I'm really not okay.
Chapter 31- Copeland
Kellin POV
Shit.
Fuck.
Shitting fuck.
Fucking shit.
What the fuck do I fucking do?
What the fuck is going on?
Seriously, this just had to happen at Frank's mother's funeral.
"Kellin!" I hear Hayley shout, snapping me out of my shock.
"Right, fuck. Okay, I'll fill in one of the drivers," I say, rushed through my nerves.
"Fuck, Kelli, no! Stay, please!" Katelynne cries. I turn back around and rush to her side. I may not want her or this child but regardless of that, it is my responsibility to care for her right now.
"I'll get someone," Hayley suggests, rushing off.
"I'll get everyone else back to the house," Gerard says as he wraps an arm around Frank, who is stood lifeless. His eyes are puffy, even redder then they were with just the eyeshadow, and he had black tears down his face. I nod and everyone follows Gerard. Everyone except Bob. Shit. I can't handle this shit right now.
"Kellin, what the fuck?" he asks, seemingly pissed off.
"Well, um," I start when I am interrupted by a scream from Katelynne,
"Fuck, Kelli, it hurts so fucking bad!" she squeals, I offer her my hand and she squeezes it. With my other hand I rub her back soothingly.
"Tends to happen when you're stupid enough to get knocked up..." Bob snarls.
"Bob!" I snap and he looks even more pissed off than he had a moment ago,
"Fucking what? It's true. What does she expect it to feel like when there is a human trying to escape her anorexic body!?"
"Excuse me!?" Katelynne snaps before she shouts again.
"You heard!" He retorts. I like Bob but he isn't good at comebacks... he is better at being physical. I inwardly laugh at my completely inappropriately timed joke. Get your shit together Kellin. "And Kellin, what the fuck is going on? You looked like you hated her and now you're stood here while she is being whiny and shit?" he whispers to me.
"Look, Bob, I should have said this before but..." I try again to explain in a hushed voice.
"OKAY! THIS DRIVER WILL TAKE US TO ROYAL BERKS HOSPITAL! HURRY UP AND GET OVER HERE!" Hayley shouts.
"I'll explain later just come with us and be nice," I whisper before I pick Katelynne up 'bridal style' and carry her to the car. She rest her head on my shoulder as I carry her and I can feel that she is crying from the damp spot that is forming. "Shh, it'll be okay," I soothe her. How the fuck am I keeping so calm? Internally I am on a huge fucking freak out.
"Easy for you to say! You don't have to look after this thing for your whole life!" she growls at me. I sigh, guilt heavy in my heart, but say nothing. What the fuck would I even say 'yeah, I suppose you're right' or 'no, it is my responsibility too and I'll look after it,'? The first sounds rude and the second is a fucking lie. I am going to support the baby as best I can but I don't want anything to do with it, or with Katelynne. Or is that harsh? Do I even mean that? Katelynne was always so loving... well when she wasn't an obsessive and controlling bitch.
I sit us in the back seats next to Hayley and Bob climbs awkwardly into the passenger seat. I sit in the middle, scooting over to give Katelynne as much room as possible whilst letting her cling to me to distract from the pain. The driver heads off immediately. Katelynne loosens her grip on me and her breathing becomes somewhat less rapid. "I'm okay, the pain has stopped, false alarm?" she suggests.
"Unless you peed yourself then no, you are in labour. Your contractions aren't constant. They come in waves. When they get to be about four minutes apart then you're meant to go to hospital and you've had two contractions in the past ten minutes so I guess that's close enough," Hayley says, awkwardly. You see, when Hayley feels awkward she spouts off random bits of knowledge.
"Right," Katelynne says. "Why the fuck don't I know this? I should know this shit! I am due in three weeks! I should have learnt this shit months ago!"
"Wait, shit, three weeks?" I ask panicked.
"Are you serious? I have told you that so many fucking times!" she snaps.
"But this is really fucking early, right? This is like a proper premature baby and shit?" I panic.
"I don't fucking- SHIT!" Katelynne screams. She one again resumes clinging to me and squeezing. I know it is helping her and shit but she is seriously fucking hurting me!
"How far are we from the hospital?" I ask in a squeak of pain to the driver.
"Five," he says. Thank fuck.
Katelynne POV
"Kelli," I gasp through the pain and shallow breathes.
"What?" he squeals... I'm pretty sure that I'm hurting him now but I couldn't care less. He has caused me all of this fucking pain when he knocked me up! And then he had to go off and be gay? What the fuck?
"Fucking sing to me!" I snap. Kelli flinches before he nods quickly.
"What should I sing?" he asks me, caution in his voice.
