His brothers had definitely never seen Syn like this. Most of the time he just sat there, leaned over on his elbows, staring at the floor--ghostly pale.
In a single second, he’d realized what was important to him. And it rocked him to his core. He had no idea he was even capable of those feelings people spoke about...much less for two humans. Well, one and….

Brian couldn’t even think about it. He’d thrown up twice so far when he did think about the possibilities. Syn Gates had never wanted kids, knew he’d be a terrible father and an awful partner. But now? He’d do everything in his power to become the best father that ever existed and an adoring, amazing...boyfriend? Husband?

Alright, that thought made him throw up a little bit in his mouth. Apparently too soon for that. But he really wanted her. To be with her. For good. Baby or no baby, honestly.

They’d been there 45 minutes when the doctor emerged with a look on his face that made Brian unable to stand. Matt helped him up, Zack on his other side. Syn couldn’t even ask.

“We stopped the bleeding. Becca will be fine,” The room seemed to hover in the silence, the four other band members praying almost as hard as Brian was. He needed this, and they all knew it, “We thought you should be with her when we did the ultrasound to check on the baby.”

Brian nodded nervously, eager to get to her side but scared to death of what they might find. Matt helped him down the hallway, letting go of his brother at the door to her room.

Becca was a little lightheaded--hooked up to an IV as she reached for Brian. He sat by her side, clasping her hand in his and kissing it over and over before kissing her lips.

“I-I’m so happy you’re okay, Beccs…” He finally managed to speak--his words barely making it past his lips as his voice cracked. She couldn’t speak, her blue eyes full of unshed tears as she searched his sweet face.

A nurse set up the machine as the couple clung to one another as well as every shred of hope they could. When it was pressed to her belly, they both held their breath.

The heartbeat made Becca burst into happy tears, sobbing into Brian’s arms as he held her tightly. His own tears ran down his cheeks as his hand soothed over her bright hair. The nurse and doctor gave them a moment. For minutes on end they just held one another. Syn gently climbed in next to her and took her face in his hand as she blinked up at him.

“I do, uhmmm...you know that, right?”

Her smile somehow widened as she paused to take in his words. She didn’t care if it was the drama talking, or that he hadn't actually said it, only that he’d acknowledged what she already knew. Becca sighed happily as she played with a long strand of his hair, “I love you, too, Bri.”

There were so many other things he wanted to tell her, but they were both a little overwhelmed at the moment. The doctor came back in and Syn gathered Beccs to his chest.

“You had a placenta abruption, which is--”
Becca interrupted the doc, staring in awe up at her lover, “How did you know that?”
He smiled softly, touching a finger to her cheek, “I read about it. It’s where the placenta unattaches from the uterus.”
She had to remember to thank him later for being a control freak.

“Mr. Haner is correct. What this means for you, at this point in your pregnancy, is you need to be as close to bed rest as you can--”

“What!?” Becca sat up and almost screamed. Brian rubbed her belly to try and calm her, but her voice only got squeakier, her blue eyes watering all over again, “I have to go home!? But, but...I’m only 20 weeks!! Bri, tour just started!”
Brian hugged her close, “Shhh, Beccs. You gotta stay calm for the baby’s sake.” He held her face in both hands, “I’ll come home every time we take breaks, honey. We can skype every day. And tour will be over before you’re due, remember?”

Becca’s crying stopped, but her eyes fell along with her shoulders. Syn kissed her forehead before turning his attention back to the doctor.
He cleared his throat and continued, “You just need to take it easy. Typical stuff--no lifting things, be extra careful if you’re doing anything strenuous like even yoga. And get checkups much more often. Pay close attention to your body and inform your doctor of any changes. I want you to rest here for a couple of hours and then you get home. Alright?”

Becca nodded sadly and Brian felt bad for her. He was going to be touring the country while she had to sit at home and wait for him. To have his child. The doc left and he pulled her close again, kissing her hair and whispering his soothing voice into it, “Becca, we’re responsible for another being now. Isn’t that incredible? I’m sorry this fell on your shoulders, honey, but I’ll be there in any way I can think of. I’m just so happy the two of you are alright….”

As much as Becca wanted to stay awake every moment they had left together, she found that she was too exhausted to fight it, and let his hands soothe her to sleep.

***

Gates wasn’t sure he could do it. She was falling apart in his arms, begging him not to make her leave. The tears on her face were ripping his non-existent heart out. After trying to gently convince her to go, missing one flight, and some make-up sex in the limo, Syn knew what he had to do. He had no idea when he’d grown a conscience or whatever, but he made himself ball it up and throw it away for the sake of their baby.

