Rescue Me (Jimohnny Mpreg) ~ Chapter 6

Rescue Me (Jimohnny Mpreg) ~ Chapter 6:
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Hours later.......


Johnny hummed as he rubbed a towel over his flattened, dripping wet mohawk. The first show as bassist for Avenged Sevenfold had gone extremely well...for the most part. He was exhausted but in a totally good way. However, the whole night had been extremely weird for Ziah not to be there, running around and making sure last minute things were being properly taken care of immediately. Not only that but her absence seemed to put Brian into a gloomy trance of sorts, not his usual energetic self. Instead, he'd just gone through the motions when he played. When he was off stage, he was quiet, depressed and stayed to himself. If that was the way that he was just hours after the whole fight/break up with Ziah, then Johnny knew Brian would be a complete fucking mess of epic proportions for the forseeable future. So Johnny was going to take it upon himself to make Brian see the light, so to speak. It would most definitely be a challenge, but he was dead set on making it happen because he loved both Ziah and Brian and only wanted the best for them, and the best for them was to be back together, as a family with the baby they had on the way.

"Hey, Jay, you were great out there tonight, baby," Jimmy said as he walked into the room, instantly pulling his boyfriend to his chest, leaning down and kissing him.

Johnny looked down at his feet and blushed. "Thanks, Jimmy. I was a bit nervous, though."

Jimmy nodded his head. "No problem. Your nerves didn't interfere in any way with your performance. I just wish that my sister was there. It's so weird not having her right there, rockin' out the hardest out of everybody," he sighed sadly, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Yeah, I know. Brian hurt Ziah really badly and...oh, shit!" Johnny gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth and ran into the bathroom. He barely wrenched the toilet seat up before he dropped to his knees and wretched.

Jimmy ran into the bathroom after Johnny and crouched down beside him, gently rubbing his hand up and down Johnny's back. "Are you all right?"

Johnny nodded his head as he breathed in and out through his nose to settle his stomach. "Mmhhmm." He waited a few moments to make sure he was done puking, then pushed himself up to his feet, flushed the toilet, letting the seat down and walked over to the sink. He cupped water into his hands, sipping it into his mouth, swished it around for a few seconds, spit out and then proceeded to wash his hands.

"Are you sure you're all right, babe?" Jimmy asked again, placing a hand to Johnny's forehead.

Johnny smirked, arched an eyebrow and pulled back, letting Jimmy's hand slide away. "Like brother like sister. Jimmy, I really appreciate the gesture, ya know, but I don't have a fever. I'm fine other than being exhausted, but that's all good."

"Okay, sorry. I get a bit...overly concerned when someone I love is sick or not feeling well."

"Yeah, that shit drives Ziah fuckin' crazy," Matt laughed, sticking his head into the bathroom. "Everybody's packed and ready to go. You two lovebirds comin' or not?" He pulled his head out, leaving Jimmy blinking in confusion.

"I..."

Matt stuck his head back in with a wicked twinkle in his eyes and a shit-eating grin across his face. "And I so didn't mean that in a sexual way."

"I didn't...we didn't...I..." Jimmy stammered.

"Sure ya didn't. I just cut you off before you could say anything. Now, let's go. Chop, chop. There's an after party in less than an hour."

Jimmy waited until Matt disappeared from the bathroom doorway for a second time and then shook his head. "Sometimes I really hate him," he grumbled.

Johnny giggled when Matt laughed, causing Jimmy to jump. He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pulled him towards the door. "C'mon, Jimmy, let's go."


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Ziah slowly trudged over to the door of her hotel room when a knock came across the thick wood. Sighing, she pushed up to her tiptoes and looked through the peephole, the person on the other side appearing as if in a fish bowl. She relaxed onto her feet, unlocked all of the locks on the heavy door and then tugged it open. The moment she locked eyes with the person, she broke down into tears yet again.

"Awwww, Ziah," Frankie cooed, pulling Ziah into a hug and kissing the top of her head.

"I don't know why Brian wouldn't b-believe me," Ziah sobbed, her voice muffled in the fabric of Frankie's jacket.

Frankie pulled back and looked down at Ziah. "Because men can't stand admitting that they're so spectacularly wrong."

"Johnny even offered to show Brian a picture of us to prove I wasn't cheating on him with you, and he didn't wanna see it. Didn't even wanna acknowledge that he could be wrong in this whole fucked up situation."

"Brian would have to admit he hurt you, which wasn't intentional, I'm sure. And which picture?"

