High Voltage

The screams and shouts alone led to think someone was shooting a horror movie in the operating room beside. Oh god, was it really going to be like... that? Jesus effin Christ. I looked over to Brian. He was staring at the beige wall in front of us, cringing every time Alex let out a shriek for mercy.

„Okay, Brian, at this point I don’t fucking care what you think about me,” I started, forcing him to look at me confusedly, „But there’s no fucking way I’m going through all that,” My thumb pointed to the room from which the cry’s were coming.

He blinked, caught momentarily off guard. „What are you talking about?”

„I’m gonna be drugged beyond limits.” I nodded as if approving the statement to myself, „Like beyond beyond...”

His eyebrow raised in an amused manner, yet his lips stayed in a thin, straight line.

„Yup,” I popped the ‘p’, nodding yet again, „And if they won’t give me drugs, you’re gonna smuggle them in.”

„I’m... what?” I swear by now he was strongly convinced he had married a psycho. Truth be told... he was fucking right.

„Oh you know the drill,” I waved him off, my eyes locking on the reception on the far left. „Some morphy for the pain; blow – so I don’t pass the fuck out and some Mary Jane so I don’t give a single flying fuck.”

I swear I heard him snort, „Right. You’re gonna get green tea. At best.”

Green tea? Was that a new sort of marijuana? Maybe some sort of Californian slang I was not aware of? As long as it’s smokeable I’m down with whatever he provides me. I looked back at him to see him sitting there, next to me with a straight face. Somehow I don’t think he meant he was bringing me pot.

„I’m serious, Brian. I’m not going through... that.” I winced in disgust hearing Alex shout every possible cuss word. It was needles to say they were aimed towards Matt.

„You’re not gonna get any drugs, Meg.” He replied sternly, closing his eyes as he tilted his head against the wall.

„But—„

„That’s out of the question,”

I folded my arms over my chest. Fine. If he won’t smuggle anything in, I bet gran will. I doubt one little herbal experience would make the kid a retard. Thanks for supporting me, dude. Really takes the edge off.

Suddenly the cries and the excessive cursing stopped. For a moment there was only silence before a thing happened. A certain thing. Something that sounded like a child. And another. Oh my god. My gaze locked on Brian. I knew he heard that too. And as if welcoming the newborns, the Haner inside me gave a massive high five. With his leg. Straight to the bladder. I swear the kid’s gonna be a soccer player or simply an aggressive little motherf—

„Boys!” Matt rushed out of the room, excitement radiating from him as he took off the bluish hospital mask. Boys... Boys what? Oh! He has sons!

„Congrats, man,” Brian stood up to give him one of them manly man hugs. Right after the hug, Matt crashed down in the seat Brian had just been warming. He looked beat, but still happy as fuck.

„Two healthy boys...” He mused with a wide smile on his face, „Shit, I think I need a smoke.”

„I think you need to be in there with Alex—„ I started, but Brian’s warning look cut me off, „But on the other hand...” I slowly pushed myself up from the chair, „Go have your poison while I check up with the red and the dudes.”

Brian gave me a pointed nod. God, it seemed like he was pissed at me all the fucking time. What have I done now? Was his hormones getting to the best of him too? „Come on, man, let’s get you a coffee and a goddamn smoke. Maybe even a slice of cheesecake.”

„Yea, I think I’ve earned it,” Matt said as he got up and followed Brian down the hall.

Did he just say what I think he said? He fucking earned it? If they would be looking, they would fucking see my cocked eyebrow and the clear disbelief in my face. Did he actually do all the pushing and yelling and pain handling? I fucking think not.

While Alex was transferred from the operating room, I decided to get myself a cup of coffee. God knew hospital coffee tasted nothing like what I was used to drinking, but it was better than nothing. I can’t believe everything’s fine both with the twins and Alex. No, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad all’s good, but the labor was just too premature. It wasn’t even time for me to go in labor and we all know Alex got pregnant a little while later than I did.

But kudos to Matt who stayed with her during the labor. I can’t imagine what terrifying things he had to see. That’s why I want to be with my head off to Mars – I don’t want to fucking remember what horror I went through while pushing the little McQueen in the world.

