Twisted Vegas

All too soon it was Sunday night. To say I was dreading Michelle's return would be the gravest misuse of a lifetime. I wanted nothing more than to wake up and discover this was a horrible nightmare.

"How was Vegas?" Michelle asks.

I motion for her to sit down. My eyes travel anywhere but to her. "I..." I pause unsure how to tell her.

"You what?" She questions.

"I was really drunk. I don't remember what happened. The next morning. I..."

Tears race down her face. I rush to comfort her.

"Don't touch me!" She screams.

I step back feeling as if Michelle just slammed her fist into my gut. Michelle grabs her bag. She turns to look at me.

"I need a few days." With that she walks out the door without letting me explain.

The worst part was that I couldn't blame anyone but myself. My first thought was that I needed a few drinks. Quickly I rethink remembering that's how I ended up in this fucking mess. Closing my eyes I let my feet guide me. A few minutes later I'm outside my studio. Walking inside I pick up the first guitar I see which happens to be my white Les Paul. My body moves on autopilot setting everything up so I can play. When I'm sure it's set I jump into a random lick.

Looking out the window I see the early signs of the rising sun. I'm tempted to call Michelle but I don't knowing that she wouldn't answer. Pinkly's whining gets my attention.

"I seriously screwed up." I tell her.

The look she gives me says you're on your own. I reach my hand out and run it down her back. She licks my hand then trots off.

"Thanks for the help." I call after her.

Every fiber of my being was hollering at me to get some sleep. Not having the energy to move I pull up my legs and sprawl out on the couch.

* * *

I'm woken by someone pounding on my front door. Climbing off the couch I walk to the door. I pull the door open.

"How fucking dare you?" A second later my left cheek is stinging.

I'm shocked to see Val standing there.

"Do you have any idea how broken up Michelle is?" She stands there staring at me.

I don't know what to say.

"Who is the fucking slut?" Val wonders.

I step aside inviting her in. We both take up seats in the livingroom me on the couch and Val on the chair closest to the door.

"When we got to the hotel all we did was sleep. The next night we partied. Partied hard. I remember lots of drinks. I can kind of recall a little gambling. Then it's all blank. I woke up the next morning alone in my bed with an addition to my left ring finger. I have no idea who the hell my wife is. I swear to you Val that I don't want any other woman besides Michelle." I take a deep breath.

Val sits there silently absorbing what I've just told her. The quiet stretches on for a couple more minutes.

"I think I'm pregnant." Val blurts. I stare at her.

The look on her face tells me that she can't believe she just told me that and she hadn't told anyone else yet.

"Congratulations." I'm unsure of what else to say.

"I made an appointment to find out. It's at noon tomorrow." Val bites her lip nervously. "I'm kind of scared to go alone. I know Matt has an interview tomorrow. Will you go with me?"

A glance at her eyes was my undoing. "Of course I will. Just don't ask me to tell Matt if it turns out you are."

Val nods telling me we have a deal. We hug then Val heads on home.

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