Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Cross My Heart
Ch. 50 Lovesick Stomachache
Josh's pov.
It's been two months, and these little fuckers are about ready to be born any day. I can barely stand up, without getting dizzy. This sucks. Matt, Mike, and Ian have finals today, so they're stuck at school.
I have nurses checking on me all the time. I suddenly feel my bed grow wet.
Fuck. My water broke. I scream.
"Maaatttt! Get me to a hospital!!"
I repeatedly press the call button. I can feel the contractions. They hurt like a bitch. A nurse comes in.
"What's wrong, Joshua?"
"My fucking water broke!!" I scream.
She gasps, and wheels me to an ambulance. I am in so much pain right now.
When I arrive, I am sent into surgery. I don't remember any of it, but it was a c-section. So, they basically cut me open to get the little fuckers out. I look at my boys, and almost vomit. They're covered in blood. I feel the contractions, and I vomit into a basin. A nurse rubs my back.
I see someone in the doorway. It's Matt.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in labor?" Matt whispers.
I whisper, "I didn't wanna burden you."
Matt kisses my sweaty head, "baby, you're not a burden. I love you."
He looks at the little fuckers in the beds.
"Are they the boys?"
"Yeah. Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Dude, you used one of the names I picked out."
"Duh, you aren't even the father and you've stuck beside me."
He kisses my head.
"Josh, you okay?"
I'm shaking now. A nurse comes in.
"Joshua?"
"I think I'm going to throw up..."
She grabs a basin, and I vomit into it. Matt strokes my back.
"I need to run tests on the boys."
She wheels the two little fuckers away....my little fuckers. I don't want them to leave me. I need them.
I have fucking postpartum depression. I start crying. Matt strokes my head, and kisses me. I cry harder.
"Oh, Joshie... Don't cry."
"M-Matty...I c-cant! I don't want those little fuckers to leave me! I fucking made them, they're my flesh and blood!" I sob.
Matt rubs circles in my back, as I cry. I feel my breath hitch as the little fuckers are being taken in.
They're crying, like me. I have no idea what to do. I've never had a kid before! I wipe away my tears.
"Hi, guys." I whisper. They stop crying, and look at me with wide eyes. I start crying again. They're just too fucking beautiful.
"Y'know, when they get a haircut, I'm gonna give them Mohawks!" I laugh.
Matt kisses me.
"No, Josh. No Mohawks!"
I pick up Phenoix and give him to Matt.
"What do I do with him Joshie?"
"Just hold him, and give him formula." I say, picking up Jayce.
I hold Jayce, and hold a bottle in the other hand. He drinks the formula, and falls asleep.
"Somebody's hungry." I say, smiling a bit.
Matt pulls out his phone, and texts Mike and Ian. Finally I take his phone, and call my parents.
"Mom, Dad. You're grandparents. I just had two beautiful boys." I whisper.
/"Joshua! Did you knock a girl up?!"/
"No Mom, I was the one pregnant..."
The line grows silent.
/"Joshua that's wonderful! We knew you had a gene, but couldn't tell you, because we were afraid you would be shunned..."/
"Mom, Dad. I'm fine, can you come to Vancouver General Hospital? I want you to meet the boys."
"Matt, Mike and Ian are there?"
"No, they're coming later."
Mom hangs up, as I give Matt the phone.
My stomach hurts, I'm nervous as hell, and I feel like I'm going to puke.
Matt rubs my back, and kisses my head.
"They're beautiful, Joshie."
I am wheeled to my own room.
I watch as the boys are taken to the newborn ward. My stomach hurts from the surgery, and I'm coughing, as I try to keep my stomach contents inside me.
"Matty, I'm gonna puke. I need a bucket..."
I vomit into the basin, and then I arrive in my room. The boys are getting diapers, and a onsie for each of them. I look over at them. I can see their blue grey eyes, like mine. Ramsay, you're a father now....
I hear a knock on the door.
"Joshua? Honey, there you are!" Mom hugs me.
"Hi, mom."
"Where are my grandbabies?"
"The boys are right here," I say, pointing to two little beds.
Mom looks at the twins.
"Oh, Joshua! They're beautiful! What are their names?"
"Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Those are great names."
Mom kisses me.
I see Ian and Mike in the doorway.
"Holy shit dude! You have twins!" Ian gasps.
"No shit Ian!" I laugh.
"What are the names?"
"Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Those kids are gonna grow up with a dad in a band!" Ian says excitedly.
"Hold on Ian, first we have to get a record label to sign us, and with my pregnancy and shit, I don't think they're really in a hurry to see us."
Jayce spits up on my gown. I look at Mom.
"What do I do mom?" I ask.
"You look like a new mommy Joshua..." She trails off.
"Who's scared shitless." Ian grins. I glare at him.
"Shut up." I retort.
"I still don't know what to do!"
"Sweetie, you put the baby on your shoulder, and pat it's back until it burps."
I hold Jayce and pat his back, as he spits up formula. I'm starting to feel ill, and I set him in his bed.
"Joshua, are you okay?"
"I'm gonna be sick..."
Mom grabs a basin, and hands it to me, as I vomit. She strokes my head. I gag, as my stomach calms down. The boys start crying, and I am starting to get a migraine. I groan, and sit up, trying to figure out what they want.
"Matt! I have no idea what to do! Help!"
Matt picks up Jayce, and rocks him. I pick up Phenoix, and start to sing,
/"Did I let you down to get that sound
And break my knees to get release
And you needed some just to take you from
And I hit you more
Is your face still sore?
Sorry but I tried
It was never mine
And I can still pretend
I guess it all depends
I'm still a little crazy all the time
But I can try to hide it
That's still mine
Try a little more
a little more
a little more
They slap you like a bitch
and you take it like a whore
What a cheap perfume
I hate this room
So testify
But I still tried
And you need that stamp
Little handshake tramp
And you hit me more
And my face is still sore
Sorry but I tried
It was never mine
And I can still pretend
I guess it all depends
I'm still a little crazy all the time
But I can try to hide it
That's still mine
Try a little more
a little more
a little more
They slap you like a bitch
and you take it like a whore
Upside down
and around
and around
Just another piece
Till you need another sound
Faze them out
I know what you scream about
Don't let me down
And the guilt in me is the hurt in you
And the hurt in you is the lost in me
And the lost in me is the need in you
And the need in you is the guilt in me"
Phenoix is sleeping in my arms. I kiss him, and set him in his bed.
My migraine is basically gone. My stomach, unfortunately, feels like shit.
I look at Matt, he's got Jayce asleep, and Ian is looking at me.
"Josh?"
"Hmm?"
"You need to eat."
I look at him, and my stomach is empty as all fucking hell. I am pretty hungry.
"Get me fries and a coke zero, and cake."
"Josh, one step at a time buddy."
I groan, "but I'm hungry!"
Ian laughs, and puts my order to room service.
Twenty minutes later, the food arrives. I eat the fries, and cake. Then I wash it down with a coke zero....
An hour later, my stomach is not agreeing with my choice. I feel nauseous, and I'm holding my stomach, which hurts badly.
"Ian, I'm gonna be sick!" I moan.
"Dude, you shouldn't have eaten all that..."
"Whatever, just, just take me to the bathroom. I think I'm gonna hurl..." I stand up, and Ian helps me to the bathroom. He shuts the door, as I expel the food from my stomach.
"He'll be fine." Ian says.
Matt knocks on the door.
"Joshie, can I come in?"
I heave in response.
"Baby, I'm coming in. Okay?"
I groan.
He opens the door, seeing my body hunched over the toilet. No, not even that. I'm throwing up on the floor. I can barely keep myself from keeping it in the porcelain. He kneels beside me, and moves blue streaked hair out of my face. I retch again, feeling my stomach turn. Matt looks over my shoulder. I vomit into the toilet, and can see strings of fries, and chunks of cake. I almost vomit again, as I look at it.
Matt kisses me, and helps me stand. I fall on the bed.
"I need sleep..." I mumble, as everyone crowds around me. Mom shooes Ian and Mike out, and Matt leaves. Then mom kisses me, and kisses her grandsons.
I'm a fucking dad.....
hi Sam!!! Hope you liked it! R&R please?? Xo jules
Josh's pov.
