Crazy Nights: A Y/N x Gene Simmons Story

Aftermath

It had been only five weeks after the Kiss show I had gone to, and I was still in shock about what all had happened. Not only had I gotten to see Gene perform from the front row, but I got called back to the backstage after the show to meet him. And not only did I get called backstage to meet him, but I got to sleep with him and have sex with him. 

But it might not have been as completely perfect as I had thought it was, because I had been feeling really weird a few weeks later, almost feeling sick in a way.

I woke up suddenly in the morning, diving out of my bed and bolting to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. My shoulders shook, my chest heaving as I emptied my stomach into the toilet. My knuckles went white as I gripped the edge of the toilet seat, sitting back on my heels, gasping. 

Pulling a face, I flushed the toilet, rising to my feet and washing the gross taste out of my mouth. "Gross. Man, what's wrong with me?" I said to my reflection, before shaking my head and walking back to my bedroom. Frowning, I looked at my reflection in the floor length mirror in my room, running a hand along my stomach. It was weirdly bloated, which didn't make sense because I hadn't been eating any bad foods lately. And it wasn't just my stomach that felt a bit bigger, even my breasts felt bigger, almost like swollen or something.

I stifled a yawn. I had been so sleepy lately too, despite getting a lot of sleep. Frowning, I walked over to my desk, flipping open my laptop and googling my symptoms, feeling my eyes widen as I stared at the results.

Pregnant? There was no way. It was just a coincidence, there was no way I was feeling like this because I was pregnant, it had to be a coincidence. Right? 

Heart starting to pound, I rose to my feet, shutting my laptop and grabbing my car keys. Trying not to think too much about it, I drove to the nearest pharmacy. I walked up and down the aisles until I found the home pregnancy kits. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a box off of the shelf, walking to the self checkout. There was no way I was going to deal with all the questions from the cashier about why I was buying a test.

Once I had made the purchase, I practically ran back to my car, speeding home. I was so anxious I felt like I was going to throw up again as I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and quickly taking the test. After washing my hands, I sat on the floor and waited.

I stared at the test, feeling my stomach churning as I waited for it to develop. There was a pause before one line slowly appeared and I breathed a sigh of relief, about to relax, before a second line appeared too and my heart sank to my feet. 

"Oh no. I'm pregnant," I whispered. "But how?! How could I be pregnant?! I haven't had sex in..."

Trailing off, I slowly connected the dots. I had in fact slept with someone recently. I slept with Gene Simmons, the bassist of the rock band KISS. And since he was the only person I had had sex with in several months, it meant he had to be the father.

"I thought we...I thought we used protection! I thought he used a condom! But guess I can't...I can't remember for sure," I said slowly, before covering my mouth with my hand. "Oh no. What am I going to do?" 

Blinking back tears, I stumbled out of the bathroom, walking down the hall to my roommate's bedroom door and knocking. She pulled open the door, yawning, before giving me a smile. "Hey Y/N, what's up?" she asked.

I took a deep breath, trembling. "Harley I'm pregnant," I blurted out. 

Her eyes immediately got as big as saucers and she stared at me in shock before covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh Y/N...well, it'll be okay! We'll just get the father involved, he can help while you're pregnant and then help with the baby once it's born!" she said, putting on a smile. "Who's the father?"

Gulping, I looked at my feet. "Um...it's Gene Simmons," I mumbled. 

"WHAT?!" she shrieked.