A Little Piece of Heaven

Brian's POV

It's been a week since Cynthia told me about the pregnancy.

To say I'm excited is an understatement.

I can't keep the smile off of my face.

I probably look like a crazy person, walking around with a shit eating grin across my face.

But I'm gonna be a father.

The woman I'm in love with is going to be giving me a baby.

That's the greatest gift I could ever get.

I walked across the stage, going over to Walter as he handed my guitar.

"Thanks Walter." I told him with a smile.

"What's up with you Gates?" He asked me.

"Nothing. Just in a good mood." I said.

He nodded and I went back over to my riser.

I sat down and started strumming a random melody that came into my mind.

It reminded me of Cynthia.

And every time I played it, a smile would come across my face.

I didn't even notice that Matt, Zacky, Johnny and Jimmy were all standing around, just staring at me.

"What the hell." I asked in shock.

"What the fuck has you smiling like a lunatic?" Zacky asked.

I grinned and looked down at my guitar, continuing to strum my guitar.

"I'm having a baby. I'm gonna be a dad. It's just hard to wrap my head around." I told them honestly.

"You're gonna be a great dad dude." Matt said.

I smiled but then looked back down.

"I've always wanted a family. I just didn't think it would happen this soon." I said.

"You're gonna be a kick ass father, Syn. You don't have to worry about that." Jimmy said.

I looked down at the ground.

"How do you know? I have a kids life in my hands. It's my job to teach him to be a man. To respect women, how to flirt and hit on them. Show him how to play the guitar. So many things I have to teach him. But how do I keep from screwing up?" I asked them all.

"That's every parents fear. That they'll do something so wrong, it will hurt their kids. But you're a good man Brian. You have nothing to worry about." Came Cynthia's soft voice from behind me.

I turned and looked at her as she came from behind Matt.

I smiled and opened my arms, breathing in a sigh of relief when I held her close.

"I don't want to screw this up babe. I don't want my kid to hate me." I said.

"He's not going to hate you. I won't let you screw up." She said to me.

"Do you promise?" I asked her.

"I promise you baby. I wouldn't still be here if I didn't think you could do it." Cynthia said, caressing my cheek softly.

I leaned into her hand and closed my eyes.

"I love you." I told her.

"And I love you." She replied.

"You are gonna be the best dad in the world. If it looks like you're about to screw up, we'll kick your ass." Jimmy said with a laugh.

I laughed and looked up at them.

I smiled at them appreciatively.

"You guys are the best friends a guy could ask for." I told them.

I looked up at Cynthia.

"And you are the best woman and girlfriend a man could ever ask for." I said to her.

She smiled and I saw her eyes start to fill with tears.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked her.

"Hormones. Making me crazy already." She laughed.

I grinned and pulled her down onto my lap.

I wrapped my arms securely around her and placed one hand over her stomach.

I kept it there, trying to see if I could feel anything.

"It's too early for it to be moving yet." Cynthia said softly.

I looked up at her and grinned.

"It was worth a try." I shrugged.

She smiled and kissed my forehead before standing up.

"You guys have a practice to finish. No more doubts." She told me firmly.

"Yes ma'am." I said, saluting her.

She giggled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"You gonna watch?" I asked her.

"Always." She said.

I grinned from ear to ear and smacked her ass as she walked away.

Cynthia stuck her tongue out at me as she rubbed her sore ass.

The guys started to laugh as we practiced the set again.

I watched the guys as they all got into the music.

I have the best friends in the world, no doubt about it.

And I trust them to help me be the best father I can be.

I just hope I live up to my own standards of what a good father is.

And Cynthia's.

I couldn't handle losing her.

And I wouldn't be able to handle losing my kid either.

That would be just too much.

I know what it feels like to almost lose Cynthia.

I'm not willing to find out what it will feel like to lose my child.

I'll be the best father there is.

If it's the last thing I do, I'll be a good father.