"Our song, sing me our fucking song!" I demand. Kellin stares at me blankly. He doesn't remember. Of course he doesn't remember. Why would he remember? I never meant anything to him. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care about our baby. He never even loved me. Before I know it I find myself crying. Kellin starts rubbing my back. I hear a few whispers above the sounds of my sobbing.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you," Kelli sings into my ear. He remembers. I instantly smile, even though tears are still streaming from my eyes and my stomach is tight and painful. I look up at him and smile.
"'Cause I know that you feel me somehow,
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't wanna go home right now," he continues. His voice is so beautiful. I felt it soothe me and distract me from the pain. Before he had the chance to continue the car stops.
"We're here," the driver says to us, emotionless. He is acting as if this is no big deal. Well you know what? This is a big deal! A huge fucking deal! I am about to have a fucking baby! My life is about to become all about someone else... well even more that it is about Kellin. I grumpily open the door and stop into A&E, the contractions have ceased and I am currently able to walk, or stomp, unassisted.
"Hello, how can I help?" the woman at the front desk asks.
"She is in labour," I hear Kellin say from behind me. He is followed by Hayley and Bob. Why the fuck is he even here? Kellin's fucking boyfriend has no right at the birth of our fucking child. I am about to shout at him for his mere presence when the receptionist directs us to the labour ward. Kellin puts his arm around my waist to help me there. I smile up at him as I feel sparks rush through my body. I love him so much. We walk down the halls for about three minutes before I feel that burning clench in my abdomen again.
"Fuck!" I shout as I double over, clenching my stomach. Suddenly I feel myself lifted from the floor. I look up and see my Kelli holding me in his strong arms. He may lack muscle but he isn't exactly weak. I thank him as much as I can without speaking. I don't trust whatever I say not to be screams of profanities.
Kellin walks us into the ward and a midwife instantly approaches us. "Is she okay?" he asks concerned.
"Labour. Contractions every three minutes," he... explains? Whatever, the midwife got the point and takes us into an empty room.
"Place her on the bed, I'll go and get a colleague," she says and I nod. Kellin places me onto the bed.
"Don't let go of me, please," I whimper in fear and pain. Kellin nods and steps back slightly but keeps a firm grasp of my hands.
"Okay, so, could I take your name?" I hear come from a rather large woman at the door.
"Katel..." I attempt, stopped by a groan of pain.
"Katelynne Quinn," Kellin says.
Bob POV
'our song'... What the fuck? Their fucking song? They were a couple? Or maybe they are a couple? Shit! Is that Kellin's fucking baby? What the fuck!?
I panic in silence as Kellin begins singing. Wow. His voice is beautiful. It isn't as beautiful as Gerar- No, Bob! Stop that shit! He is with Frank! He is your friend not your boyfriend... that'd be Kellin...
We arrive at the hospital and are directed to the maternity ward. Kellin places Katelynne on the bed.
"Don't let go of me, please," she whimpers. Kellin nods and steps away from her but leaves his hands in her grasp.
"Okay, so, could I take your name?" a woman, I assume the colleague that the previous midwife had referred to, asks as she walks in and straight to Katelynne.
"Katel..." she starts, cut off my a groan.
"Katelynne Quinn," Kellin says.
Quinn... Quinn... Fucking Quinn... I look at Kellin in disbelief. This is his fucking sister? Why didn't he tell me about her? And why the fuck do they hate eachother so much? Whatever, atleast it is better than the alternative.
"Date of birth?"
"May twenty second, 1994," Kellin answered for her again. The midwife nodded.
"Who would you be?" she asks Kellin.
"I am Kellin Quinn," he says as Katelynne audibly sighs. I guess the pain has subsided.
"He's the father," she explains to the midwife. She just smiles writing down the new informa... Wait... What?
"Fucking what!?" I shout involuntarily. Kellin's head snaps around and he mutters 'fuck' before he looks to Hayley, possibly seeking help with whatever fucking bullshit explanation I was about to receive.
"And who's this?" the midwife asks angrily. Clearly she disapproves of my outburst. Katelynne is just smirking as Kellin is stood blubbing like a fucking idiot.
"That's Bob, he's my... friend," Kellin informs the midwife. His friend. His friend? Last I checked, friends don't fuck! Fucking what the fuck?
"Right, Bob, you'll have to wait outside," she says in a snooty tone.
"Don't fucking worry about it, I'm out of here!" I say, glaring at Kellin as I leave. Fucking arsehole.
Kellin POV
Shit.
What have I done.
"Bob!" I call as I make my way to the door, intent on catching him and explaining. Bob isn't just a fucking friend. I don't know why I panicked so much and said that. Such a fucking cliche mistake!
"Fuck!" Katelynne shouts out. "Kellin, I need you!" she shouts again. I look over to her then out into the hallway to the Bob, who is quickly leaving. With a sigh I move back to Katelynne.
