It's been a whole month since Andy and I were interviewed by BryanStars. The interview was being released today, because Bryan had to take forever to upload his interviews. I was nervous as hell to find out what the reaction would be from the BVB army. They didn't even know Andy and I were back together yet, so I was expecting an explosion of some sort.

Andy had been really sweet to me through my many hormonal fits these past few weeks. Even when I would yell at him for the stupidest things, he would take it, and once I was feeling slightly back to normal, he'd tell me that he loved me.

Still, there were times when he would be a bit too attentive to me by constantly offering to do things for me. I've never been the type of person who enjoyed being patronized. Never.
I understood why though. He hadn't been there when I woke up every morning to puke my guts out, or when I would get an intense urge to give up on everything. Or when I started cutting again. The boyfriend, husband, girlfriend, whatever, should be there for their partner through every step of the pregnancy. Andy wasn't.

But, back to the fans. So many of them would probably say I ruined Andy's life or that Andy was only back with me because I was pregnant. The latter wasn't something that had occurred to me before now, but now that I thought about it, was he? Was he just back with me because he felt guilty for getting me pregnant?

"Princess?" Andy asked.

I, of course being the wierdo I was, had been laying in bed staring at the ceiling for five straight minutes.

"Yeah Andy?"

"Are you okay? You seem a little off," Andy noted.

Should I tell him what I was thinking? He'd think that what I was saying was crazy, but I didn't want to lie to him. The best way to ruin a relationship is through deciet, right?

"No, I'm not okay. Andy, I've been thinking, is the reason we're back together, is it because you feel guilty?"

He was silent. No response. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach.

"Andy, if the reason you're with me is because of guilt, I'll leave. I don't want to be with you because you may feel bad that I'm pregnant. That's not a relationship Andy."

"Mel, wait! I-I it-it's...," Andy was scrambling for words.

Tears came to my eyes. I couldn't believe this. I started packing some clothes while Andy continued to attempt to explain things to me. All I heard was broken and incomplete phrases, which meant nothing to me.

"Goodbye Andrew. I'll have one of the guys pick up the rest of my stuff later," I said coldly.

"Melanie! Please don't go!" Andy yelled.

I shook my head in disbelief and carried my bag with me outside, grabbing my keys on the way. Andy chased me out the door, but I got in the car and drove away before he could reach me.

I drove to the only place I could think of. Jinxx.

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"Mel, why are you here? It's two in the fucking morning," Jinxx grumbled while rubbing his eyes.

"A-Andy a-and I h-had a figh-fight. You were th-the fi-first person I th-thought of," I hicupped.
"Come in. Tell me about it."


I followed him into the livingroom and sat down on the couch next to him.

"Mel, what did you two fight about?"

"He asked me if I was okay, and I said no because I was thinking, what if Andy was only with me because I was pregnant with his child. I asked him if that was the reason and he didn't answer me, Jinxx. All he did was stutter out incoherrent words. I can't be with him if it's out of guilt."

Jinxx got up and stormed out of the house. What the hell was he doing? I tried to follow him, but my baby-bump made it difficult for me to move quickly. Before I knew it, Jinxx was speeding away in his car.

I walked back to the livingroom and plopped down on the couch. All I could do was wait until Jinxx got back.

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"God dammit!" I yelled. The phone rang, waking me up from my nap. Who the hell would be calling at this time of night?

"What?" I growled into the phone.

"Mel, Jinxx and Andy are fighting! What the fuck is going on?" Diamond shouted.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I'll be over in ten. Keep them there!" I ordered.

"Fine, I'll try. Just hurry. I don't want them hurting each other."

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath to try and calm myself. I rushed back outside, got in my car and drove back to John's, nervous energy coursing through my body.

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"What the hell are you two doing?!" I shouted.

I had walked in on Jinxx taking swings at Andy, who just stood there and took the beating.
They turned to me, expressions of shock and shame on their faces

"Mel, I'm sorry," Andy croaked. He looked awful with a split lip, a bloody nose, and a bruised jaw. His blue eyes were blood-shot and puffy.

"Andrew Biersack, would you care to explain what the fuck you two were doing?" I said through gritted teeth.

Andy shook his head and headed to the recording studio, leaving me to talk to Jinxx.

"Jinxx, I get you were pissed at him, but I still love him and can't stand seeing him hurt," I sighed.

"I'm sorry, it's just I know he loves you, but him letting you think for one minute that it was out of guilt that he was with you, pissed me off. I know him well enough to know he can do some pretty idiotic things, me being present through most of them, but I don't get why he wanted you to feel like he was with you because he was a father is the stupidest thing he's done yet. There has to be a reason for this. You should talk to him about it."

"Alright, I'll go check on him," I told Jinxx.

I walked into the recording studio to see Andy playing the finished recording of 'Lost It All.'

"Andrew, we need to talk," I said.

He looked up at me with tears streaking his cheeks.

"Mel, I'm so sorry. I never for a second wanted ot be with you because of guilt. Not one second. I'm sorry," he looked down and began to silently cry.

"A-Andy, look at me," I told him kindly.

His eyes met mine, and it was like a hand was trying to rip out my heart.

"Why wouldn't you answer my question earlier?"

"I-I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Of being a father. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've never been responsible for taking care of anyone besides myself before. I don't want to screw up. I've made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. I'm terrified of being responsible for something so delicate as a child. What if I suck at being a dad and our child ends up hating me? I'm twenty-one. I know nothing about being a father."

"Andrew, you are being ridiculous. You will be an amazing father. You're funny, kind, and caring. Our daughter will love you no matter what. I'm sure of it. And you have been responsible for other people, all of the BVB army. How many of them are still alive and breathing because you're music saved them? You're underestimating yourself, Andy," I said, taking his hand and placing a light kiss on it.

"I was panicking when you left, you know. I realized what an idiotic thing I had done. When Jinxx came over and started pounding on me, I took it. I deserved it."

"Andy, out of all the times you saved me, you think that you deserved to be beaten over this? Andy, you're my Batman, always remember that."

"You only called me Batman-."

"When I told you I was raped and when you found out about my eating dissorder, I know," I smiled sadly.

"I still want to find that asshole and kick his ass," Andy growled.

"If you do, save me a few punches. But Andy, promise me one thing."

"Anything," he said, looking into my eyes.

"Never do this to me again."

"Never," he whispered, pulling me into a deep and passionate kiss.

Notes

So I wrote a lot when I was serving my first high school detention today, so here is a treat for y'all. There are only about five-ish more chapters in this story. Once I'm done with this story I'm planning on taking a break until after December 14th because this story is taking up time I really need to put towards my studies and memorizing for the play and my School of Rock performance. I love you duckies!