Sitting up away from her and leaning forward on his knees, Brian steeled his empty gaze in front of him.

“Bri?” She sniffled and he thought he might be sick. Just yank off the bandaid, Gates.

“Look, Beccs. This has been fun and all, but it’s time you go home. I don’t have time to play house, take care of you, pretend I have feelings for you, and be a rock star all at the same time. When I get home, we can pick this game up again but I just don’t have time for you right now. So get on that plane, go home, and wait for me.”

His ice cold tone sent familiar tingles through her. Not necessarily lust, just...reassurance. He was still him, and he was still there for her, and he always would be just like he’d been for the last five years. The sudden change in him shocked her into silence for long, awkward moments on end until she finally figured she should probably say something instead of daydreaming about the old days when he always used that voice with her.

Sniffling a little, Becca somewhat composed herself. She could play the mouse or the fiery minx. She never was good at the mouse, which is why he loved fighting with her so goddamn much.

“And if I don’t?” She snarked, folding her arms.

Dead brown eyes caught fire as they whipped around to glare at her. He hadn’t seen that coming. His lips curled at the end as his cock twitched unexpectedly, “You won’t want to find out what will happen if I come home and you’re not ready and waiting for me. Or if I find out that you leave the house.” He studied her, his insides welling with an odd mix of lust, love, nostalgia, and longing.

His girlfriend huffed and turned her cheek to him so that she stared out the window, her arms folding over her chest. He grunted almost inaudibly when the move shoved her larger than normal tits together. Now he was officially scatterbrained, still not used to feeling emotion at all--much less this many at once.

“Don’t think for a minute I don’t know why you’re really sending me away. You wanna fuck all the groupie whores while I wait for you at home. Fuck that.” She lifted her middle finger his way for emphasis, just now realizing how much she missed their fights. How he was barely holding onto his cool, collected exterior as he stared at her chest made her feel like a queen. His queen.

Syn chuckled darkly, turned his body so he was leaning over her and boxing her into a corner, just about ready to pounce. Seething and grinning at the same time, he let the comfortable role wash over him and soothe his frayed nerves, “I only have one whore, Beccs, and that’s you.”

With one last searing kiss, Synyster gathered the coldest, emptiest look to his eyes that he could, “Now go.”

Becca melted inside, somehow managed to keep from smiling, and left.

***

Brian swallowed hard as he stared at his front door. He was a falling-apart-at-the-seams mess and it had only been two months. Two of the longest fucking months of his life. His knees were jello. He was sweating. Palms clammy. Shaking. Get a grip dude. She’s the mother of your child.

One shaky step at a time, he climbed his own front steps. Would she be mad? Sad? Horny? These days he never knew. He spoke to her every day but it was never enough. For him or her.

The dozen black roses in his hands fell to the floor when he stepped inside. There she was as she’d always been for him when he got home from tour--white dress and white heels, blue hair curled down her back. Except now she was gorgeously seven months pregnant, radiant and rounded.

Syn dropped to his knees at her feet, staring up at her as he kissed her belly, “Beccs…” He tried to blink away his tears, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Brian,” She folded her arms and tapped her toe impatiently, “I need Synyster.”

He smirked and jumped to his feet, ready to give her whatever she desired. The mushy baby stuff could wait until later. Syn grabbed her by the hair, “You’ll need whatever I tell you.”

Familiar lust snaked up her back. Letting go, he began to pace, his blood beginning to boil, “I’m gone for one tour and I come back to this?! What the ever living fuck, Becca?! Do you even know it’s mine, slut?” He shoved her--more theatrically than with actual force--towards the playroom, “Ya know what? Don’t answer that! Just do your damn job and take my cock.”

Becca tried to hide her giddyness and played along, whimpering as she stumbled down the hallway to the playroom.

*

Fucking christ, she was so wet. The heady combination of her wild hormones, their time apart, and how many times he kept coming inside her and staying hard had created a delicious fog that swept them away--never wanting to find their way out. She was big enough that their positions were limited, especially when she got tired so easily. Not that he minded.

After taking her in a couple of other positions, he’d decided he just wanted her feet up and to fuck her while he stood at the end of the bed. Her ankles were held apart by the ropes tied to the bed, her thighs by his hands. His gaze was locked down at where he was thrusting inside her, their mixed cum making a ridiculous mess. He knew she was about to ejaculate and he was about to follow her and that they still wouldn’t be finished.

“I, I can’t, Syn--”
Gates slapped her playfully upside her large baby bump as he kept thrusting, sweat cascading down his face and chest, “I don’t care. You will.”
He touched her clit and grinned when she arched off the bed, cried like she was in pain, and began squirting all over his cock and lower abs. He felt his stomach clench and pulled out, stroking himself to completion as he watched her. They ejaculated together, her pulsing walls forcing his fluids out onto the sheets and down the edge of the bed as he groaned.

