A Rockers Guide To Becoming A Father

Reproduction For Dummies 1; Alcohol + One Night Stand = Chance To Generate A New Kid Alcohol: An organic chemical in which one or more hydroxyl (OH) groups are attached to carbon (C) atoms in place of hydrogen (H) atoms. One Night Stand: A sexual encounter that is limited to only one occasion. Pregnant: The state of carrying a developing embryo or fetus within the female body “A kid? Do you realize you’re the third girl this week that tells me she had Synyster’s baby?” Her hands played with the magazine in front of her. A picture stood on the cover. It was a nice picture, consisting out of an amazing looking Syn, accompanied by his girl. That was the funny story behind their relationship, ever since the beginning she was his girl, and don’t you dare lay your hands on her. They will get chopped off. Ripped in pieces. “BUT IT REALLY IS HIS KID! HE HAS THE DAMN SAME BUTTON NOSE HE HAS! IT’S A HANER TRAIT!!” Trying not to drop the phone, Michelle got so pissed off that all she could do was yell “ALL THOSE DAMN BABIES HAVE THE SAME NOSE WHEN THEY’RE JUST BORN” back. Then she casually tossed the phone onto the black couch, almost hitting Brian on his head. “Was that necessary, babe?” He mumbled, his voice lower then usual due to the huge amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before. “Yes. And make sure you don’t make any babies anymore, this is seriously the third time someone called me this week” Michelle walked towards the door of the balcony, not having to open it as it was a soft day in Huntington, in bare feet she stepped outside. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around her petit figure, lips softly started to play with the smooth skin of her neck. “Why do you care so much?” He whispered, the slightest touch of his breath tickling her ear making her shiver. Still, after three months now he still made her shiver, made her long for his touch. “I.. I know I should trust you and I really do! But remember you were half dating someone when we started to mess around too? Sometimes I just wonder if you really have a kid walking around somewhere” Brian was silenced by these words. If there would be a little Synyster, and boy he would come, Michelle was supposed to get him his child. Brian felt that it was okay between the two of them, he had made his choice, and with that he had claimed her. End of story. With a pounding head, still thanks to the alcohol, Brian found somewhere in his trousers a lighter and a cigarette, and while lighting it he walked back inside. “Gonna run away from me now? I’m sorry” “Don’t apologize” Brian grumbled back, dropping himself back onto the couch, landing with a soft ‘thud’. Eyes half open he looked to his girl, feeling his gut clench by the thought he might had a kid with some other woman, another creature he had been using in the past. He would never use Michelle. And he once again realized he had to stop thinking about it, about her and the fact that she was his. The doorbell rung. “MY HEAD, ASSHOLES!” Brian yelled, throwing a pillow, not knowing it would fly towards Michelle’s head. “Thank you, ass. If your gonna be all grumpy all day long then go back to bed please” She smiled, knowing Brain would think she was angry with him, and he would make it up later. And he was good at that. She walked towards the door, and opened it. As soon as she did so, she felt the blood drain out of her face. “H..Hello?” She managed to bring out. She did recognize the girl, she had seen her walking in the grocery store several times, always kindly smiling. She had always smiled back to the girl, then smiling to her fast growing belly. Apparently the kid was finally born. “Hey” The girl said with a soft voice. “Is Brian around? And may I please talk to him?” “Yeah, off course. But he’s all hung-over so you better watch out” She giggled the last bit, hoping to break the ice between them. Meanwhile Brian had followed the advice of his girl, and was walking around in his bedroom, making it an even bigger mess then it already was. “Brian, someone is here for you” He heard Michelle say, then a soft voice saying something else. He sighed, feeling too tired to do anything on a day like it was, but nonetheless he stumbled back to the living room, to find a curvy blond girl, about 25 years old, holding a baby in her arms. The day had just begun.

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