Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg)

Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg):
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(Two days later)

Zacky and Ziah walked down the beach, his arm around her shoulders as his two dogs frolicked a few feet in front of them.

"So, how's your face, bro?" Ziah asked, slipping her arm around Zacky's waist.

"It's fine."

"Are you sure? Those scratches look like they hurt."

"They sting a little bit. But you hit me harder when you were two," Zacky grinned, kissing the side of her head.

"Well, you did teach me how to punch," Ziah said proudly.

"I had to. I wanted to make sure you could in case I wasn't around to do it for you."

"That, I do know. But I still wanna kick Gena's ass."

"Sissy, she slapped me and she didn't hurt me."

"The slap may not have hurt, but that abominable hosebeast used you as her own personal ATM and put you down on a constant basis. She needs a beatdown...she deserves a beatdown. Can I give it to her? Pretty please?"

"Ziah..."

"Please, please, please? Can I, can I, can I? Huh, huh, huh?" Ziah asked excitedly.

Zacky laughed and squeezed Ziah tightly to his side. "You are such an annoying little brat."

"Yeah, well, you love this annoying little brat," Ziah stuck her tongue out.

"That I do, Sissy. That I do."

"You can find someone that loves you just the way that you are, Zee, and not for how much money you have or for your celebrity for being Avenged Sevenfold. A nice girl that I won't have to beatdown or restrain myself from beating down."

Zacky bit down on his bottom lip and worried one of his piercings. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath and then sighed. "Ziah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Ziah glanced up at Zacky and arched her eyebrow. "What's wrong, Zacky?" she asked, extremely concerned.

"C'mon, let's sit down. I have a feeling that you're gonna need it. I know I will."

Ziah nodded her head and she and Zacky came to a stop, sitting down on the sand beside each other. He pulled his arm from around her shoulders, pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his shins and rested his chin on his knees.

"What's goin' on, Zacky? You have me worried."

"You don't need to worry about me, Ziah."

"That's like telling me I don't need air to breathe."

"Yeah, I know, and vice versa, sissy."

"Lemme know what's goin' on, bobo. Pwetty pwease?" Ziah sniffed, jutting her pierced bottom lip out into the famous Baker pout.

"All right, don't do the pout. I'm gonna tell ya."

"The pout always gets me what I want," Ziah grinned.

"Yes, I know that," Zacky sighed, rolling his eyes.

"You have the same pout, ya know. Where do you think I learned it from? I just perfected it and added my own twist to it."

"True. Very true."

"So...spill."

Zacky took a deep breath to steady himself and then exhaled in a shaky sigh. "All right, but promise me that you won't hate me when I do tell ya."

"You have my word," Ziah replied, holding her right hand up in oath.

"Okay. Well...I'm...uhhhmmm...Well...I-I-I'm...I'm...b-b..."

"You're b-b what?!?!" Ziah asked, totally confused.

"I'm bisexual," Zacky spit out quickly, screwing his eyes shut and bracing himself for his sister to go off on him.

Ziah rested her hands gently on Zacky's face and slowly turned his face to her. "Zacky. Zacky, c'mon, look at me...please," she said softly.

Zacky slowly opened his eyes and looked into the identical bright green of his sister's eyes. Needless to say, he was a bit taken aback by the loving smile she was giving him.

"Y-you aren't m-mad at me?"

"Why the fuck would I be? You're my brother and my best friend. I love you unconditionally. That isn't gonna change because of your sexual preference. You're still my bobo."

"Thanks, sissy," Zacky smiled brightly.

"You don't have to thank me, Zacky. You'd do the same for me."

"You're damn right."

Ziah scooted closer to Zacky, slung an arm around his shoulders and rested the side of her head against the side of his. They both stared out at the vast sparkling blue waters of the ocean before them.

"So," Ziah started after a few moments of comfortable silence. "Do you have feelings for a guy in particular?"

"Ziah," Zacky whined, feeling his cheeks flushing.

"Oh my God, you do. You do! Tell me, tell me. You have to tell me!" Ziah said excitedly.

"It's like you and Jimmy have changed bodies or something."

Ziah arched her eyebrow. "Why would you say that?"

"Because you're acting like him when he won't let something go."

"Well, tell me and I will."

"Ziah, I can't tell you."

"Why?" Ziah pouted.

"Because," Zacky answered.

"Because isn't a good enough answer. Tell me or I swear, I'll pout."

"All right, all right, fine. I'll tell ya."

"Yes!" Ziah cheered, raising her arms up in the air victoriously.

"You have to swear that you won't tell anybody, that you'll take it to your grave."

"I promise. Now, spill." Ziah nudged Zacky, knocking him a little.

"Hey! Enough with the brother abuse already."

"Sorry. I'll behave now."

Zacky snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sure you will."

"I will," Ziah whined.

"Okay. This isn't easy for me to say, but it's..."

"It's...WHO?!?!" Ziah asked, a little anxious.

Zacky sighed sadly. "It's someone that will never be interested in being with me...EVER."

Ziah furrowed her brows in confusion. She had no idea what guy would make her brother seem so down on himself. "He, whomever he is, would be extremely lucky to have you. No lie."

"Ziah..."

"C'mon, Zee, you're a real catch and do not argue with me about that. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Good. So, tell me who the man is that captured my brother's heart."

"Brian," Zacky whispered, hoping that Ziah wouldn't make a big deal about it, but he knew better.

Ziah's eyes widened in surprise. "Brian Brian?!?!"

"Yes," Zacky sighed. "Brian Brian."

"That's really..."

"STUPID? I know," Zacky groaned.

"Really GREAT," Ziah nodded her head, her smile getting bigger and brighter by the second.