in their room while Wesley, Michael, and I went to our room.

"Wesley! This might be a crazy subject, but we might not get the chance to talk about it again before the babies come. What should we name them?" I asked when we were all laying in the bed.

"That's a great question," he let out a sighed chuckle.

"Well, I was thinking since we have Michael, what about we have something with Keaton, like Avery Keaton?"

"I really like that name," he smiled. "For our boy?"

"I'm not sure yet, any ideas in your head?"

"I don't know how about Liam?"

"I love that name. Liam Blake?"

"It sounds perfect. Are you excited for Mommy's babies to come out, Michael?"

"Baby?" Michael stated, clearly confused.

"Yeah, two babies! You get to be a big brother!"

"Yay!" He exclaimed even thought I don't think he fully understood. I giggled at Wesley and him and how goofy they were with each other.

"Alright, Mommy says it's bedtime! Let's shut the light off," I announced, turning to get up to shut it off.

"No, I'll get it! Stay in bed," Wesley insisted. I rolled back over towards him and mouthed a thank you. When he turned it off, he got in bed and pulled my face towards his. He passionately kissed me and smiled when he pulled away.

"I'm so glad you're here. I miss you so incredibly much," he admitted.

"Me too," I sighed.

"I can't believe I have to be gone for this part of your pregnancy. It's got to be so hard on you. I promise I'll make up for it as soon as I get home."

"It's okay, we're managing. My parents are going to stay for awhile incase anything were to happen. I'm more worried about Mariana," I chuckled.

"Yeah, poor her. She doesn't know what she's in for," he laughed. "Just kidding, our children are going to be perfect." We kissed each other goodnight again, and Michael wanted his goodnight kisses as well. We tucked him in between us and tried to snooze.

"Wesley?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" He whispered back.

"I can't sleep knowing I'm with you right now."

"Me either." We got up and went to sit on the balcony together. We talked and talked all night. About everything. It was the best therapeutic remedy I've had in a long time. We were laughing, I cried a couple times, but also just sitting in his presence made me feel complete.

"I can't believe I have to wait a whole two months more to see you again," he sighed.

"What if the babies come? While you're not here? What am I going to do without you?"

"I swear, Saige, if there's any sign of those babies coming, I will be there in a heartbeat. That's one thing I will not let you go through alone."

"You're the best husband ever, you know that?"

"It's only because I've got the best wife in the whole world. Aren't you, Mrs. Stromberg?" I needed tonight so bad, and I didn't even realize it. We looked at our phones, and they read three o'clock in the morning. It didn't even feel like it, and we were having such a good time that we weren't even tired anymore.