Our big family (book three of Unbroken series)

Performing was a lot harder when you're pregnant. It was much easier to get winded and you have to make sure you're not doing anything too strenuous.
I was currently curled up in bed, thinking about earlier. Kellin was so supportive of me. He let me vent and he didn't complain. He was an ideal friend.
"Babe? Are you okay?" Andy asked, crawling into bed next to me.
"I don't know," I whispered.
"What do you mean? Is something troubling you?"
"I....I had a panic attack earlier," I admitted.
"What? What triggered it?" he asked.
"Will you still love me when I'm not a skinny?" I asked, looking up into his gorgeous, blue eyes.
"Of course I will. What kind of question is that? I love you for you, not you're body. You could weigh three hundred pounds for all I care. What brought this up?"
"Just things I've seen on twitter. Your fangirls can be kind of cruel, you know?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't control what they say. Still, you shouldn't listen to what they say.You are beautiful, even though they are too blind to see it," Andy said, kissing my lips.
"You always know the right things to say," I whispered as I snuggled up closer to him.
"Get some sleep, Kit. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
"Okay. Good night, Andy," I mumbled as I drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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"Kit, you might want to get up," Calvin whispered into my ear.
"Ugh. Why?" I groaned.
"Andy's kinda....well, you should see for yourself," Calvin sighed.
I grunted as I got up from bed. I pulled my hair up into a pony-tail and shuffled into the front lounge.
"What the fuck?" I said.
There Andy was in a drunken stupour, muttering incoherent thoughts to himself. His eyes were glazed and unfocused. His white v-neck was soaked in a mixture of sweat and beer. Ashley and CC were over in the corner, chuckling to themselves.
"Would either of you like to explain what the hell happened to my boyfriend?" I asked them.
"Well, we got to the club and he had a few. He was a bit broody, and it wasn't until he drank his fourth beer that he said anything. He said something about you and Kellin, and I think he mentioned something about crazy fangirls," CC said.
"Jesus...Okay, I'll get him to bed. Next time you decide to go out for drinks, let me know. He...he didn't by any chance flirt with any girls while he was there, did he?" I asked.
"No. You should be proud. He turned down every chick that tried throwing themselves at him," Ashley told me.
I let out a small sigh of relief. It's not that I didn't trust Andy; it's just that I don't really trust him drunk. Well, I don't trust many people when they're drunk.
I helped Andy off of the couch and he leaned his weight onto me. We slowly made our way to the bedroom and Andy collapsed onto the bed. I shut the door behind us and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Explain," I ordered.
My tone must have sobered Andy up a bit, and he sat up in bed.
"Af-after you t-told me Ke-Kellin was the one wh-who helped y-you, I g-got jeal-jealous. I w-want to be th-the one to he-help you wh-when you have pr-problems," he slurred.
"Andy, you weren't on the bus and Kellin was. There is nothing going on between us. He has a wife and a child, plus I just see him as a friend. I'm pregnant with our baby. Besides, I've told you about so many of my problems. I don't want to burden you with my issues. Anyways, sometimes I need support from more than one person. I need support from friends and family, not just you. I love you, Andy, just stop with the getting shit-faced drunk thing. I don't care if you get tipsy, but I don't want to deal with you when you're like this."
Andy nodded.
"Promise me that you won't do this again on tour?" I asked.
"I promise, Kit," Andy said quietly.
"Good," I smiled as I joined him in bed.
I kissed his cheek and he wrapped one of his arms around me. I smelled the beer and cigarettes on his breath, but I found it oddly comforting as I fell asleep.

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