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The next morning Fiona quietly searched for any article of clothing that may have come back to the bunk with them. She sighed heavily and blew the hair off her face when a pair of mixed matched socks was all she could find. Patrick stirred slightly and opened his eyes.
"What are you looking for?" He smiled and touched the small of her back gently, the sudden noise startled her and she hit her head on the top of the bunk. He chuckled slightly as she pouted and held a hand to her head. It was then that he leaned in to kiss her; her immediate headache subsided as she smiled into the kiss but then reluctantly pulled away and he frowned.
"You're going to make me late -" Fiona started but was cut off by a kiss, she pulled away,
"- I have to go to work so you can go to work." Patrick kissed her again.
"But I want you to stay." He mumbled on her lips and she laughed.
"I know, but right now I have to go shower."
"I like showers."
"I like that you like showers." She smiled. He laughed and kissed her again before leaning out of the bunk and grabbing a random hoodie and a pair of shorts off the floor. He handed them to her and she quickly put them on. No matter how comfortable he made her feel this whole being naked in front of her lover thing still threw her off. He finally moved letting her pass him to get out of the bunk. Before she actually headed for the bathroom she felt it smart to go pick up the clothes that were littered around the back of the bus - she did so and proceeded to dump all the clothes onto Patrick, ignoring his whining, and shutting the curtain before scurrying to the bathroom. Vicky rolled out of her bunk to see Fiona walk into the bathroom and shut the door. Her best friend instinct kicked in and she immediately barged into the bathroom startling the now very naked Fi.
"Vicky, we've already had this discussion. Bathroom time is alone time." Fiona groaned attempting to cover herself. Vicky rolled her eyes.
"Something happened - you tell me what it is now." She pointed a finger in Fi's direction.
"I'm naked." Fi put emphasis on the word naked as she grabbed the towel and tightly wrapped it around herself. Vicky ignored her.
"Tell me, you tell me now." She stomped her foot like a five year old throwing a fit. Fiona sighed and grabbed Vicky's arm pulling her close and whispering the events of the night before into her ear. Vicky immediately shrieked in delight and Fiona couldn't help but smile at her best friends excitement.
Pete groaned as loud shrieking came out of the bathroom.
"Vicky Shut Up!" He yelled groggily as he buried his face further under his pillow.
"They're in there together so something hot must be going on." Joe replied from his spot pressed up against the bathroom door.
"Doubtful, highly doubtful." Pete mumbled as he flipped over once again in attempt to go back to sleep.

Fiona walked across the backstage area carrying far too many guitars for one little girl to handle, she groaned slightly as she struggled with the guitar straps that were inevitably tangled around her arms and shoulders. She was almost to her destination when she saw a girl standing alone and looking confused as ever. Fi glanced at the guitar rack that was less than 20 feet away and then back at the lost girl, she cursed her mother for teaching her manners as she walked up to the stranger.
"Can I help you find something or someone? You look so lost." Fi replied while fidgeting with a guitar strap and the girl smiled thankfully. Fi smiled in return as she let her eyes gaze from the girls face to her swelling belly. She immediately got excited.
"Oh my God, a baby belly!" Fi exclaimed overly animated,
what could she say, she liked babies!
The girl laughed at Fi's excitement and nodded.
"Is it a girl?" She questioned hopefully and the girl nodded that it was.
"Aw that's so great. How far along are you?"
"Six months."
It was then that Fi realized that she was prodding and that the only reason she stopped to help was because the girl was lost.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry, you obviously need to get somewhere and here I am just invading your personal life." She smiled a tad embarrassed as the blush crept up her cheeks.
"Oh don't even worry about it, I'm not really used to people being so excited about it that's all." The girl genuinely smiled before continuing, "I was actually looking for the band." She stated hopeful and Fiona nodded.
"Which one?"
"Fall Out Boy."
"They are actually still on the bus but I'm pretty sure that if you hang around here for ten minutes or so Pete will come around and he can help you with anything you need. I can bring you a chair if you'd like." Fi smiled and the girl nodded thankfully.
"Ok just let me put all of these down cause I'm pretty sure in like five seconds they'll be on the floor."
Fiona walked away to put the guitars in their proper place and then went on the hunt for a chair for the mommy to be.

While Fiona was gone Dirty walked by the pregnant girl and stopped short.
"Hey Dirty." The girl smiled and Dirty half smiled and waved.
"Hey . . . You." His voice was hesitant. He knew that she was really familiar looking but he couldn't pull her name out of his ass even if he tried.
"Where are the guys?"
"On the bus, you can go ahead if you want." Dirty gestured out the door and the girl nodded.
