Johnny's POV:
Zacky had dropped me off at my house. My doorbell rang I thought it was him. I open the door to find Lacey standing on the front stoop.
"Can I come in?" She asks her head down.
I step aside. She walks in. I close the door then follow her into my kitchen.
Her purse rests on the counter. She won't look at me. I wait to her what she has to say.
Her hand reaches into her giant purple purse. Who really needs a bag that big? What the fuck do girls carry around that they need a bad that big? You could probably for a dead body in there.
She places something on the counter. She slides it over to me. I reach out and take it. Flipping it over my eyes don't believe what I'm seeing.
My eyes snap to her. She nods her head slowly. I didn't want to believe this. There's no way. It couldn't be happening.
"Get out." I yell.
"Get out of my house!" I chase her to the front door.
She opens it and races out. I slam the door closed and flick the lock. I sink to my knees.
The picture lands on my lap. I'm honestly in shock.
This is not what I wanted. Not now and not with Lacey. I did the math it all added up. There was no doubt this was my baby.
- - - - -
A week later after I'd cooled down I call Lacey. She comes over. I can tell right away that some thing is wrong.
"I had a miscarriage." She sobs.
"I'm so sorry." I say wrapping my arms around her.
Lacey spent the next couple of days at my house. Both of us grieving the loss of our child.
When she was ready to leave I made sure she knew she could call me at any time.
~ ~ ~
I don't tell any one about Lacey and I's lost child. The guys all had their own problems. It wouldn't be fair to drag them into my issues. So I kept it to myself.
I exit the studio. This is my sixth or seventh cigarette of the morning. I didn't care about keeping count anymore.
Zacky is outside smoking one of his own. I hadn't known he was here yet. Our eyes meet.
Everything I want to say races to the front of my brain. His mouth opens like he's going to speak. I hold my breath as I wait for his words.
Nothing comes. He throws the butt of his smoke. Stomping it out he makes his way inside. My heart sinks.
I quickly finish taking the longest drag possible then stub it out on the bottom of my shoe. Making my way back inside I see only one seat is open. It's right next to Zack.
I grab my base then take the seat. I couldn't take my eyes off of his fingers. The way they work the strings of his guitar has my mind wondering to non-musical places.
I wanted nothing more than to have Zacky's fingers worshipping every inch of my skin. His sexy voce telling me everything was going to be alright. Those delicious plump lips kissing away every worry I had. Waking up wrapped in those arms would be nothing short of heaven.
I knew that wasn't going to happen. No matter how much I desired Zack some things just aren't meant to be.
At least I would always have the memories of our time in Dublin. Even better than that our time on the plane ride home.
It tears my heart to pieces not being able to hold him or feel his tongue tangle with mine. I'll always cherish the moments I did get with him.

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