Rescue Me (Jimohnny Mpreg) ~ Chapter 7

Rescue Me (Jimohnny Mpreg) ~ Chapter 7:
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"C'mon, Jimmy, I think you've had more than enough to drink," Johnny said in exasperation, trying to get the bottle of Jack Daniels from his boyfriend's

hand, but it was pretty much a lost cause because Jimmy held it high above his own head.

"I'm not gonna give up the JD, Jay. You can't make me. I paid for the whole bottle, I'm gonna drink the whole bottle," Jimmy hiccupped before taking a sip from

the nearly empty bottle.

"Jimmy, I'm serious," Johnny grumbled, stretching up on tiptoe to try and reach the bottle once again.

Jimmy shook his head. "Mmm mmm."

Zacky reached up and grabbed the bottle from Jimmy as he walked up and handed it right to Johnny. "Here ya go, Johnny. Problem solved," he said, patting the smaller

man's back.

"Thanks, Zack."

"No problem," Zacky replied, draping one of Jimmy's arms around his shoulders. "C'mon, let's get him back to the hotel before he causes any more of a scene and is

still on his feet. If he goes down, we're shit outta luck."

"Yeah," Johnny sighed, setting the bottle on the bar, then putting an arm around Jimmy's waist and helping Zacky lead the drunk man out of the bar.


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"How's your tour been?" Frankie asked as she sipped at a cup of steaming hot coffee.

"Pretty good. It's been a little difficult at times, but that has little to do with the shows or even the travelling."

Frankie raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Matt sighed, fidgeting with the handle of his mug. "I see Brian and Ziah and now Jimmy and Johnny together, being all lovey dovey and shit, and I just...I

guess I'm just a bit jealous and lonely."

"You can't tell me you don't get more than your fair share of panties thrown at you or girls dying to be with you."

"I don't have a problem getting groupies, true, but I don't want some groupie. I want a real relationship with a girl I can hang out with and just do mundane

shit, like take walks and sightsee. I want a girl that really loves me for being Matt Sanders and not just lust over me because I'm M. Shadows. I want a girl

that I can cuddle up with and give flowers to for no other reason than just because I want to."

Frankie smiled and nodded her head. "I understand, and I want all that stuff, too, but the other way around. I wouldn't be able to handle a girlfriend. I've got enough

trouble dealing with my own hormones," she laughed.

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, it would be intense, I guess."

"Trust me, I know two PMSing girls at the same time can be totally nuclear."

"Ha! Ziah's said that a few times. What about you?"

"What about me what?" Frankie asked in befuddlement.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Matt asked, concentrating his eyes on the cream-colored coffee in his cup.

Frankie shook her head, her cheeks turning pink. "No. Not many guys understand me bein' the only girl in a band and on the road a majority of the year with a bunch of

dudes."

"That's because a guy would probably be worried about the dudes hitting on you."

"Those guys are like my brothers, so that would never happen."

"Yeah, I get that," Matt replied with a grin.

Frankie locked eyes with Matt. "I know I may not exactly be your type, but would you maybe wanna go out to dinner with me tomorrow?" she asked softly, nervously moving

her mug between her hands.

Matt's eyes widened in surprise, not because Frankie had asked him out, but that she thought she wasn't his type. "Don't insult yourself. I think you're

gorgeous, Frankie, and I would love to go out to dinner with you."

"You do? You will?" Frankie asked, bewildered.

"Yes and yes," Matt replied with a dimpled grin.


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Brian made sure the blanket was covering both him and Ziah, who was snuggled up to his chest, and then wrapped his tattooed arms around her, resting his chin on top of

her head. He smiled when she cuddled even closer with a bit of a whimper. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Nothin'. I just wanna be close to you."

"I can tell. Any closer and you'll be through me," Brian laughed.

"Are you complaining?" Ziah mumbled, nuzzling her face into Brian's neck, the breath from her nose tickling across his skin.

Brian shivered a little and squeezed his girlfriend tighter. "No, I'm not complaining at all. I'm just stating the facts."

"Good. Before I know it, I'm gonna be huge and won't be able to snuggle up with you like this," Ziah pouted.

"Yes, we will. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean that we're gonna stop cuddling. I love cuddling with you."

"I love cuddling with you, too, but I'm gonna be so big that you won't be able to get your arms around me."

Brian grinned, rolling his eyes. "You're gonna be absolutely stunning, just like you are now, and I'll still be able to hold you."

Ziah shook her head a little bit. "I'm gonna be fat and shoving my face full of food every five minutes."

"Stop it. You're pregnant and you need to put on weight. I'm gonna be spoiling you."