Slowly, while sipping on that shit in a cup, I walked back to where I supposed Alex had been taken. At least so did the nurses tell me. I probably have to say it took me around forty minutes to get there. See, I was pregnant. I needed to pee, I was very slow and at least four people intercepted me while I was on my fucking mission to get to Alex. Had a little chit-chat with the fans, took some pictures and got back to my journey. Or did I... Yup, I’m a dense motherfucker, I decided it’s a good call to have a seat and scroll through 9gag. Indeed. The cat, banana and potato community. Fine, maybe it took me more than forty minutes. I’m sorry! I lost my sense of time! Have you ever scrolled through 9gag? Yea? Then you know my fucking struggle. You can’t just stop scrolling. I’m dead serious. It’s impossible.

„Meg?” Oh hell, they found me. Hesitantly my head raised to look over that dark ruffled hair and those blue, blue eyes. And that hand snaked around a feminine weist, which had two slender legs, two arms, a head with a face that strongly reminded me of Madison.

„Chris,” I greeted back with a slight frown, my eyes fixing on the brunette, „Madison.”

„Megan.” She replied with a cocky smile.

„Chris?” My eyes shot back to him, remembering what actually went down when she ditched him. Had the fact that she pulverized his car has somehow out of pure insanity left his non-existent brain?

„Meg?” He shrugged his shoulders with a guilty smile on his lips.

„Meg!” Another very familiar deep voice rang in the far.

„Okay, okay, okay!” My hands shot up, „Enough with the names! God...”

Madison chuckled. Oh god, it was so fucking good to see her. I missed our strip joint adventures together. Where the hell had she been? She wasn’t at my wedding even tho I sent her an invite, she wasn’t at Johnny’s, she was nowhere! At one point it felt like she’s dropped from the face of earth.

„So you two are a thing... again?”

„Uhmm... I think your husband’s looking for you,” Madison smiled, leaning into Chris’s side.

„Let him,” I waved her off. I see him everyday, but this thing right here. This is something not necessarily new, but different. „And why on earth are you being all partisan like, Chris? Speak up, boy, don’t make me slap you!”

He had an amused expression to his features, „Boy? I swear, Hills, you’re spending too much time with gran.”

„Have you met her? Obviously I’m spending too much time with her! She’s fucking awesome!” And she’s the only one who’s not afraid to show mister Brian Haner his place. That’s one of the main reasons why my hubby leaves the house every time she comes over. And that’s every other day since we bought her a house just across the street. „So, how’s it going you wonderful, wonderful creature?”

„Better than you, I see,” She pointed to my baby bump which got her an elbow in the ribs from Chris.

„Madison!”

„What?”

„Nah, it’s fine, Chris.” I smiled, „It’s not like I planned this.”

„Okay ladies, I see you have some catching up to do. I’ll go see how Alex and the newborns are doing,” Chris pushed a quick kiss on Madison’s cheek, getting a slight blush out of her, „Later.”

„So when is it due?” She questioned as I got up from the comfy leather couch.

„A couple of weeks,” I replied.

„And how... you know, how is it?”

„Being pregnant?” I arched an eyebrow as I straightened the long summer dress. Madison nodded, „Sucks like hell. But you know, what can ya’ do?”

„Did you even want the child?” She pushed her hands in the pockets of her jeans as we managed our way over to the recovery room where Alex had been taken.

„Back in the day?” I tugged a lost strand of my hair behind my ear, before answering with a simple „No.”

„Then... why? I never thought of you as the person to have kids. You’re just too... bad-ass. You were my idol.”

„In what way?” I frowned. Please don’t tell me her little drug problem was only because I took the deep end out of the situation back in the day. Oh the guilt, the guilt’s starting to kick in...

„You were just... so strong,” She sighed, „independent I guess. Fun to be around mainly. Kicked some serious ass and now you’re family material and—„

„hey, I can still kick your ass!” I protested with a light smile on my face.

„Whoa, chillax, momma,” She raised her hands up in defense, a chuckle escaping her, „It’s just... I come back and suddenly everyone’s having kids.”