It's been two months, and these little fuckers are about ready to be born any day. I can barely stand up, without getting dizzy. This sucks. Matt, Mike, and Ian have finals today, so they're stuck at school.
I have nurses checking on me all the time. I suddenly feel my bed grow wet.
Fuck. My water broke. I scream.
"Maaatttt! Get me to a hospital!!"
I repeatedly press the call button. I can feel the contractions. They hurt like a bitch. A nurse comes in.
"What's wrong, Joshua?"
"My fucking water broke!!" I scream.
She gasps, and wheels me to an ambulance. I am in so much pain right now.
When I arrive, I am sent into surgery. I don't remember any of it, but it was a c-section. So, they basically cut me open to get the little fuckers out. I look at my boys, and almost vomit. They're covered in blood. I feel the contractions, and I vomit into a basin. A nurse rubs my back.
I see someone in the doorway. It's Matt.
"Why didn't you tell me you were in labor?" Matt whispers.
I whisper, "I didn't wanna burden you."
Matt kisses my sweaty head, "baby, you're not a burden. I love you."
He looks at the little fuckers in the beds.
"Are they the boys?"
"Yeah. Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Dude, you used one of the names I picked out."
"Duh, you aren't even the father and you've stuck beside me."
He kisses my head.
"Josh, you okay?"
I'm shaking now. A nurse comes in.
"Joshua?"
"I think I'm going to throw up..."
She grabs a basin, and I vomit into it. Matt strokes my back.
"I need to run tests on the boys."
She wheels the two little fuckers away....my little fuckers. I don't want them to leave me. I need them.
I have fucking postpartum depression. I start crying. Matt strokes my head, and kisses me. I cry harder.
"Oh, Joshie... Don't cry."
"M-Matty...I c-cant! I don't want those little fuckers to leave me! I fucking made them, they're my flesh and blood!" I sob.
Matt rubs circles in my back, as I cry. I feel my breath hitch as the little fuckers are being taken in.
They're crying, like me. I have no idea what to do. I've never had a kid before! I wipe away my tears.
"Hi, guys." I whisper. They stop crying, and look at me with wide eyes. I start crying again. They're just too fucking beautiful.
"Y'know, when they get a haircut, I'm gonna give them Mohawks!" I laugh.
Matt kisses me.
"No, Josh. No Mohawks!"
I pick up Phenoix and give him to Matt.
"What do I do with him Joshie?"
"Just hold him, and give him formula." I say, picking up Jayce.
I hold Jayce, and hold a bottle in the other hand. He drinks the formula, and falls asleep.
"Somebody's hungry." I say, smiling a bit.
Matt pulls out his phone, and texts Mike and Ian. Finally I take his phone, and call my parents.
"Mom, Dad. You're grandparents. I just had two beautiful boys." I whisper.
/"Joshua! Did you knock a girl up?!"/
"No Mom, I was the one pregnant..."
The line grows silent.
/"Joshua that's wonderful! We knew you had a gene, but couldn't tell you, because we were afraid you would be shunned..."/
"Mom, Dad. I'm fine, can you come to Vancouver General Hospital? I want you to meet the boys."
"Matt, Mike and Ian are there?"
"No, they're coming later."
Mom hangs up, as I give Matt the phone.
My stomach hurts, I'm nervous as hell, and I feel like I'm going to puke.
Matt rubs my back, and kisses my head.
"They're beautiful, Joshie."
I am wheeled to my own room.
I watch as the boys are taken to the newborn ward. My stomach hurts from the surgery, and I'm coughing, as I try to keep my stomach contents inside me.
"Matty, I'm gonna puke. I need a bucket..."
I vomit into the basin, and then I arrive in my room. The boys are getting diapers, and a onsie for each of them. I look over at them. I can see their blue grey eyes, like mine. Ramsay, you're a father now....
I hear a knock on the door.
"Joshua? Honey, there you are!" Mom hugs me.
"Hi, mom."
"Where are my grandbabies?"
"The boys are right here," I say, pointing to two little beds.
Mom looks at the twins.
"Oh, Joshua! They're beautiful! What are their names?"
"Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Those are great names."
Mom kisses me.
I see Ian and Mike in the doorway.