"You already do that."

Brian laughed. "I know that, but I'm gonna spoil you even more. I'll be more than happy to get you whatever you're craving, no matter how weird it may be or how late

it is. Have fun with it, baby girl."

"I'll remember that. I'm sweepy," Ziah said with a yawn.

Brian grinned, rubbing his hand up and down Ziah's arm. "Then sleep."

"I don't wanna," Ziah whined. "I wanna stay up with you."

Brian laughed, kissing the top of Ziah's head. "I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise."

"Mmhhmm...'kay."

"Love you, baby girl."

"Love you, too, Bri," Ziah whispered just as she fell asleep.

Brian looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room he and Ziah were sharing. His smile grew as he moved a hand to lay over her abdomen, where their unborn baby was

growing. He gazed down at his hand, moved it over a little and looked at his girlfriend's still flat stomach. His eyes filled with tears as he imagined Ziah throughout

the stages of her pregnancy, baby bump, mood swings and all.

"I'm gonna be the best daddy to you, little one. I promise," Brian said softly, rubbing his fingers over Ziah's stomach as he kissed the top of her head

once again before he too fell asleep.


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"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny?" Jimmy said, poking at his boyfriend's back over and over again.

"Jimmy, just go to sleep," Johnny sighed, trying to get away from the bony finger poking hard into his back without tumbling out of the bunk.

Johnny and Zacky had dragged Jimmy back to the bus instead of the hotel room they were supposed to spend a last night in before they continued on with the last handful

of shows around Europe because they knew the obnoxious drummer would be way too loud and rambunctious and an annoyance to the other guests of the hotel. To make sure

Jimmy didn't leave the bus and wander around aimlessly, Johnny had decided to stay with him and Zacky had locked the bus on his way out.

"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny?" Jimmy slurred, poking Johnny's back even harder and more insistant.

"What, Jimmy, what?" Johnny sighed, laying on his back and staring up at the darkened ceiling of the bunk.

"I have a joke to tell you," Jimmy whispered loudly.

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Jimmy, I don't wanna hear any jokes. Right now, I just wanna sleep, and you need to sleep, too."

"C'mon, just one. Pweeze?" Jimmy pouted.

Johnny sighed. "All right, fine."

"What has one head, one foot and four legs?"

"I have no idea."

"A bed," Jimmy laughed.

Johnny closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What two days of the week start with the letter 'T'?"

"Jimmy..."

"Today and Tomorrow."

"Jimmy, I'm serious. Go. To. Sleep."

Jimmy went quiet and Johnny thought maybe his boyfriend had finally passed out.

"How do you catch a squirrel?"

Growling, Johnny threw off the covers, ripped the curtain open and left the bunk, headed for the front of the bus in hopes to get some sleep on the couch. Otherwise,

he'd end up doing something drastic to get his boyfriend to shut up.

"Johnny, Johnny, wait! How do you catch a squirrel?"

"Jimmy, leave me alone. I don't give a shit about catching a squirrel. I wanna get some sleep."

Jimmy came bounding in from the bunk area with a cackle. "How do you catch a squirrel? Not Secret Squirrel but a regular squirrel? Climb a tree and act like a nut."

"You have no problem with that. All we need now is a tree," Johnny mumbled to himself as he went about making a bed on the couch.

"Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh, I have another joke. This one is really funny. What do you get when you cross...?"

"That does it!" Johnny grumbled, shoving Jimmy down to one of the seats at the table.


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The next morning.......


"You got everything, right?" Brian asked, zipping up an overnight bag.

Ziah nodded her head with a yawn. "Mmhhmm, yeah."

Brian smiled, pulling Ziah to his chest. "You're so cute when you're not fully awake."

"I'm gonna kick your ass for calling me cute."

"Is that so?" Brian asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, that is so...when I'm awake."

Brian laughed, wrapping his arms around Ziah and kissing the center of her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Ziah mumbled, snuggling up to Brian's chest.

Brian held Ziah for a moment, gave her a big squeeze, kissed the top of her head and then pulled away, connecting one of his hands with one of hers. "C'mon, baby girl,

we have to check out by 11:00."

"I hate mornings."

Brian laughed as he led Ziah out the door, down the hall and to the elevator, where they met up with Matt and Zacky.

"Morning," Matt said cheerily.

"Why are you so chipper this morning?"

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are, and it's annoying as fuck," Ziah replied.

"I agree," Zacky laughed.

"Pssshhh, whatever," Matt replied, holding his hand in the air.

Brian stared at Matt, slowly arching an eyebrow. "Did you get laid last night?"

