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Oh, Baby!

3

I stood outside the hospital looking down at the pictures in my hand. Pictures of a little baby. A baby that was in me. Wriggling and kicking its tiny feet, I even saw it yawn. Holy fuckballs. It’s a little person already, doing little person things. As I gazed at the picture for hundredth time, the inner turmoil began again. Syn didn’t seem interested in the slightest, he hadn’t even replied when I mentioned the scan. Still I’d better tell him, I suppose. Heaving a big sigh, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to face the father of my baby.

Syn’s POV

I lay awake, regretting last night’s decision as usual. My phone chimed loudly from the front of the bus, cutting through the haze of my morning hangover. I sat up slowly, like it might not make my head pound more than it already did. The JD had come to bed early with me again, much to the dismay of everyone else. I just didn’t feel like partying with them, I felt like being by myself and getting so shitfaced that I didn’t have to think of Aubrey and her shit. I’d fallen hook, line and sinker for the whole ‘can’t have kids’ act and now I was going to be tied down forever. How could I be Synyster Gates, badass guitarist that drank, smoked and partied my life away with a world famous metal band if I was Brian, the dad. I was one of the least fatherly people I knew; a baby just didn’t fit in with my lifestyle. A lifestyle that I didn’t really want to give up, at least not for some broad that I’d been fucking about with for a year. I mean, maybe it was a little more than fucking around but we definitely hadn’t been discussing marriage, houses and starting a family. I wasn’t ready to buy a family car, wear sensible clothes or discuss what kind of diapers to get. I definitely wasn’t ready for bodily fluids that weren’t related to excessive alcohol consumption. Shadows’ voice cuts through my thoughts.

“He has risen!” he proclaimed, grinning like a fucking idiot as he pulled open my bunk curtain. “Dude, get up. Your phone has been going fucking nuts for the last hour. Jimmy’s threatening to throw himself out of the window if it goes off again. Do you want to be responsible for the dismantling of our band?”
“Dude, chuck me a water,” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes and swinging my legs out of my bunk. “And advil. I fucking need advil.”
“Coming right up,” he replied, as my phone rang out again. “And answer your damn phone!”
I pulled myself out of my bunk and groaned. The sunlight was splitting my head in two. Matt reappeared and chuckled.
“It might make your head better, but it won’t save you from yourself,” he said, knowingly.
I flicked him the bird in reply with a grimace and followed him to the front of the bus where the rest of my brothers sat around. Jimmy jumped up.
“Oh thank God, will you please do something with this? I can’t take it anymore!” he exclaimed, theatrically thrusting my phone towards me. Once I’d removed the phone from his hand, he cheered and turned back to the band. “A round of applause for Synyster Gates everybody; he’s worked so hard to set the world record for most missed calls and messages!”
“I’m starting to wish you had jumped out of the window,” I teased, a small smile playing across my lips as Jimmy let out a fake gasp and clutched at his heart dramatically. I checked my phone and saw the name I’d been avoiding. I switched it to silent, I wasn’t ready to hear what she had to say.
“Come on man, we’ve been watching her blow your phone up all morning. Don’t your bestest ever friends get to know what’s going on?” Zacky grinned, followed quickly by Jimmy starting up again.
Synysteeeerrrr,” he sang, accompanied by a rather odd dance. “King-iest King of guitar and denialllll!”
“Geez, Jim. Don’t you think my head’s bad enough already?” I quipped, though I had to admit that my face was cracking into a smile at Jimmy’s eccentric moves.
“Well if you’d have shared some of that whiskey…” Johnny laughed, dodging my clumsy punch. Damn, I would have got him if I wasn't hungover. I flopped down on the couch in between Matt and Zacky and threw back my water and pills.
“Soooo?” Zach nudged me, gesturing at the phone. I groaned.
“Alright, alright. I can see I won’t get any rest until I do,” I relented, unlocking my phone. 7 missed calls and 3 messages, all from her. I hesitated and realised the bus had gone quiet. I looked up to 4 pairs of expectant eyes on me. I raised an eyebrow at them all.
“Are you all really that invested in my life?” I asked, only to have them all vigorously nod their heads.
“Of course we want to know what’s going on. Have you not seen yourself for the last two weeks?” Matt joked, though I could tell that there was a hint of seriousness to it. Sighing, I opened the first message as they all cheered. I vetted it and then read it out loud.

Syn, can you answer your phone? We need to talk.

“Boring!” Jimmy called out. “Next message!”
I rolled my eyes, moved on to the second message and read it out.

Come on Bri, I get things were left on a shitty note but don’t you think you owe me at least a last phone call?