"Oh, can you tell the cute little girl with the guitars that I found them."
"Uhm yeah, sure." Dirty nodded slowly,
"Oh Wait, Mey?" he questioned and she gave him a look that said that she didn't know, he sighed as he thought about how to describe her without being a pig.
"She's about 'yay' high with longish hair that is that darkish color?"
She nodded and he laughed now that she confirmed that it was Fi. The girl waved once more before heading off in the direction of the bus.

Andy was standing in the front portion of the bus in only his shorts making toast when she got on the bus. Andy glanced up and smiled at her not really paying attention.
"Hey Amy."
"Hey Andy." She replied apprehensively while walking further onto the bus, he glanced up and nodded once more before realizing who it was. He immediately started choking on the toast that was now in his mouth he slapped his chest a few times to coax the toast to go down his throat, when it finally did he took a deep breath and this time really looked at her immediately noticing her belly.
"Patrick?" he whispered and she shrugged.
"I don't know." Amy sighed as she placed her hands in her back pockets.
"Patrick!" Andy yelled urgently, this time calling for his friend.
"Patrick!" He yelled again and Patrick shuffled out of the bunk area in socks and his boxers.
"What?" he asked groggily while scratching his head. He grabbed a hat off the counter and placed it on his head before rubbing his eyes to get them to focus.
"You have a . . . visitor." Andy replied hesitantly.
"Hi Patrick." Her voice was soft and his head immediately shot to the person the voice was coming from. His eyes fixated on her swelling belly.
"No." He said stubbornly and she shrugged.
"No...." He moaned again shaking his head violently.
"Patrick listen, I'm not sure if it's yours but -" Amy started only to get cut off.
"Leave. Get the fuck out." He spat turning to walk to the back of the bus, she gripped his forearm, which caught him off guard.
"Patrick - he left me. James left alright, I can't do this by myself." She pled.
"Good, did he cheat on you too?" He fumed but didn't wait for a reply, "I don't care if you need my help, get the fuck away from me!"
"Patrick breathe." Andy tried to soothe him but Patrick wouldn't hear it.
"Don't you fucking tell her Andy I swear to God! Don't you tell her!" He pointed at the drummer violently and Andy held is hands up in defeat.
"Who? Fiona? I won't but dude - that could be your bab -"
"No!" He spat while shaking his head. It was then Vicky emerged from the bus bathroom in only a bra and PJ shorts with half her hair clipped up and a flat iron in hand.
"Uhm is me hearing this whole thing going to be a problem?" She stated sarcastically while trying to remain lucid.
"How long have you been there?" Andy questioned quietly and Vicky huffed, she was very upset to put it mildly.
"Ever since you heard the shower shut off smart one."
Patrick glared at her warning her to not instigate.
"Patrick -" Amy started again only to be cut off once more.
"Don't! Don't fucking talk to me Amy!" He yelled and turned once again to go back to the bunk area.
"Patrick!" a voice that was not Amy's yelled, he immediately froze.
"What the fuck is wrong with you talking to a pregnant woman like that?" Fiona spat Patrick turned to look at her, he opened his mouth to say something but he was to mortified to speak.
"Don't you know who that is?" Andy whispered to Fiona who shrugged.
"That's Amy." He gestured to Amy.
"Fiona-Amy?" Fi asked suddenly growing excited that she recalled something from her drunken night. Amy sighed heavily as soon as she registered that the girl standing next to her was the drunk girlfriend on the phone.
"Oh shit." She breathed suddenly feeling guilt spread over her body.
Vicky's eyes grew wide, she was pretty sure that Fiona only heard what Patrick just yelled and none of the conversation before.
"Fiona, sweetie, uhm that's not important right now." Vicky frantically stated while dropping the flat iron and shoving Fi off the bus.
"Vicky what the hell? You have no clothes on!" Fi shrieked and Vicky rolled her eyes as she followed her off the bus grabbing a random merch shirt and throwing it on.
"What is going on he can't yell at a pregnant woman." Fi stated calmly.
"Ok don't freak out!" Vicky practically yelled as she dragged Fiona further and further away from the bus.
"I'm not." Fi shrugged before questioning, "What's going on Vicky?"
"Ok, I was eavesdropping. Ok, not really, I was just in the bathroom, I'm more of an innocent bystander, but anyways, shit I left the flat iron on, I'm going to burn down the damn bus, oh whatever it's just a bus they can get a new bus." Vicky ran off on a tangent before putting herself back on track, "Ok I think that the girl, the pregnant one, is Patrick's ex, Amy, and she's pregnant and she doesn't know who the daddy is and it's probably Patrick's but the guy she was with, the other daddy candidate I'm assuming, left her and now she can't support herself and Patrick basically told her to fuck off." Vicky said rapidly all in one breath.