Syn hadn’t been himself during their two months apart. He scarcely recognized himself in the mirror. Who was this bumbling idiot? One who doted on his one and only woman and their baby, one who constantly worried, one who waited eagerly by his phone for whenever she called.

But not now. He let the fingers of his real self, his old self, seep back into his skin and grip onto what had become his heart. Remembering suddenly that she loved him as he was--baggage and all--he let his heart be blackened again, let the dark confidence reside in his belly, let the sadistic nonchalance sweep away his constant worry. Everything would be alright.


Brian immediately regretted insisting he carry her back to their bedroom, but he somehow managed. After getting them both some water, he found some boxers for himself and the nightie she requested. He quirked a smile down at her, still sweating, “I’ll let you cover up. This time,” He winked, “It’s a shame to hide those luscious tits and that baby bump I put in you.”

Becca blushed and lowered her eyes, smoothing a hand over her bump like she did all the time now, “I’m horrid and fat. I’m just glad you’ll still get it up for me at all.” As much as she wanted to stay the confident woman she had been, that got harder and harder every day. Although, the look he was giving her right now helped a lot. A man starved. One that was all hers.

When his long fingers firmly rested just below her belly button, tears came to her eyes. She’d missed those hands so much. His touch was so comforting she couldn’t hold back.

Gates knew better than to move his hand as his other arm snaked around her shoulders and held her close as she cried. He was murmuring softly to her when his hand was kicked hard.

Syn could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. His hand instinctively clutched closer to her instead of pulling away, a strange moisture finding itself in his eyesight. He’d never felt it before. The baby had started kicking towards the end of when she’d been on tour, but he’d never been able to catch it.

“You woke him up.”

His mouth dry, Brian tried to form words. Blinking rapidly, he finally managed a grin so happy she thought his face might break from never having done such a feat, “Him?”
Becca nodded before being crushed into his arms and by his searing kiss. Not a moment later, he recovered and gave her his hooded look from under his lashes, always accompanied by his smirk, “This doesn’t bode well. We don’t need another cocky Haner roaming the world and breaking hearts.”

“Too bad,” She grinned wide, happiness bursting her insides at the look in his eyes, “He’s already a rowdy one. He boxes my insides at the most inconvenient times. That little kick was nothing.”

Pride welled up in Brian’s chest and he buried his lips in Becca’s hair with a kiss to try and reign in his emotions. He’d have to get used to them, he supposed. If he was a mess now, imagine what holding his kid in his arms would be like. And they had an album to write. Brian vowed to find a way to blend Brian and Synyster over the next two months, before his little boy joined their brand new family.

***

A month went by and the boys had started getting together to jam and get out their newest ideas to one another. Their leader knew from experience that they had to get back in the studio before that baby was born, or Brian would be holed away for the next six months.

Syn found a solace in it that wasn’t too surprising. After two weeks of enjoying every waking moment with his pregnant girlfriend, he was ready to make music again. Even if it was just a few hours a day. Only a couple days in, he felt like himself again. Taunting his bandmates and throwing around insults like they always had took so much of the pressure off. He could no longer taunt Becca, wouldn’t dare call her a slut to her face. It was too risky. His first night back, there had been plenty of that--his filthy mouth getting them both off like it used to--pre-baby bump. But after that night, he didn’t dare.

He walked in the studio at 10 a.m. with a smile on his face, inhaling the familiar smells. His inner calm was interrupted by his giggling bandmates.

“Dude, you are so fucked,” Zacky laughed and shoved a trashy looking newspaper to his chest.
Rolling his eyes, he focused on the front page--refusing to believe there was anything of value in stuff like this.

Syn Gates’ Pregnant Girlfriend a Groupie Professional

Several pictures adorned the page of him with her, pregnant, followed by her with many different men from her former life. They’d chosen men that looked like rock stars even if they weren’t. Apparently a man had sent an anonymous tip spelling out exactly what her profession consisted of, how long she had been seeing Syn--based on the random times she’d be unavailable when he was home from tour--and even how expensive she was. Fuck. No doubt some jealous ex-customer of hers. At least none of the pictures were truly incriminating. Should he be mad? He was kinda pissed, but he also knew she wouldn’t care. She never had. He used to care, back when she continued to have sex for money no matter how much he wanted her to stop, but now she was his. His.
Brian’s face dropped, though, when he realized now that she was pregnant he had no idea what to expect. She might be her normal self and think it bordered on funny. Hell, it might turn her on. Or, she might start crying--and he wasn't sure how many more times he could handle her tears before truly losing his grip on anything that resembled reality.