“Did you break up with her or something?” Johnny asked. Jimmy waved a hand cutting him off.
“Be quiet, short shit! Bad things always come in threes, next message, my dude!” he cackled.
“Are you taking pleasure in this?” I asked in mock disbelief, managing a small laugh. I opened the third message and my smile disappeared. I could feel all eyes on me but I was frozen. Matt leaned over and looked at my screen after I’d not moved for a few seconds.
“Holy shit, Syn!” he exclaimed, triggering the others to all huddle round us. There was a moment of silence before an eruption of cheers.
“Daddy Gates!” Jimmy screeched in elation, punching my arm. My phone was passed around and my brothers all whooped and hollered around me at the message. There on the screen was a picture; a black and white, grainy looking but unmistakable image of a baby... Zacky’s voice cut through the celebration.
“Syn, please don’t tell us that this is what you’ve been fucking miserable over?” he laughed, incredulously. I looked around at all of them.
“Well… yeah,” I mumbled, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Don’t you guys realise what this means? It means no more band, no more touring. I won’t have time for this shit if Aubrey has a baby.” They all looked at one another with odd expressions.
“Oh dude, come on. Do you really think that will happen?” Johnny asked with a smirk. “I mean, sure, you’ll take some time off at first but it’s only a baby, Gates. It won’t be that way forever. Did you think we’d send you packing or something?”
“Well, no, but-” I began, but Matt cut me off.
“Baby Gates! Baby Gates!” he chanted, the others joining in until there was a rowdy chorus celebrating the very thing I’d been so afraid of.
“Guys, stop. Come on, seriously. Do you think that I would really make a good father?” I said miserably, lowering my eyes. Zacky snorted.
“You certainly nurse a bottle of whiskey just fine,” he jabbed, eliciting a chorus of laughter.
“Yeah but seriously, do I look like father material? I’m not ready for a fucking baby. They scream, they puke, they shit themselves,” I listed off, heavy hearted.
“You’ve looked after Zacky after a heavy night, it’s all the same thing,” shrugged Jimmy, ducking as a punch flew his way from the subject of his joke.
“Hey, I’ve never shit myself,” Z narrowed his eyes at Jimmy, attempting to land another punch. Jimmy threw himself to the floor and rolled clumsily.
“You’ll never get the Knife Master!” he yelled, barely avoiding another fist. A light hearted scuffle ensued but was cut off shortly by another message tone ringing out from my phone. They jumped up and everyone looked at me with wide eyes.
“Go on, bro. Open it!” Johnny urged. I steeled myself and opened the message as they all crowded round.

That’s your son, Brian. He’s due Christmas Day. Call me if you want to, A x

“IT’S A BOY!” Matt erupted. I never thought 4 men could make such a deafening noise. Matt was pouring shots of whiskey, Jimmy and Zack were jumping around, Johnny was slapping me on the back, all the while they were all rowdily chanting ‘Baby Gates’. Their elation started creeping through the fog of fear and I actually found myself smiling a little as Matt tried to hand me a shot. I grimaced and pushed it back towards him.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re a responsible father now?” he grinned, breaking away from the chant he’d started. I shook my head, chuckling.
“Dude, I honestly don’t think I can manage that shit right now after last night.”
“Hair of the dog, bro. Best thing for you,” he winked back. Fuck it. I accepted the shot as everyone raised theirs high. Matt poured his own and then turned to face everyone.
“To Baby Gates, may he fucking shred on a guitar as hard as his father does!” he bellowed. They all cheered and knocked their shots back. Matt busied himself pouring more as they excitedly discussed how crazy this whole thing was.

I crept away to my bunk quietly with my phone, looking at the ultrasound picture. I felt a bit sick, unsure if it was from nerves or the shot. I took a deep breath and skimmed through my contacts until I found her number. I had no idea what to say or whether she even wanted to speak to me but, as I heard another cheer from the front of the bus, I knew I had to say something. I tapped her name and closed my eyes, dizzy and overwhelmed.

Calling Aubrey…

Notes

Woohoo! Baby boy Gates! Come on Syn, aren't you a teeny tiny bit excited about it?

Comments

@overneaththepathofmisery
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, sorry about the tears though!

RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
4/5/19

I’ve just started and finished this today. This last chapter... The shortest of the story, with so few words said... The way you captured the feelings perfectly... I can’t breathe. I’m a crying mess.

@RamonaFoREVer
That is true... Picturing Bri with a baby in arms... argh! So cute!

kiss my sas kiss my sas
2/4/19

@kiss my sas
Thank you so much! I hope your heart is ok. He is growing up without Uncle Knifemaster, but he does have Daddy Brian <3

RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
2/4/19

Ahhhhhh!!!
I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS!!!
Sorry I am so late to the party. Freaking HECTIC weekend :( I need a weekend to recover from the weekend.
But oh no!! That was a heart wrenching ending... urgh, my heart :(
I did not see that coming... but poor little baby Jimmy, growing up without Uncle Knifemaster :(
Loved reading this! You have a way with words, and your writing style is amazing! Cannot wait to read more of your stuff :D

kiss my sas kiss my sas
2/4/19