"I'm here," I say with a forced smile as she squeezes the hand that I'd offered her.
"You two are a lovely couple," the midwife comments. Katelynne beams at that even through the pain as I grimace. "Right, let's get this baby out of you!" she says jokingly to Katelynne, who nods in reply. "Mam', unless you're family..." she begins to Hayley.
"No worries, I will go outside and make the necessary calls," she says with a smile. She rushes over to us, taking Katelynne's phone from the pocket of the coat that was still around her body. Hayley rushes outside and, with a soft 'good luck', she gently shuts the door.
"Okay, Katelynne. We'll need you to change into this real quick," the woman says, holding up a hospital gown.
Hayley POV
"Hello, is this Katelynne Quinn's mother?" I ask as soon as the ringing stops.
"Yes, why? Has there been an accident?"
"Shit, no! I'm not the authorities or anything, I'm just Kellin's sister," I awkwardly answer. "Anyway, Ketelynne is in labour,"... wow Hayley, was that really the best fucking way to go about things?
"Right, why are you calling me?" she asks.
"Your daughter is in labour?" I say but it seems to come out as a question.
"Well she may be my daughter by law but after she has put our family to shame by getting pregnant and marrying so early she is no longer my responsibility," she responds coldly. Well fuck.
"Umm..." I awkwardly say into the phone.
"Is there anything else?" she asks, irritation in her voice.
"Where the fuck is she living?"
"With you, as she has been for the past two weeks,"
"No, she hasn't... she arrived two days ago,,,"
"Oh, right. I don't know where she's been then. No bother, goodbye and please don't call again," and with that she hangs up.
That was the weirdest conversation of my life and I've spoken to people on LSD...
Who else to call? Anyone? Nope. Everyone who cares about this labour knows. I guess I should just wait.
I am sat in the waiting room for twenty minutes before I get a call. To my delight it is form Izzy.
"Hey," I say happily as I answer the phone.
"Hey, Hay," she says, chuckling at the repetition. Even with the chuckle I can tell that she is feeling broken.
"What's up, buttercup?" I ask and Izzy just huffs.
"Well everyone just went home, except Gerard of course who stayed with Frankie. So now I'm sat alone and I realised that I missed your voice... and that I hadn't heard anything about the baby yet,"
"Right, shit, the baby is currently on a mission to escape the uterus. And that is cute... not the uterus escape... the missing my voice. You're so adorable," I say with a fond smile.
"Shut the hell up!" she jokes.
"You can't even make me, we aren't even nearly close enough for you to tickle me so ha!" I joke right back causing Izzy to chuckle. Izzy's cute laugh only widens my smile.
"Why did Bob accompany you guys?" she asks once her laughter stops.
"Shit, Bob!" I instantly remember. "Relationship drama, don't worry, honey," I say as I look up at the clock. Bob had been gone for about half an hour. "I'm really sorry but I have to sort something out, I'll call you back, later," I offer.
"Okay, as long as you remember," Izzy says and I can hear her smile. "Bye,"
"Bye, honey," I say as I hang up. Looking through the contacts on my phone I call Gerard.
"Hello, Gee?" I say once he answers the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" he whispers.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Frank is sleeping,"
"Oh right, well basically there was dramatic relationship shit and Bob left and I don't know where he is," I explain as simply as I can.
"Okay, well I'll get hold of him and sort this shit. What should I say to him?"
"Just tell him that Kellin panicked, he didn't mean it. And that he wanted to tell him about Katelynne but he didn't know how," I say and Gerard assures me that he'll do it before he hangs up.
Gerard POV
I lift Franks head from where it rested on my chest and softly settle him onto the bed. I walk out of his room and down to the living room. As soon as I enter the room I call Bob.
"Hi," he sighs out. Wow. He sounds like shit.
"Dude, what's up?" I say as casually as possible.
"Nothing, why are you calling Gerard?" he asks with a huff.
"Well, I'm calling about Kellin..."
"Stop right there," he says angrily.
"No, listen. He is fucking stupid for not telling you about Katelynne but how do you tell your boyfriend of mere days hat you're married with a baby on the way?" I say, trying to rationalise with him.
"Okay, I get that but what he said..."
"No, dude, he didn't mean it! He just panicked. It isn't like he was in a very calm and average situation, right?" I rationalise again, hoping that I'm making sense because I don't know what Kellin even said as no one told me.
"I guess..."
"Look, we both know that I'm right so go back there and tell him that you forgive him and don't want to argue because you want to be with him and that gross relationship stuff," I joke.
