Not Everything Happens in Vegas, Baby.

I was sitting on the bed while Gee was packing his clothes up. "Babe."

"Yea?"

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yea."

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too." I was unusally quiet. "What's on your mind?"

"Are you gonna sleep with groupies?"

"Hell no you are my one and only personal groupie. Hell you are the shit in the
bed."

I laugh at his truthfulness. "You are such a looser."

"But I'm your looser."

"Truth enough."

The next morning he was leaving for tour. Fuck! I still need to tell him something. I like usual woke up before him and tried to get him up. And again it failed. Frank came knocking on the door and I let him in to wake up Gerard's lasy ass. I had just finished making the coffee when I heard, "Fuck off Frank! I'm not going to have a four-some with you."

I laughed into my hand. "I'm glad you find that funny."

"Oh shove it Gee. He just want's to have some fun." Frank walks out...again and I get Gee's attention. "What do you want?"

"Don't get all pissy with me."

"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to getting up this early."

"Alright, but i really need to tell you something."

"Shoot."

"I'm-"

"Yo! Gee! Hurry up!"

"Alright Ray. Sorry babe I got to go. Can it wait?"

"Yea...I guess."

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you too."

He left for what is going to be the longest 6 months of a tour ever. Now that I think about it, it can't wait because...

I'm pregnant.