“Fuck me, man. I guess I should go make sure she’s alright,” He blew out an exasperated breath.
They all nodded, but Brooks pointed towards the exit, “Careful, there’s already a few reporters out there.”
Syn smirked. This, he knew how to deal with.

“What do you have to say about the accusations that your girlfriend was a prostitute?” A youngish blonde asked him as he exited the studio, shades on, while sticking her phone in his face to record his response. In his younger days, he would’ve tried to distract her by getting in her pants, but now he wasn’t even the slightest bit interested.

He kept on towards his Porsche, smirking as he stated flatly, “She was never a prostitute. That would be illegal.” And with a snort to himself, he added evenly, “She’s a little busy being eight months pregnant with my child, so I’d appreciate it if you stop calling her a whore.”

Only I’m allowed to do that, he thought as he hopped in his 911 and sped home.

***

Syn found her on the couch, balancing a plate of healthy snacks on her belly as she watched a movie. She paused it, giving him a curious look as to why he was already home. He rushed over to her to make sure she didn’t get up. Instead of explaining himself, he just handed her the newspaper and held his breath.

When she drifted a finger over the photos of them together, a light smile on her face--he could breathe again.
“Don’t we look cute,” She chortled as she gazed up at him, not even acknowledging the other photographs, “Never thought I’d be doing anything that resembled cute with the likes of you.”

Brian’s eyes blazed as he plucked the paper from her hands, “Cute doesn’t begin to cover how I feel about you right now…” He growled as he laid her back on the sofa. Reaching under her sundress, he peeled off her panties as she panted. Brian grew hard as he remembered her letting him shave her the night before. Licking his lips as he peeled his shirt over his head, he dove in between her legs.

Just when she was beginning to shake, just as she was about to reach climax, Syn sat up. Wiping his lips and chin with a palm, his dark eyes took her in as she begged him to get her off. He loved that no matter how much she complained about not being in the mood, he could always get her in one. Crooked grin at his perfect mouth, he narrowed his eyes at her,
“I’ve never liked how much you get off, Beccs, it makes you easy,” A huge whopper of a lie. He absolutely loved that about her. But her reaction to the paper was making him bolder by the second. He pointed towards their bedroom, “March that pussy into bed and get ready to satisfy my needs. Fuck your needs.”

Undoing his belt and zipper as he followed her, he groaned at the simple thoughts of being buried in her again. Even after all these years together, he still found her absolutely irresistible. When he found her on the bed already naked and that look in her eye, Brian growled and finished stripping down.

Snapping his fingers at the edge of the bed, Brian waited impatiently as she moved her ass into place and coyly put a finger in her mouth. Spreading her legs and holding up her thighs with his hands, Syn shook his head as he eyed her beautiful pussy, “Always so willing, Beccs. So fucking naughty. Even pregnant.” He loved saying it. Loved living it. Loved seeing it on her.

Sighing with relief, Brian slid inside her and nestled himself there as he closed his eyes and let it wash over him. She whimpered and he whispered her name. Starting a rhythm, he reminded himself to take it easy. These days he had to work her up to taking it hard and fast. He hoped that once he got her there that she’d be okay with only a couple, maybe three orgasms. It’s all he had in him right now--he just needed to get off and he could already tell he’d blow his load and that would be it until later.

“So fucking tight no matter how many cocks you’ve taken,” He muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes reduced to narrow slits of needy molten brown, “Now it’s mine and mine only. Fuck, do you have any idea what that means to me, Becca?” He had to go a little faster. He winced when the first one hit her and she came on his thrusting cock. God, she felt good.

“You’ve had so many men, yet I get to fuck you, get to satisfy you and call you mine and claim all your orgasms from now on? Goddammit, I’m close, baby…” He didn’t even realize that he had wound up talking himself off. Fortunately, it was definitely working for her, too. Thrusting harder and faster, Brian’s hips escalated until she clenched once more around his length and screamed his name.



“Beccs--” Brian shuddered and came inside her, eyes closing in bliss and relief when he felt that warm sensation that meant she was getting off so hard that she was squirting.

His eyes flipped open when he suddenly realized...that wasn’t her cumming. That was her water breaking.

***

Notes

Awww, yeah.
Sorry it's been soooo effin' long guys! I've realllllly loved writing this story, I just wasn't sure how I wanted to end it. Don't worry, it's not quite over--just close! But now we get a baby!

Hope you guys enjoyed it!! I'm sure I've used that gif before, but hot damn do I not care! All those little things in one gif should be sooooo illegal.
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