"Okay, thanks, Gee," Bob says and I assure him that I'm always here to help before I hang up and make my way back up to my sleeping Frank. It's only 5PM but I'm sure that, having had such an emotional day, he would have no problem sleeping all night. I remove my suit and throw on one of Frank's larger tops and do the same to him. I crawl into bad and snuggle up into his side. I must have woken him because I feel his arms tighten around me and he kisses my head before we both drift into a much needed sleep.
Kellin POV
"Okay, you're really close now, Katelynne," the midwife encourages. "Just a few more pushes, can you do that?"
"Shit, I don't know, I'm so fucking tired and it hurts so much!" she cries as she squeezes my arm.
"C'mon, Katelynne, you're going to get through this, just a little more and it'll be over," I reassure her and she looks up at me, nodding with tears in her eyes.
Katelynne screams as she pushes and I soothe her with gentle words as kisses to the head. It may be weird and relationshippy but she needed it to get through this.
"Katelynne, you're so close, I can see the head, keep going!" the midwife says.
Katelynne pushes more. "Yes, just push out the shoulders and you'll have no rtouble. Come on, darling!" the midwife continues.
With a scream she pushes out the shoulder.
"One more push!"
One final scream and push later and crying errupts the room. Shit. She did it.
The midwife places the baby straight into Katelynne's arms. "It's a girl," she says gleefully.
A girl.
I have made a baby girl.
As soon as I look at her I know that I love her. I love this baby and I instantly change all that I'd said before. She is my baby and I will look after her.
"Shit, Katelynne, you fucking did it. You just gave birth to our baby," I say in awe. The midwife comes over to us.
"I'm sorry about this but we'll have to take her away to observe her. As you said she is premature and three weeks isn't too bad but we'd rather besafe than sorry," she says and I nod. Katelynne hands over own baby girl. The midwife leaves and I turn to Katelynne who is visibly tired.
"I'm so proud of you," I whisper. She hums and smiles, shutting her eyes.
"Sing, please?" she asks. So I do. I continue singing as I had earlier until she falls asleep.
I sit in the chair by the bed, waiting for news on my baby. As I wait, I check my phone. I find a few texts from my mother asking how everything was. I replied simply telling her that it was all fine and I had a beautiful baby girl. I also had a text from Hayley saying that she left to go home and that she hoped everything as okay. I reply with a practically identical text as I'd sent my mother and sit there quietly, peacefully.
There is a soft knock at my door. "Come in," I softly say.
"Hey," I hear, I turn my head to see Bob at the door. I instantly smile brightly.
"Bob, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I said! And I meant to tell you!" I rush, my voice still hushed for Katelynne's sake.Instead of responding verbally, Bob walks over and kisses me softly. I kiss back but as soon as he pulls back I send him a questioning look.
“It’s okay, Kels. I understand and forgive you,” I smile at that and kiss him again, much more passionate than the first kiss which had been simple. We are interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hello, Mr. Quinn?” A short woman calls as she opens the door.
“Yep?” I ask, popping the p.
“Birth certificate,” she simply says and I smile as my thoughts are brought back to my beautiful daughter. I walk oer and grab the clipboard and pen, signing my name and writing my daughter’s new name with a smile. Me and Katelynne had discussed it before I left and I honestly loved the name, it was my idea. “Thank you, sir. I’ll come back to get your wife to sign it once she is awake,” she says and, at the mention of Katelynne being my wife, Bob frowns. I smile at the lady and she leaves. I kiss Bob gently.
“It’s okay, I never wanted her, Bob, and I still don’t. I want you, okay?” I say, cupping his face in my hands. Bob smiles and leans into my touch.
“So, what did you name her?” Bob asks, curious. I smile as I think of my baby girl and how much her name means to me.
“Copeland,”
Shit.
Fuck.
Shitting fuck.
Fucking shit.
What the fuck do I fucking do?
What the fuck is going on?
Seriously, this just had to happen at Frank's mother's funeral.
"Kellin!" I hear Hayley shout, snapping me out of my shock.
"Right, fuck. Okay, I'll fill in one of the drivers," I say, rushed through my nerves.
"Fuck, Kelli, no! Stay, please!" Katelynne cries. I turn back around and rush to her side. I may not want her or this child but regardless of that, it is my responsibility to care for her right now.
"I'll get someone," Hayley suggests, rushing off.
"I'll get everyone else back to the house," Gerard says as he wraps an arm around Frank, who is stood lifeless. His eyes are puffy, even redder then they were with just the eyeshadow, and he had black tears down his face. I nod and everyone follows Gerard. Everyone except Bob. Shit. I can't handle this shit right now.
"Kellin, what the fuck?" he asks, seemingly pissed off.
