How can my little brother be gay and not tell me? How can my little brother be together with someone nearly twelve years older than him. That's illegal and...and I'm proud of him. I open my eyes to see bubble gum pink hair spread over the pillow next to me. Jeffree.
His eyes meet me and he winks.
"I'm sorry, for making you faint. I didn't mean to do that." He giggles softly.
"It's fine. I was just shocked." I smile.
"Anyway, Ashley will be in as soon as I leave. Imma go fuck your brother. You're one bad bitch. I like your knockers." He laughs and leaves. Ashley comes in and hugs me.
"How do you feel?" He asks pulling back. I nod.
Kellin enters and jumps on the bed.
"Mommy are you okay?" He asks cutely.
(Time lapse eight months pregnant)
Jeffree and Lukas are now engaged and the guys are on tour. I cannot go because I'm so close to the due date. Jeffree and Lukas moved into the room next door to me in the case of me going into labor.
A sudden intense pain rushes through my abdomen. Contractions, shit!
"Jeffree!" I scream. He comes rushing in with smeared makeup and his hair in rollers.
"Call Ash! Then we need to go to the hospital." I scream.