Ziah shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, really. I didn't ask. I just got out of there as fast as I could."

"Knowing Johnny, he'd most likely show the infamous Charlie's Angels pose," Frankie said with a smirk, making a gun with thumb and index finger and holding it up in the air.

Ziah snorted and rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Frankie grabbed Ziah's hand and pulled her further into the room. "Me, neither. That's his go to picture. Now, c'mon, we've gotta get you all dolled up and ready."

"Dolled up and ready for what?" Ziah asked, totally befuddled.

Frankie rubbed the tears from Ziah's face and then kissed her cheek. "To show Brian exactly what he'll be missin' out on if he doesn't pull his head out of his ass."

"Like he really gives a shit," Ziah said softly as she subconsciously laid a hand on her still flat stomach, her voice quivering and the tears picking up in intensity.

"Trust me, Ziah, Brian gives a shit."

"How can you be so sure?"

Frankie grinned mischeviously, winking. "Because I know men."


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Brian sat at the bar, hunched over his nearly empty beer. He didn't feel like partying, didn't feel like doing much of anything but curl up into some dark, dank hole where he could be alone to wallow in his sorrow and feel totally sorry for himself.

"C'mon, Gates! Pick yourself up and dust yourself off. You and I both know that my sister will end up forgiving you for being a douchebag and take your sorry ass back," Jimmy said, slapping Brian on the back.

Brian rolled his eyes, moved away from Jimmy's hand and slammed back the rest of his drink. He was sick of being around cheery drunks and wanted to leave. Hell, he never wanted to come to the bar to begin with, but he'd been dragged along by his bandmates. He turned around on the bar stool he'd had his ass stuck to the whole time and nearly fell right off of it and alcohol intake had very little to do with it. His eyes were wide and unblinking and his mouth hung open when he saw Ziah standing just a few feet away from him, looking as breathtaking as she always did but a lot sexier and a bit more fuckable in the outfit she'd chosen to wear.

"Are those even clothes? They're spray painted onto her!" he thought to himself, scowling when Johnny reached up and wiped his chin.

"You're droolin', Brian," Johnny stated cheerfully.

Brian swatted Johnny's hand away. "Knock it off, fucker!"

Johnny rolled his eyed and waved Ziah, Frankie and a group of guys over. "Everybody knows Ziah, of course. This is Gerard, Mikey, Ray...and this is Frankie."

Brian's eyes widened even more as his heart raced up into his throat. "B-But you...you're...You're a girl!" he squeaked out.

"Uhm, yeah, the last time I checked I was," Frankie replied, glancing down at her body.

"I...I...I am so fuckin' confused," Brian groaned, covering his face with his hand.

"And you're a bit drunk, too," Matt added with a grin.

"Fuck off, I am not!" Brian growled, flipping his middle finger up at Matt, getting a deep laugh and a blown kiss for his troubles.

Frankie pulled Ziah along with her as she stormed up to Brian, stopping right in front of him and cocking her hip. "You'd better uncover your fuckin' face and fix things with your pregnant girlfriend before I kick your fuckin' ass!" she snarled, knocking Brian's arm down to move his hand from his face.

Frankie pushed Ziah to Brian, dropped her hand and with a glare in Brian's direction, walked away. Ziah stared down at the tops of the boot on her feet, her vision blurred from another onslaught of tears. She was surprised that she could even manage anymore because of all of the crying she'd been doing for hours, pretty much non-stop.

Brian took a deep breath and exhaled in a sigh as he pulled Ziah to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. He nuzzled the top of her head and squeezed her. "I am so sorry, Ziah. I know that's nowhere near enough and I don't expect you to forgive me. I'm a jealous douchebag and I know I'm not really good enough for you, but I do love you. I love you so much it hurts."

Ziah sniffled back the tears, slid her arms around Brian's abdomen and snuggled close to him. "I love you, too, Brian. I don't want anybody else. There's no one else that is better for me than you are. While what you said hurt me...really badly, I still forgive you."

Brian pulled back from his girlfriend and looked down into her eyes, brows furrowed in question. "Baby, how can you be so forgiving, so quickly? I mean, I'm not complaining. Not in the least bit, but..."

Ziah smiled, leaned up and pressed her lips to Brian's chin. "It's simple, really. I'm addicted to you."


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A couple hours later.......