"Well, um," I start when I am interrupted by a scream from Katelynne,
"Fuck, Kelli, it hurts so fucking bad!" she squeals, I offer her my hand and she squeezes it. With my other hand I rub her back soothingly.
"Tends to happen when you're stupid enough to get knocked up..." Bob snarls.
"Bob!" I snap and he looks even more pissed off than he had a moment ago,
"Fucking what? It's true. What does she expect it to feel like when there is a human trying to escape her anorexic body!?"
"Excuse me!?" Katelynne snaps before she shouts again.
"You heard!" He retorts. I like Bob but he isn't good at comebacks... he is better at being physical. I inwardly laugh at my completely inappropriately timed joke. Get your shit together Kellin. "And Kellin, what the fuck is going on? You looked like you hated her and now you're stood here while she is being whiny and shit?" he whispers to me.
"Look, Bob, I should have said this before but..." I try again to explain in a hushed voice.
"OKAY! THIS DRIVER WILL TAKE US TO ROYAL BERKS HOSPITAL! HURRY UP AND GET OVER HERE!" Hayley shouts.
"I'll explain later just come with us and be nice," I whisper before I pick Katelynne up 'bridal style' and carry her to the car. She rest her head on my shoulder as I carry her and I can feel that she is crying from the damp spot that is forming. "Shh, it'll be okay," I soothe her. How the fuck am I keeping so calm? Internally I am on a huge fucking freak out.
"Easy for you to say! You don't have to look after this thing for your whole life!" she growls at me. I sigh, guilt heavy in my heart, but say nothing. What the fuck would I even say 'yeah, I suppose you're right' or 'no, it is my responsibility too and I'll look after it,'? The first sounds rude and the second is a fucking lie. I am going to support the baby as best I can but I don't want anything to do with it, or with Katelynne. Or is that harsh? Do I even mean that? Katelynne was always so loving... well when she wasn't an obsessive and controlling bitch.
I sit us in the back seats next to Hayley and Bob climbs awkwardly into the passenger seat. I sit in the middle, scooting over to give Katelynne as much room as possible whilst letting her cling to me to distract from the pain. The driver heads off immediately. Katelynne loosens her grip on me and her breathing becomes somewhat less rapid. "I'm okay, the pain has stopped, false alarm?" she suggests.
"Unless you peed yourself then no, you are in labour. Your contractions aren't constant. They come in waves. When they get to be about four minutes apart then you're meant to go to hospital and you've had two contractions in the past ten minutes so I guess that's close enough," Hayley says, awkwardly. You see, when Hayley feels awkward she spouts off random bits of knowledge.
"Right," Katelynne says. "Why the fuck don't I know this? I should know this shit! I am due in three weeks! I should have learnt this shit months ago!"
"Wait, shit, three weeks?" I ask panicked.
"Are you serious? I have told you that so many fucking times!" she snaps.
"But this is really fucking early, right? This is like a proper premature baby and shit?" I panic.
"I don't fucking- SHIT!" Katelynne screams. She one again resumes clinging to me and squeezing. I know it is helping her and shit but she is seriously fucking hurting me!
"How far are we from the hospital?" I ask in a squeak of pain to the driver.
"Five," he says. Thank fuck.
Katelynne POV
"Kelli," I gasp through the pain and shallow breathes.
"What?" he squeals... I'm pretty sure that I'm hurting him now but I couldn't care less. He has caused me all of this fucking pain when he knocked me up! And then he had to go off and be gay? What the fuck?
"Fucking sing to me!" I snap. Kelli flinches before he nods quickly.
"What should I sing?" he asks me, caution in his voice.
"Our song, sing me our fucking song!" I demand. Kellin stares at me blankly. He doesn't remember. Of course he doesn't remember. Why would he remember? I never meant anything to him. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care about our baby. He never even loved me. Before I know it I find myself crying. Kellin starts rubbing my back. I hear a few whispers above the sounds of my sobbing.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you," Kelli sings into my ear. He remembers. I instantly smile, even though tears are still streaming from my eyes and my stomach is tight and painful. I look up at him and smile.
"'Cause I know that you feel me somehow,
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't wanna go home right now," he continues. His voice is so beautiful. I felt it soothe me and distract me from the pain. Before he had the chance to continue the car stops.
"We're here," the driver says to us, emotionless. He is acting as if this is no big deal. Well you know what? This is a big deal! A huge fucking deal! I am about to have a fucking baby! My life is about to become all about someone else... well even more that it is about Kellin. I grumpily open the door and stop into A&E, the contractions have ceased and I am currently able to walk, or stomp, unassisted.
"Hello, how can I help?" the woman at the front desk asks.
