Death and All His Friends

Jamie decided to wake me up this morning by moving right on my bladder, I had to move around all of the guys camped out in our living room. I used the bathroom and went to cook breakfast for them. Scrambled eggs and bacon cracked and popped in the pans while I made mini pancakes and toast. Grabbing out water and orange juice, I sat it on the counter for them to make their own glasses. The eggs had finished cooking, so I seasoned them and slid them on a plate. The bacon was done not long after, so I patted the grease off and put it on another plate. Reaching for the maple syrup, I felt a pair of hands assist me.
“Morning, Nat,” Brian said, bringing down the syrup.
“Morning, Bri,” I smiled and he gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead, “Thanks for breakfast, doll, how is my niece?”
“She’s okay, she’s still sitting right on my bladder, but she is still in there,” I laughed.
Zack soon walked in and gave me a hug and word of thanks, the rest of the guys followed suit. Looking over the table, I felt the void in the seat next to me and it was definitely the elephant in the room. I put my head down on the table and started crying. Soon, the guys had all wrapped me in their arms and let themselves cry as well. All of a sudden, a huge kick made my stomach vibrate, causing Brian to pull his hand back.
“Someone knows her mommy is upset,” he said, rubbing it in a circle.
They held me a while longer and rubbed my back. They were going to the studio soon to start recording, I didn’t know if they would tell the fans about Jamie or not. I wanted them to and I was gonna ask how they and the Sullivans felt about it. The guys gathered their things and headed home, leaving me with reassurance and promise.
I broke down and cried, feeling worthless. I was pregnant, alone, and jobless. I was a bit pitiful and feeling sorry for myself. I got a text from my sister asking if I could come hang out and film a YouTube video. Applying makeup and curling my hair, I slid on maternity skinny jeans and one of my loose v-necks.
“So, I’m here with my lovely sister Nat Sullivan and she is gonna explain sex to me,”
“Oh my God,” I said, throwing my face in my hands.
“So, Nat, what is first base?”
“That’s making out,”
“Yep, how old were you when you hit first base?”
“Um, like 15, I stayed with the same man my entire life until well, December,” I frowned.
“Sorry, what’s second base?”
“Boobies!” I screamed.
“Nat loves boobs,” Jack laughed.
“How can you not?”
“So, third base?”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“That’s your parts and you shouldn’t have hands there until you have a ring on your damn finger,” I barked.
“You weren’t marrie-“
“You aren't me, now hush.” I laughed.
“What’s a home run?”
“Sex, look, this is the result of sex,” I laughed, rubbing my hands on my pregnant belly.
“Awe, baby Sullivan,” She cooed.
“When are you due?”
“September 16th,” I smiled, laughing.
“We love you, Nat Nat and we are so proud of you,” she smiled and hugged me close and posted it, I died laughed. Surviving my grief, seemed less and less tricky… Until my hormones kicked in.

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