I watched the boys sign things, trying to calm down. I've been freaking out, and I can't control it. Over the last week, everyone has basically left me alone, but I was still weirded out. I sometimes feel like the other bands are watching me from their buses, after Alan talking like that I felt like maybe everyone thought that way.

I made Matt let me come along cause I wanted to be away from all that, but I was still getting random feelings of my stomach dropping or churning.

As the line began to shorten, I noticed I was sweating more then usual. Great, now on top of not not stressing out, I'm so ungodly hot. Matt was walking along the line, being sure that this ended quickly, so I went further into the tent, locating one of their fans. I can get though this, I can do this. I'm okay.

We're okay.

I set a hand on my stomach, you can barely tell, but there's the beginning of something there. Eight weeks pregnant, and soon, I'll have another appointment where I'll see little Baby Barakat. Rubbing my own tummy, and taking a few calming breaths and finishing off my water, I looked back to see about five people left, going to see Jack.

I watched him smile and greet them, just shining out happiness. I smiled a little at watching him, but a tinge of guilt was in my gut as well. I knew the reason why he, an everyone else, have been more lenient is because I freaked, but now I don't know how much longer I can hold out alone. Jack was right, he had every right to be the way he was. As I saw Matt start directing the boys to get up and head back, I could tell they were wondering where I ran off too. So, I walked over quickly.

“I'm right here, sorry. I got kind of hot.” I called, and Matt seemed to let out a sigh of relief. I walked over to Jack, standing on my toes and kissing his cheek before whispering. “Can we talk?”
“'Course.” He said, taking my hand as we all started back.

Everyone ditched before we even got back to the bus, so Jack and I ended up walking the last bit back alone.

“So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” Jack asked, looking a little wary.
“Don't worry, I'm not mad or anything.” I assured, clutching his hand a little tighter. “I think I-”
“Oh look, it's the happy couple.” Ugh, Alan.
“Not now.” I sighed. “We're in the middle of something.”
“Aww, talking baby names? Here let me help, how about accident? Mistake?”
“Alan, I swear to God, I will kill you.” I snapped. “Please, just go away.”
“Oh no, threat from a pregnant woman. I can't hit back, I might,” He made a motion to hit me in the stomach. “Hurt the baby.”
“Al-” I went to say something but Jack moved, decking Alan right in the face.
“You shit talking fucker better never touch my wife or I'll be the one killing you!” Jack went to swing again, but I grabbed his arm.
“Jack, Jack!” I yelled, “Let it go.”
“You asshole!” Alan yelled, ready to say more, but we attracted attention.
“What is going on here?” Tino and Phil came over, “Alan, are you harassing these guys again?”
“He hit me!” Alan pointed accusingly at Jack, who growled back clearly still seeing red.
“You're fucking friend here joked around hitting my girl.”
“Alan, you fucking...” Phil sighed. “We're sorry. We'll keep him on a leash or somethin.”
“You better.” Jack seethed out, and soon a complaining Alan was being dragged away by his band mates.

“Jack?” I looked at him and he relaxed a little.
“Sorry...I just-”
“No, I'm glad you finally hit the punk.” I smiled, hugging him. “And I wanted to say sorry for being snappish. I just felt like no one trusted me to do what women are kinda designed to do.”
“Ember,” Jack said, scolding. “We just worry cause we love you, and are excited about the baby.”
“I know, and I think I need some help.” I pulled away to look at him. “I'm seriously can't get over my nerves, I haven't been sleeping well this past week. So.... I guess you can worry over me a little.”
“A little?” Jack raised a brow at me, and we started walking again. “Cause I'm going to need more freedom then that.
“You don't say.” I chuckled. “Fine, go as crazy as you like. I think we need to talk about some more things anyway, I kind of like the idiots idea of names.”

Jack smirked and tugged me onto the bus. I already felt some of the weight on my shoulders fade away.

Notes

Sorry this is so short, I'm low on idea for a bit. Whoops.