"She is in labour," I hear Kellin say from behind me. He is followed by Hayley and Bob. Why the fuck is he even here? Kellin's fucking boyfriend has no right at the birth of our fucking child. I am about to shout at him for his mere presence when the receptionist directs us to the labour ward. Kellin puts his arm around my waist to help me there. I smile up at him as I feel sparks rush through my body. I love him so much. We walk down the halls for about three minutes before I feel that burning clench in my abdomen again.
"Fuck!" I shout as I double over, clenching my stomach. Suddenly I feel myself lifted from the floor. I look up and see my Kelli holding me in his strong arms. He may lack muscle but he isn't exactly weak. I thank him as much as I can without speaking. I don't trust whatever I say not to be screams of profanities.
Kellin walks us into the ward and a midwife instantly approaches us. "Is she okay?" he asks concerned.
"Labour. Contractions every three minutes," he... explains? Whatever, the midwife got the point and takes us into an empty room.
"Place her on the bed, I'll go and get a colleague," she says and I nod. Kellin places me onto the bed.
"Don't let go of me, please," I whimper in fear and pain. Kellin nods and steps back slightly but keeps a firm grasp of my hands.
"Okay, so, could I take your name?" I hear come from a rather large woman at the door.
"Katel..." I attempt, stopped by a groan of pain.
"Katelynne Quinn," Kellin says.
Bob POV
'our song'... What the fuck? Their fucking song? They were a couple? Or maybe they are a couple? Shit! Is that Kellin's fucking baby? What the fuck!?
I panic in silence as Kellin begins singing. Wow. His voice is beautiful. It isn't as beautiful as Gerar- No, Bob! Stop that shit! He is with Frank! He is your friend not your boyfriend... that'd be Kellin...
We arrive at the hospital and are directed to the maternity ward. Kellin places Katelynne on the bed.
"Don't let go of me, please," she whimpers. Kellin nods and steps away from her but leaves his hands in her grasp.
"Okay, so, could I take your name?" a woman, I assume the colleague that the previous midwife had referred to, asks as she walks in and straight to Katelynne.
"Katel..." she starts, cut off my a groan.
"Katelynne Quinn," Kellin says.
Quinn... Quinn... Fucking Quinn... I look at Kellin in disbelief. This is his fucking sister? Why didn't he tell me about her? And why the fuck do they hate eachother so much? Whatever, atleast it is better than the alternative.
"Date of birth?"
"May twenty second, 1994," Kellin answered for her again. The midwife nodded.
"Who would you be?" she asks Kellin.
"I am Kellin Quinn," he says as Katelynne audibly sighs. I guess the pain has subsided.
"He's the father," she explains to the midwife. She just smiles writing down the new informa... Wait... What?
"Fucking what!?" I shout involuntarily. Kellin's head snaps around and he mutters 'fuck' before he looks to Hayley, possibly seeking help with whatever fucking bullshit explanation I was about to receive.
"And who's this?" the midwife asks angrily. Clearly she disapproves of my outburst. Katelynne is just smirking as Kellin is stood blubbing like a fucking idiot.
"That's Bob, he's my... friend," Kellin informs the midwife. His friend. His friend? Last I checked, friends don't fuck! Fucking what the fuck?
"Right, Bob, you'll have to wait outside," she says in a snooty tone.
"Don't fucking worry about it, I'm out of here!" I say, glaring at Kellin as I leave. Fucking arsehole.
Kellin POV
Shit.
What have I done.
"Bob!" I call as I make my way to the door, intent on catching him and explaining. Bob isn't just a fucking friend. I don't know why I panicked so much and said that. Such a fucking cliche mistake!
"Fuck!" Katelynne shouts out. "Kellin, I need you!" she shouts again. I look over to her then out into the hallway to the Bob, who is quickly leaving. With a sigh I move back to Katelynne.
"I'm here," I say with a forced smile as she squeezes the hand that I'd offered her.
"You two are a lovely couple," the midwife comments. Katelynne beams at that even through the pain as I grimace. "Right, let's get this baby out of you!" she says jokingly to Katelynne, who nods in reply. "Mam', unless you're family..." she begins to Hayley.
"No worries, I will go outside and make the necessary calls," she says with a smile. She rushes over to us, taking Katelynne's phone from the pocket of the coat that was still around her body. Hayley rushes outside and, with a soft 'good luck', she gently shuts the door.
"Okay, Katelynne. We'll need you to change into this real quick," the woman says, holding up a hospital gown.
Hayley POV
"Hello, is this Katelynne Quinn's mother?" I ask as soon as the ringing stops.
"Yes, why? Has there been an accident?"
"Shit, no! I'm not the authorities or anything, I'm just Kellin's sister," I awkwardly answer. "Anyway, Ketelynne is in labour,"... wow Hayley, was that really the best fucking way to go about things?
