Battling Bands

~Jess's POV~

"I'm-they're-it's it's negative. I'm not pregnant." I sighed. I couldn't have handled a baby, my band mates take care of me better than I do.

"Then why are you puking? I mean, that's great but then why are you sick?" Andy started rambling.

"Do you think, that I would still be sitting here if I knew why, dumbass?!" Okay so maybe I liked him more but I still hated him.

"JESS! JESS, WHERE ARE YOU?" Em yelled clear through the house.

"In the bathroom! We need to go to the hospital!" I shouted back.

"Okay, good so you know about Mattie," she said as she stumbled in, and then realized what I meant.

"What happened with Mattie?" I groaned. That bitch can't be sick as well!

"Someone forgot to mention a cat, and so she's in the hospital because she woke up with a cat on her face." Em glared at Andy.

"Well, I'm sick so we gotta go take care of me." I announced, "Don't worry, I'm not pregnant."

-Three weeks later-
I was once again in the hospital due to sickness. The last time we have no idea what happened but I threw up everything I ate for about a week. Now I've been getting morning sick for the past week and have missed my period by two... Yeah.

"Okay, we have the results back." Dr.Panstockler announced, walking into the room.

"um could everybody but Andy leave?" I asked. Andy and I have gotten over our grudges and actually, surprisingly have started dating,

"Congratulations! You are pregnant!" Dr.Panstockler cheerfully exclaimed.

"How far along is she? She's in a band that's touring, for three months starting next week." Andy anxiously asked.

"Only three weeks, plenty of time, she'll be fine." I can't believe it. I couldn't keep it. Nonononono I will be the worst mother out there, I can't do this.

"With all due respect sir, could we have some privacy?" I asked. Andy and I had some things to discuss. He left the room.

"So the little embryo is mine?" He glanced at my stomach where in a few months the baby would begin to grow. I nodded.

"Andy, I don't think I am able to take of the baby. I can barely take care of myself." I stuttered. I hated to say this but the child wouldn't have any parents to raise it.

"I understand how you feel, but could we at least wait for its first picture?" He wanted to at least see it, even if it was in the womb.

"Sure, I'll keep the beast until then."

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