Matt stared wide-eyed, letting his hand drop to his side. "What's that have to do with anything?" he asked, brows furrowed deeply.

"You're never like this in the morning unless you got off the night before," Brian answered matter-of-factly.

"Eeewww, shut up, Brian," Ziah grumbled, nudging her boyfriend in the stomach.

"No nudgie my tummy," Brian whined, jutting his bottom lip out with a sniff.

"Oh my god," Zacky sighed, rolling his eyes.

Brian snorted and flipped his middle finger up at his fellow guitarist. "Whatever. Now, seriously, what's got you so happy this morning?"

"I have a date tonight," Matt answered, stepping onto the elevator.

"You do? Cool, bro. With who?" Brian asked, leaning against the back wall of the elevator.

"Frankie."

Ziah's eyes widened, surprised but very pleasantly so. "You asked her out?"

Matt cleared his throat and shook his head. "No, she asked me," he answered softly, cheeks turning red.

"That's great, but you hurt Frankie, I hurt you. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. I don't wanna get my ass kicked by you."

"Nobody does," Zacky added as the elevator lurched to a stop and opened onto the hotel lobby.

"Where are the Terrible Js?" Brian asked as they headed up to the counter to check out.

"Jimmy was totally shit-faced, so Johnny and I thought it was for the best that he stay on the bus, and Johnny stayed to keep him there."

"Poor, Johnny," Ziah sighed. She tugged at Brian's hand. "Baby?"

"What's up, Ziah?" Brian asked.

"I'm gonna go out to the bus. I need to talk to Frankie for a minute."

Brian looked at Ziah in confusion and then nodded his head. "Okay, be careful. We'll be out in a few minutes," he said softly, leaning down and kissing her lips.

"I will be," Ziah replied, kissing Brian and giving his hand three squeezes before letting go and heading outside. She walked over to Avenged Sevenfold's bus and found

Frankie leaning against the side, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, Ziah," Frankie called out with a wave, taking the final drag from her cigarette and flicking the butt to the ground. She exhaled the smoke and then hugged Ziah

as soon as she made it over to her.

Ziah hugged Frankie in return. "Hey, Frankie, how's it goin'?"

"Really good."

Ziah grinned. "I bet."

Frankie raised an eyebrow. "Matt told you that I asked him out to dinner tonight, didn't he?"

Ziah nodded her head, her grin growing. "Mmmhhhmmm."

"I guess it was a bit impulsive, but I couldn't help it. It's just...it's like he's got everything I've been looking for in a man. I just couldn't let the opportunity

pass me by."

"Yeah, I know. I think it's great. Matt's an awesome guy. He'll treat you like a princess, for sure, but not in the 'oh, you're my frilly little princess' way.

Ya know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," Frankie smiled, feeling herself blush as Matt walked up with Brian and Zacky. "Hey, guys."

"Hey, Frankie," Brian, Zacky and Matt said at the same time.

"Yeah, that wasn't the least bit creepy," Frankie laughed.

"Meh, you'll get used to it," Ziah replied, unlocking the door to the bus, opening it and then walking up the stairs. "Oh my god! Do I even wanna know?"

Confused, Brian ran up the stairs and stopped right beside Ziah, eyes wide. "Jimmy always ends up in these fucked up positions."

"Can you stop staring at me and get me the fuck out of this?" Jimmy whined, struggling to move from the seat that he was connected to with hot pink duct tape.

"Oh, hey, guys," Johnny greeted, walking out from the bunk area.

"Sex games gone wrong?" Brian asked with a smirk.

"Pssshhh," Johnny snorted, rolling his eyes. "He wishes."

"Why is Jimmy taped to the table, and why the fuck do we have hot pink duct tape to begin with?" Matt asked, shaking his head.

"I have no idea why there's hot pink duct tape and as far as why, Jimmy was annoying the fuck outta me," Johnny sighed.

"What was he doing?" Frankie asked.

"Don't ask that. I don't wanna know any nasty shit," Matt groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

"It wasn't nasty. Jimmy kept annoying the fuck outta me when I was trying to sleep."

"I may regret asking this, but annoy you how?" Brian asked, wincing a little when Johnny opened his mouth to answer.

"He kept telling me stupid fuckin' jokes...even when I told him not to."

"Brian does that to me all the time, but I don't even bother with using the energy it would take to tape him down."

"Brian's not as persistent and annoying as Jimmy is," Johnny sighed.

"Ain't that the truth? Jimmy's as persistent and annoying as jock itch," Zacky cracked, laughing when the lanky drummer stuck his tongue out at him.