"Don't freak out Fi!" She frantically shrieked. Fi inhaled sharply and watched Pete sprint by them, panic written all over his face.
"Uhm, ok. Can you just wait here for one second. Just one sec." Fi stated eerily calm. Vicky gave her a confused look but nodded and Fi smiled a thanks before walking back to the bus, she silently made her way back up the stairs and stood in the doorway as Pete screamed everything under the sun at this pregnant lady.
"I want a doctor right now, and a nurse! No, no fuck that. I want the whole fucking hospital here right now to tell me who the father of this baby is!" Pete yelled.
"Paternity tests can only be done after the baby is born." Andy coughed before returning to being a silent bystander. By this time Joe had emerged and was standing in between the bunk area and the kitchen area with a toothbrush implanted in his mouth completely in shock.
"I'm sorry." Amy finally whispered and Patrick glared at her.
"Don't, don't even pull that shit." He spat.
Fiona had had enough she was disgusted with his new found behavior.
"What the hell are you doing? She's pregnant, yelling at her is not going to solve anything."
"But she's a lying cheating whore." He spat in his defense.
"I don't give a damn if she's Adolph Fucking Hitler she's still pregnant. You're stressing her out and stress on the baby is not good." As soon as those words left her mouth the bus fell silent. None of the boys knew how to respond to her and Patrick knew he was immediately wrong. Vicky abruptly trampled up the steps to the bus severely out of breath.
"Don't" [breath] "freak" [breath] "out."
She then realized that everyone was silent,
"Why is everyone so quiet?"
Amy took advantage of the silence, she glanced at Fiona who just stood there emotionally drained.
"Thank you."
Fiona looked at Amy her eyes and face expressionless before shoving past Vicky on her way out of the bus.
"Was it something I said?" Vicky yelled after her as Fiona briskly walked towards the venue. Patrick immediately ran after her.
"Fiona!" He yelled as he jogged over to her.
"Put some clothes on Patrick." Fiona replied while not even looking behind her.
"Please talk to me."
"Not right now, I have go to work." She spat still not turning to look at him.
"Why are you mad at me? I haven't done anything." He whined ignoring her last comment.
"I'm not mad at you I'm disappointed." She sighed and stopped.
"Look at me." He grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. "I don't understand why you're disappointed, she's the one who cheated on me I have a right to be mad at her."
She ripped her arm out of his grasp
"That still might be your child and you have no right to yell at her like that, you have responsibilities Patrick. I don't want to talk about this right now." Fi retorted starting to once again walk away.
"No we're going to talk about this now." He grabbed for her arm again.
"In front of them?" She yelled and gestured to some fans who were more than happy to be taking pictures of Patrick in his boxers,
"And what about them?" She then gestured to the bus where the blinds could be seen frantically closing.
"I don't care about them, I only care about you." He sighed and let her arm fall from his grasp. Fiona was silent for awhile before finally speaking.
"You know what Patrick I can't do this." She replied as she threw her arms up in frustration.
"What are you talking about?"
"I've never seen this side of you and I hate it, it's disgusting. I can't even stand you right now. You need to deal with this baby drama."
"I don't even know if it's mine." He interrupted.
"That's hardly the point anymore Patrick, that very well could be your child and she asked you for help. How could you say no to your potential child, if it ends up being your daughter then you are going to hate yourself for not being more involved." She sighed defeated.
"It's a girl?" He questioned, his stupid boyishness kicking in.
"Still not the point."
"Then what is your point?" He yelled frustrated.
"Don't yell at me!" She screamed back at him before lowering her voice once more,
"I'm think we should take a break. You need to be involved with this pregnancy Patrick, it's time for you to be a big boy, and I'm not about to get in the way."
"You're not going to be in the way Fiona!" He continued to yell.
"I just need this right now Patrick, I need my space. Can't you just give that to me, please?" She stated as tears began to well up in her eyes.
"Please, please don't cry." He pleaded while trying to pull her to him, she shoved him away in response.
"Don't touch me." She sobbed and he sighed and closed his eyes,
"Are you breaking up with me?" Patrick questioned barely above a whisper.
She nodded - forming words right now was simply impossible for her.
"It's not forever." Fiona managed to say in between her sobs.
He nodded silently and walked away.
"Patrick!" She yelled after him and he paused but didn't turn around.
"Just be a good Daddy, ok?"
And then she walked away, back to the venue and back to her job.