"Holy shit dude! You have twins!" Ian gasps.
"No shit Ian!" I laugh.
"What are the names?"
"Phenoix Matthew Ramsay, and Jayce Allan Ramsay."
"Those kids are gonna grow up with a dad in a band!" Ian says excitedly.
"Hold on Ian, first we have to get a record label to sign us, and with my pregnancy and shit, I don't think they're really in a hurry to see us."
Jayce spits up on my gown. I look at Mom.
"What do I do mom?" I ask.
"You look like a new mommy Joshua..." She trails off.
"Who's scared shitless." Ian grins. I glare at him.
"Shut up." I retort.
"I still don't know what to do!"
"Sweetie, you put the baby on your shoulder, and pat it's back until it burps."
I hold Jayce and pat his back, as he spits up formula. I'm starting to feel ill, and I set him in his bed.
"Joshua, are you okay?"
"I'm gonna be sick..."
Mom grabs a basin, and hands it to me, as I vomit. She strokes my head. I gag, as my stomach calms down. The boys start crying, and I am starting to get a migraine. I groan, and sit up, trying to figure out what they want.
"Matt! I have no idea what to do! Help!"
Matt picks up Jayce, and rocks him. I pick up Phenoix, and start to sing,
/"Did I let you down to get that sound
And break my knees to get release
And you needed some just to take you from
And I hit you more
Is your face still sore?
Sorry but I tried
It was never mine
And I can still pretend
I guess it all depends
I'm still a little crazy all the time
But I can try to hide it
That's still mine
Try a little more
a little more
a little more
They slap you like a bitch
and you take it like a whore
What a cheap perfume
I hate this room
So testify
But I still tried
And you need that stamp
Little handshake tramp
And you hit me more
And my face is still sore
Sorry but I tried
It was never mine
And I can still pretend
I guess it all depends
I'm still a little crazy all the time
But I can try to hide it
That's still mine
Try a little more
a little more
a little more
They slap you like a bitch
and you take it like a whore
Upside down
and around
and around
Just another piece
Till you need another sound
Faze them out
I know what you scream about
Don't let me down
And the guilt in me is the hurt in you
And the hurt in you is the lost in me
And the lost in me is the need in you
And the need in you is the guilt in me"
Phenoix is sleeping in my arms. I kiss him, and set him in his bed.
My migraine is basically gone. My stomach, unfortunately, feels like shit.
I look at Matt, he's got Jayce asleep, and Ian is looking at me.
"Josh?"
"Hmm?"
"You need to eat."
I look at him, and my stomach is empty as all fucking hell. I am pretty hungry.
"Get me fries and a coke zero, and cake."
"Josh, one step at a time buddy."
I groan, "but I'm hungry!"
Ian laughs, and puts my order to room service.
Twenty minutes later, the food arrives. I eat the fries, and cake. Then I wash it down with a coke zero....
An hour later, my stomach is not agreeing with my choice. I feel nauseous, and I'm holding my stomach, which hurts badly.
"Ian, I'm gonna be sick!" I moan.
"Dude, you shouldn't have eaten all that..."
"Whatever, just, just take me to the bathroom. I think I'm gonna hurl..." I stand up, and Ian helps me to the bathroom. He shuts the door, as I expel the food from my stomach.
"He'll be fine." Ian says.
Matt knocks on the door.
"Joshie, can I come in?"
I heave in response.
"Baby, I'm coming in. Okay?"
I groan.
He opens the door, seeing my body hunched over the toilet. No, not even that. I'm throwing up on the floor. I can barely keep myself from keeping it in the porcelain. He kneels beside me, and moves blue streaked hair out of my face. I retch again, feeling my stomach turn. Matt looks over my shoulder. I vomit into the toilet, and can see strings of fries, and chunks of cake. I almost vomit again, as I look at it.
Matt kisses me, and helps me stand. I fall on the bed.
"I need sleep..." I mumble, as everyone crowds around me. Mom shooes Ian and Mike out, and Matt leaves. Then mom kisses me, and kisses her grandsons.
I'm a fucking dad.....
hi Sam!!! Hope you liked it! R&R please?? Xo jules
Sign up to rate and review this story