I know Magcons not over but it won't be the same so why even keep it going..
Some people are saying Bart wanted more money and some are saying the boys did. I mean Bart's who got then more known.. So I'm just alittle confused. But it's whatever.
No matter what there doing,
I'll never stop supporting the boys.
Ever .
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~Jess's POV~
"What the fuck." I whisper to myself as I stand up from the corner I was laying in.
"What the fuck!" I yell out much louder then I wanted.
Footsteps run towards my room.
Of course.
I'm still crying so I must look like a mess. Hopefully it's no one that will care.
"What's wrong?" Aaron races over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I grip onto him as if when I let go he'll disappear. To be honest I don't even know what to tell him.
"Th-the results." I say between breathes.
"I don't understand. N-Nash?" I wipe my eyes and look at his face.
His mouth could probably touch the floor.
"You had sex with Nash?" He talks quiet and sits me onto the bed.
"N-no? That's the thing I'm con.." I cut myself off.
Wait.
I start to remember.
{FLASHBACK}
"Nash what are you doing?" I whine pulling him onto the bed.
"I'm trying to change into pajama pants but the damn button isnt working."
I giggle.
"Let me help." My fingers fiddle with the button that's keeping his monster from me.
Finally it pops open.
I start cracking up.
"What's the issue." He throws a pillow at my stomach and laughs.
The room twirls.
I yank down his pants, which signals he can put his other ones on.
But he doesn't.
"Well if you won't tell me I won't put pants on." His raspy voice sends butterflies wild in my stomach.
I shrug my shoulders and lay back.
The room spins once again.
My legs are laying open and my arms above my head.
I hadn't even realized I wasn't wearing pants. And Nash wasn't wearing a shirt.
Just his abs and bright green boxers.
He starts walking over to the bed again.
I just lay there.
Before I can move Nash is laying between my legs.
I let out a gasp from all the pressure he's putting on me.
"I think you drank alittle too much Jess." He traces a line down my arm.
I see two of him for a moment and then bite my lip.
"Oops." I start laughing again. This time for no reason.
He starts moving lower and lower. Until his heads between my legs.
I try concentrating but I'm loosing focus.
"W-what are you d-doing, Nash." I slur, ruffling his hair.
He grins.
"Don't worry babe. Just keep your legs open. I'll do the rest."
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{FLASHBACK ENDS}
I shutter.
"Helloooo. Earth to Jess" Aaron waves his hand Infront of my face.
"S-sorry." I focus again.
My fingers roam around my thighs nervously. What am I supposed to say..
To Aaron.
To Nash!
For god sake, anybody!
"I couldn't remember. It was a night I drank too much. I'm guessing he did too..." My tears fall into his shoulder as he rubs my back.
"It'll all be okay. They'll understand." As soon as he says that Nash stumbles In on his crutches.
Aaron let's go of me and walks towards the door. Before leaving he turns around and nods his head. As if saying to tell him.
Which I do.
"Jess what's wrong?" Nash hops over on his good leg.
I sniffle back my tears and turn to him when he sits.
"Well.. I.. Um.. I got the results back." That's the first thing I tell him.
He smiles and nods his head.
"That's great.. So who's gonna be a grown man in 9 months." He exaggerates on the 'grown man' part.
Like he thought it would suck.
My heart kind of breaks.
"Yeah um nevermind." I wipe a tear and turn from him. Hoping he doesn't see.
"No stop. What's going on?" He tries turning my shoulder, but I don't budge.
"Jess." He tries again.
"Would being a parent really be so bad?" Finally I whip around. But standing up this time.
He looks taken back. Like he wasn't expecting that at all.
"Well it's just a lot at this age.." He begins.
Another tear escapes my eye.
"I mean no. It would be great having a kid of your own! It just wouldn't be easy."
He stands up on his one leg, towering at least 5 inches over me.
"Why are you getting so angry at me?" He asks touching my arm.
I take a deep breath and look at the floor for a moment. Tears still streaming down my face.
"Jess.. Helloooo. Why are you mad at me for saying that? I'm sorry if it was rude but.." I cut him off.
"You wanna know why Nash? Do you want to know why that fucking hurt my feelings!?" I start screaming.
"Because Nash. Because I want my kid to have a good fucking dad, alright? And if your thinking like that he's not gonna have one!" It felt good to get it all out.
Nash sits down. Eyes wide open.
"I-I'm.." He points to my stomach.
'Noo your not the father! I just said that because i can' I think to myself making sure it's not said out loud.
"Yes your going to be a 'grown man' in nine months."
I say sitting next to him.
A tear rolls down his cheek.
"I'm so sorry. I was just saying that for the other boys. This-this is my child. And-and I'm going to love them like no one else can. Jess I p-promise." He hold my stomach.
I decide to forgive what he said before. I think he really will be a great father.
So I let him hold me for a few minutes.
Out of no where he speaks.
"Just promise we won't name him after me?" We both laugh.
"Fine. I guess no Hamilton jr." I look down at my tummy.
I can't believe something's alive in there. It's amazing.
I stand up pulling Nash with me.
Him on his crutches and me slowly walking next to him we make it downstairs just in time for dinner.
I'm not looking forward to the others reactions.
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Sorry that it's short and not the best.
I have better stuff coming don't worry.