Matt found himself sitting alone at a corner table, watching all the partying going on around him. He smiled as he saw Brian and Ziah cuddled up together in a darker corner across the room, caught up in each other like no one else existed in their world, one of his hands laying protectively over her abdomen. Jimmy, Johnny and Zacky were in the middle of a raucous round of pool with Gerard, Ray and Mikey, a group of scantily dressed girls hanging around. While he was happy that all of his friends were happy, Matt felt like there was something missing in his life. Well, someone, and that was a girl that he could share it with.

"Want some company?"

"Fuck!" Matt yelped, slapping a hand to his chest with a jump. His heart was racing wildly as he looked up at a smiling Frankie. "You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry about that. Do you mind if I join you?"

Matt shook his head. "No, suit yourself."

"Thanks." Frankie sat down on the chair next to Matt and rested her drink down on the table. She grinned and shook her head when she spotted Brian and Ziah still cuddled up together but now making out feverishly. "I don't know about you, but I think it's a good thing that Ziah's already pregnant."

Matt turned to look at his two friends and snorted, rolling his eyes. "They already go at it like rabbits in heat. Now, they have an excuse to intensify it all."

"I'm sure that's a pretty terrifying experience."

"You have no idea," Matt sighed, laughing when Jimmy began celebrating across the bar. "What a fucktard."

"How the fuck does Johnny put up with...with that?" Frankie asked, watching in total disbelief as the 6-foot-3 man did some jerky dance with the pool cue in his hand.

"That I do not know. Jimmy's special and he does have the habit of growing on people like a psychotic fungus."

"True," Frankie laughed, sipping at her beer. She leaned back in her chair with a sigh, fingers fidgeting at the label. "So, Matt, why aren't you over playing pool?"

Matt rubbed a hand across his face and sighed deeply. "I just like to be alone so I can think."

"Nothin' wrong with that. I do that, too. It can get pretty hectic at times being the only girl on the road with a bunch of guys."

Matt nodded his head. "Yeah, I believe that. Sometimes I can't believe Ziah hasn't killed us all in our sleep."

"Oh, trust me, I've thought about it. Many, many, many times," Ziah laughed, stopping in front of the table, hand-in-hand with Brian.

"Oh, I have, too," Frankie agreed with a huge grin and a mysterious little sparkle in her brown eyes. "In explicit detail."

"Same here, but I keep it all to myself."

"Yeah, because you don't want any of us to suspect a thing or prepare for it," Brian retorted, pulling Ziah back into his arms and yet another kiss.

Matt mimicked gagging, making Frankie giggle. "You two are so fuckin' disgusting sometimes."

Brian pulled away from Ziah and smirked down at Matt. "Don't hate, Mattie. Take a chance for once in your life and do something about your loneliness."

"What?" Matt asked, bewildered.

"Mattie," Ziah started softly. "It hurts my heart to see you so down and act all happy because you think it's what everyone else wants. What we want is for you to be happy for real."

"I'm not always pretending," Matt argued half-heartedly.

Ziah moved out of Brian's arms, walked over to Matt and leaned down, slinging her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. "I just want the best for you. You're like a brother to me and I want you to find someone that will love you as much as I love Brian because you deserve it. I love you, Matt."

Matt leaned back into Ziah and covered her hands with his own as he turned his head and kissed her cheek. "I love you, too, Ziah."

"Oh my god!" Frankie exclaimed, bursting into a body wracking giggle.

"What? What is it?" Brian asked in confusion.

"I had no idea that there was a Dirty Dancing version of the Chicken Dance!" Frankie said between giggles.

Matt, Brian and Ziah turned their attention across the bar and watched, wide-eyed and unblinking, as Jimmy danced around, grinding against a befuddled Johnny, whom was trying to squirm away from his much taller, and obviously much drunker, boyfriend.

"Just when I thought that crazy motherfucker couldn't shock me anymore," Brian mumbled, shaking his head.

"Oh, shit! No!" A visibly paler Matt groaned, covering his eyes with his hand. "That is an image I can never unsee!"

"Is he actually...stripping...on the pool table?!?!" Frankie squeaked, looking away as quickly as she could.

"Baby, that's our cue to get the fuck outta here," Brian said, grabbing Ziah's hand in his and starting to lead her away. "Catch ya later, Shads, Frankie."

Matt and Frankie echoed their goodbyes as Brian and Ziah maneuvered their way through the crowd.

Frankie cringed and swallowed hard with a grimace. "That is fuckin' nasty and totally disturbing! I saw a diner a couple blocks down the road. You interested in getting some coffee or something? Anything to get away from...well...that!"

Matt pushed himself up from his chair quickly, nodding his head. "I thought you'd never ask."