"Right, why are you calling me?" she asks.
"Your daughter is in labour?" I say but it seems to come out as a question.
"Well she may be my daughter by law but after she has put our family to shame by getting pregnant and marrying so early she is no longer my responsibility," she responds coldly. Well fuck.
"Umm..." I awkwardly say into the phone.
"Is there anything else?" she asks, irritation in her voice.
"Where the fuck is she living?"
"With you, as she has been for the past two weeks,"
"No, she hasn't... she arrived two days ago,,,"
"Oh, right. I don't know where she's been then. No bother, goodbye and please don't call again," and with that she hangs up.
That was the weirdest conversation of my life and I've spoken to people on LSD...
Who else to call? Anyone? Nope. Everyone who cares about this labour knows. I guess I should just wait.
I am sat in the waiting room for twenty minutes before I get a call. To my delight it is form Izzy.
"Hey," I say happily as I answer the phone.
"Hey, Hay," she says, chuckling at the repetition. Even with the chuckle I can tell that she is feeling broken.
"What's up, buttercup?" I ask and Izzy just huffs.
"Well everyone just went home, except Gerard of course who stayed with Frankie. So now I'm sat alone and I realised that I missed your voice... and that I hadn't heard anything about the baby yet,"
"Right, shit, the baby is currently on a mission to escape the uterus. And that is cute... not the uterus escape... the missing my voice. You're so adorable," I say with a fond smile.
"Shut the hell up!" she jokes.
"You can't even make me, we aren't even nearly close enough for you to tickle me so ha!" I joke right back causing Izzy to chuckle. Izzy's cute laugh only widens my smile.
"Why did Bob accompany you guys?" she asks once her laughter stops.
"Shit, Bob!" I instantly remember. "Relationship drama, don't worry, honey," I say as I look up at the clock. Bob had been gone for about half an hour. "I'm really sorry but I have to sort something out, I'll call you back, later," I offer.
"Okay, as long as you remember," Izzy says and I can hear her smile. "Bye,"
"Bye, honey," I say as I hang up. Looking through the contacts on my phone I call Gerard.
"Hello, Gee?" I say once he answers the phone.
"Hey, what's up?" he whispers.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Frank is sleeping,"
"Oh right, well basically there was dramatic relationship shit and Bob left and I don't know where he is," I explain as simply as I can.
"Okay, well I'll get hold of him and sort this shit. What should I say to him?"
"Just tell him that Kellin panicked, he didn't mean it. And that he wanted to tell him about Katelynne but he didn't know how," I say and Gerard assures me that he'll do it before he hangs up.
Gerard POV
I lift Franks head from where it rested on my chest and softly settle him onto the bed. I walk out of his room and down to the living room. As soon as I enter the room I call Bob.
"Hi," he sighs out. Wow. He sounds like shit.
"Dude, what's up?" I say as casually as possible.
"Nothing, why are you calling Gerard?" he asks with a huff.
"Well, I'm calling about Kellin..."
"Stop right there," he says angrily.
"No, listen. He is fucking stupid for not telling you about Katelynne but how do you tell your boyfriend of mere days hat you're married with a baby on the way?" I say, trying to rationalise with him.
"Okay, I get that but what he said..."
"No, dude, he didn't mean it! He just panicked. It isn't like he was in a very calm and average situation, right?" I rationalise again, hoping that I'm making sense because I don't know what Kellin even said as no one told me.
"I guess..."
"Look, we both know that I'm right so go back there and tell him that you forgive him and don't want to argue because you want to be with him and that gross relationship stuff," I joke.
"Okay, thanks, Gee," Bob says and I assure him that I'm always here to help before I hang up and make my way back up to my sleeping Frank. It's only 5PM but I'm sure that, having had such an emotional day, he would have no problem sleeping all night. I remove my suit and throw on one of Frank's larger tops and do the same to him. I crawl into bad and snuggle up into his side. I must have woken him because I feel his arms tighten around me and he kisses my head before we both drift into a much needed sleep.
Kellin POV
"Okay, you're really close now, Katelynne," the midwife encourages. "Just a few more pushes, can you do that?"
"Shit, I don't know, I'm so fucking tired and it hurts so much!" she cries as she squeezes my arm.
"C'mon, Katelynne, you're going to get through this, just a little more and it'll be over," I reassure her and she looks up at me, nodding with tears in her eyes.
Katelynne screams as she pushes and I soothe her with gentle words as kisses to the head. It may be weird and relationshippy but she needed it to get through this.
"Katelynne, you're so close, I can see the head, keep going!" the midwife says.
Katelynne pushes more. "Yes, just push out the shoulders and you'll have no rtouble. Come on, darling!" the midwife continues.