„No offense, but why did you come back?”

„’Cause I can’t live without the bastard,” She sighed, before looking at me with a warm smile. I still didn’t know what exactly went down between them, I didn’t buy the bull Chris had tried to fed me about Madison just up and leaving. I bet the douchebag’s feet slipped and he woke up to one if not two other chicks in his bed. I couldn’t judge him, knowing Brian had been the king of cheating bastards and Chris was my best friend. Sure Madison was a fun girl to hang around, but if I had to choose, I’d obviously would choose Chris even if he’d been the asshole in the situation.

„Megan fucking Haner,” I felt a strong grip on my forearm, before I was turned around to meet the obviously angry Brian, „Are you deaf or something?”

I shot him a glare, „I heard you.” My eyes narrowed on his features. I was not sure he knew how to smile anymore. And he was smoking every fifteen minutes. „What the hell’s up with you lately?”

„Okay, I’m gonna go check on Alex,” Madison excused herself, obviously confused with the arising situation. She was confused? Ha! I’m confused. I have no idea why he’s so angry all the fucking time. I even started controlling my hormone tornado’s and left him alone when I felt like throwing a tantrum over whatever bullshit hit my mind at the time.

„Would you care to explain what’s going on with you? Is this some kinda pre-labor depression you’re having?” His lips stayed in a thin line. Too early for that joke? Okay, I’ll see myself the fuck out then. „Come on, man, talk to me.”

He let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, „Do you remember when we actually did something together?”

„This morning.” I replied straight away.

„A time when we didn’t argue.” His browns fixed on me and despite the fact that he was a married man, I could see loneliness in his eyes. Realizing I was the reason for him to feel that way was mind-blowing. His hands rested on my hips and his forehead against mine. „I love you, you know I do, but I don’t feel like you feel the same.”

I took a deep breath, wrapping my arms around his neck, „I’m not gonna lie, Brian, at times I think I was high when I said ‘I do’. Our Zodiac signs are incompatible. I’m a Sagittarius, you’re a cancer. We’re not meant to be together,” A corner of my lips raised in a smirk, „But you know me. I say fuck the astro-mambo-jambo-bullshit. Come on, dude, I bared with your multi-girlfriend situation, your cocky nature, with McKenna hating me, I fucking married you. I’m carrying your child, what else do you want from me?”

„I want you to say it,”

„Why do you need to hear what you already know?” Please, please, please, don’t make me say those words...

„My Harley’s on the line,”

„What did you just say?” I pulled back from him with a frown. Was that fucking guilt I saw?

„I had... I made a bet,” he sighed. Oh he didn’t just say that. I punched his arm with all that I had.

„Be thankful I can’t raise my leg or I’d kick you right in the nuts. He had a bet... Unbe-fucking-lievable.” I raged, stepping away from him. „Wait... with whom?”

And look at me when I’m fucking yelling at you!

„Spill!”

His stare told me I don’t wanna know, but oh man, did I really wanna know. „Your dad.”

„My dad?” I puckered my eyebrows. „You’re joking, right?”

„And your gran, but that’s beside the fact,”

„My gran? How the fuck are you gonna split the Harley between the two of them?”

„Well, there’s something else besides the bike.”

„...as?” Don’t tell me he promised his firstborn, he can’t actually be that nuts, right?

„Lady.” He said quietly, taking a step back.

„You bet on my fucking dog?!” And at this moment I absolutely didn’t fucking care if they’re gonna throw me out of the hospital because of my yelling and raging in overall. He couldn’t fucking bet on something that didn’t belong to him! „You know what... I’m not even mad,” Oh I’m fucking mad, I’m he’s-gonna-lose-his-balls mad, „Nah. I’m gonna say it.”

„Really?” His eyebrows shot up. No, not fucking really!

„Right after I teach our daughter to say – my daddy’s a dick.” And I'll teach the most douchiest riff of all time - Smoke on the water - so she can play it for his every birthday and basically every time he comes home drunk, or better yet - every morning to wake him the fuck up.

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