With a scream she pushes out the shoulder.
"One more push!"
One final scream and push later and crying errupts the room. Shit. She did it.
The midwife places the baby straight into Katelynne's arms. "It's a girl," she says gleefully.
A girl.
I have made a baby girl.
As soon as I look at her I know that I love her. I love this baby and I instantly change all that I'd said before. She is my baby and I will look after her.
"Shit, Katelynne, you fucking did it. You just gave birth to our baby," I say in awe. The midwife comes over to us.
"I'm sorry about this but we'll have to take her away to observe her. As you said she is premature and three weeks isn't too bad but we'd rather besafe than sorry," she says and I nod. Katelynne hands over own baby girl. The midwife leaves and I turn to Katelynne who is visibly tired.
"I'm so proud of you," I whisper. She hums and smiles, shutting her eyes.
"Sing, please?" she asks. So I do. I continue singing as I had earlier until she falls asleep.
I sit in the chair by the bed, waiting for news on my baby. As I wait, I check my phone. I find a few texts from my mother asking how everything was. I replied simply telling her that it was all fine and I had a beautiful baby girl. I also had a text from Hayley saying that she left to go home and that she hoped everything as okay. I reply with a practically identical text as I'd sent my mother and sit there quietly, peacefully.
There is a soft knock at my door. "Come in," I softly say.
"Hey," I hear, I turn my head to see Bob at the door. I instantly smile brightly.
"Bob, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I said! And I meant to tell you!" I rush, my voice still hushed for Katelynne's sake.Instead of responding verbally, Bob walks over and kisses me softly. I kiss back but as soon as he pulls back I send him a questioning look.
“It’s okay, Kels. I understand and forgive you,” I smile at that and kiss him again, much more passionate than the first kiss which had been simple. We are interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hello, Mr. Quinn?” A short woman calls as she opens the door.
“Yep?” I ask, popping the p.
“Birth certificate,” she simply says and I smile as my thoughts are brought back to my beautiful daughter. I walk oer and grab the clipboard and pen, signing my name and writing my daughter’s new name with a smile. Me and Katelynne had discussed it before I left and I honestly loved the name, it was my idea. “Thank you, sir. I’ll come back to get your wife to sign it once she is awake,” she says and, at the mention of Katelynne being my wife, Bob frowns. I smile at the lady and she leaves. I kiss Bob gently.
“It’s okay, I never wanted her, Bob, and I still don’t. I want you, okay?” I say, cupping his face in my hands. Bob smiles and leans into my touch.
“So, what did you name her?” Bob asks, curious. I smile as I think of my baby girl and how much her name means to me.
“Copeland,”
Notes
I'M SORRY THIS UPDATE TOOK FIVE DAYS!BUT I AM LITERALLY CRYING BECAUSE I FINISHED THIS AND MY LAPTOP DIED!
SO AFTER TRYING AND FAILING TO WRITE IT ALL WEEK I COMPLETE IT TO AN OKAY STANDARD AND THEN I LOST IT!
I WROTE THIS SO MANY TIMES AND HAD TO SCRAP IT BECAUSE LIKE... LABOUR AND STUFF... IDK ABOUT THAT SHIT BUT I STUPIDLY SET IT UP SO I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT!
Anyhow this is the best I managed... I hate it... :L
MY UPDATES KEEP BEING LONG! THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS 1000ish WORDS AND NOW THE AVERAGE CHAPTER IS LIKE 2800! :L INCONSISTENT MUCH!?!?
And single POV will probably be back next chapter
Okay, there are a few things I wanted to get your guys input with.
- I want to write one shots but need people to send me pairing and prompts and stuff because I just don't have the confidence to randomly upload something... this wasn't even a random thing, it was for a friend. Okay so yeah, please message me prompts or comments if you have one! :3
I found this (http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/bjG_J3cJ6Nw/hqdefault.jpg) when I searched 'Easy Peasy Pumpkin Peasy, Pumpkin Pie Motherfuckers GIF' and call me crazy but I think this looks like Gerard and Frank. I'd say the one on the right (who I think looks like Gee) looks like Gee at thirty, so like six years ago. And Frank didn't get his fingers tattooed until like four years ago, right? And he had no tattoos on that part of that arm back in 2007... So guys, this is totally them right? RIGHT!?!?!?!?
OR AM I JUST OBSESSING SO MUCH THAT I'M SEEING THINGS? HELP ME GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going back to individual POV next update I just needed to show the aspects of the shit that happened I guess.
I love you guys.
Thanks for reading.
Charley <3
@Thatonefriend
Well it might not have tied up all the ends, but I read the last chapter & it seems like an ending, although the author said "no more than four more chapters" so yeah p much the end.
12/22/18