My heart is yours to fill or burst. --alex

[TRAVIS NOAH MICHAELS]

Travis always had a way of making his life way more complicated than it really needed to be. He tended to bounce from girl to girl, getting bored with the old and trading it in for a newer model. It wasn’t exactly the most kosher way of living but that’s how it was and that was how he got to where he was today. Instead of trading in for an upgrade this time, Trav decided to go retro and choose someone he had history with; someone who knew all of his bad habits and had accepted him anyway, someone who knew how to press his buttons and keep him in line. But the most important thing was that she knew how to make good food and that’s what really mattered…. Joking, maybe. Alex had been there for him through a lot of heavy stuff. She had helped him through his trouble with deciphering the mystery around Amanda and adding up the days to figure out if the boy was his or not. She had been there for him when Rora had oded and took way too many pills that night. Alex was his constant, she was like that one friend you can go to with a problem except instead of listening like a good friend would, she’d take his mind off things for a while in that special way she knew how to. Usually it involved food though but there were a few times they had switched things up a bit. When he had left her, he never thought he’d see her again and now it seemed as if history was repeating itself. He wasn’t going to stop it this time. Trav had missed her lots and lots but he didn’t regret his mistake because then he wouldn’t have half of the kids he had. In all honesty, Travis liked being a dad. It was just hard to actually be one when the mothers of his children weren’t very nice to him. Rightfully so, Trav got what he deserved. Did he really think that everyone was going to be fine and dandy after he left them?

From the moment he woke up, he knew that it was going to be a difficult day. Of course Delilah wasn’t on speaking terms with him for obvious reasons and he couldn’t blame her for that. He was just afraid that she too would up and disappear with two of his spawn. It didn’t seem very fair but that had brought the whole vibe of the bus down. Delilah would be spending the rest of the tour (if she chose to stay) with Pix, Harry, and Dougie. Even though he knew that Pix would take care of her, it put the bony girl in an awkward place since Pix was good friends with Alex as well. It was one of those messed up polygons with a million corners and explanations. Trav was just happy the media didn’t start bothering him yet about his extramarital affairs.

Trav was busy getting ready for tonight’s show. One of his roadies had caught a nasty stint of food poisoning so they were already down a man, which meant that Trav had to deal with a ton of unnecessary problems. It felt like things were always breaking and nothing was going to get ready in time for tonight’s performance. Not to mention Trav was dealing with a nasty hangover with tons of issues on his mind. He forced his mind to stay focused at the task at hand, re-stringing his guitar which had popped a string during sound check thanks to one of the idiot techs trying to be cool. It was proving to be way more difficult than it really should have been. Hearing his name from across the stage, he looked up to someone complaining about the lighting fixture by the drum kit. Setting aside the unfinished guitar, he got up to cross the room to see what the problem was. It seemed like the world was way too loud, too noisy for his pounding head. Trav kept hearing his name being called but at this point he couldn’t tell if it was for real or just inside that foggy head of his.

[alexandria kaylee grace]

Never in her life had Alex ever felt so afraid. First a wave of mixed emotions at washed over her, knocking her off her feet. She stared in complete horror at the pregnancy test in her hand. This couldn't be real. She was only twenty-one... and no where near ready to have a baby. Especially one with Travis. How many other kids did he have? Five? Yeah, that and all the other unknown kiddies he could have created during drunken nights on tour. The girl ran a hand through her dark red hair, trying to fully understand what was happening. A month ago she had run into Travis. Back then he had been her most hated enemy. She'd wanted nothing to do with him, because he had so foolishly broken her heart by marrying some other chick when it was clear that she still had feelings for him. It had taken her a while to truly convince herself that she wanted nothing to do with him, and she played her part very well. She had raved and ranted about the boy during her whole time on tour, so everyone would know that if she got her hands on him, he'd be finished. However, that's not how it went at all. She had finally bumped into the singer on his tour bus. She'd tried so hard to use her anger against him, but her true feelings for him shined through and the next thing she knew clothes were coming off.

But that had been just one time... How could this be happening? There couldn't be a baby growing inside of her. There just couldn't. But that's not what the test told her. Alex instantly felt angry for ever buying the damn thing. She'd been feeling sick for the past few weeks and had missed her monthly gift, so she'd figure she'd just test it and see. Alex hadn't been expecting this result. She'd done it more so for laughs. Though, no one was laughing now and the father to her baby was off setting up for a show. Hot tears rolled down her face. They were a mix of frustration, anger, and most of all, fear. What was she going to do now? She had ended up just like all of Trav's exes did. That kind of made her feel like a low class whore. What the actual fuck was she going to do now? Her parents would be furious to find out that she had let some punk-ass rocker get her preggo, but there was nothing she could do now.

Alex groaned as she slipped on a random t-shirt and tied on a pair of sneaks. Right now she didn't care about looking sexy or how much skin she was showing. She just needed to find Travis and tell him the news. Part of her wanted to keep it a secret and act as if everything was fine, but he'd notice her gaining weight at some point. So far she still had her slim figure, but she would get huge... and that really scared her. How the hell was she supposed to model with a fat belly in the way? And she better not get stretch marks. Shit would go down if that happened. " Have you seen Travis? " Alex stopped on of his bandmates in hopes of finding her boyfriend. He nodded and set her off in the right direction. After about two minutes of walking, she set her green eyes on the male who was currently looking at something by a set of drums. She walked over to him, not caring if he was busy or not. Alex needed to tell him that he would need to add another baby to his list of children. " Travis, we need to talk. Like... right now. " The girl tugged on his shirt and used a bit of urgency in her voice to hopefully get his attention.

[TRAVIS NOAH MICHAELS]

Travis hadn’t been feeling well for the past couple of days. You would think that the boy would be so used to drama that it wouldn’t affect him anymore. Nothing could be further from the truth. Trav was caught, somehow stuck in the middle of yet another triangle. How he got into this mess he had no idea. No excuse he made would ever be the truth. On one side he had his wife, soon to be mother of his set of twins. She was career driven with a good head on her shoulders. Delilah had known him for a very long time and she knew probably just as much as Alex did. He had put a lot of effort into fighting for her against Jesse’s clutches. Their on and off again relationship had been incredibly tumultuous but he really probably wouldn’t have it any other way. Alex was more of a party girl, someone to have fun with. Trav was bouncing between his thoughts, unable to really make a decision. Should he try and salvage what was left of his marriage? Or start all over again with someone new and lose about three years? This was absolutely the last thing he wanted to think about right now. There were already crazy rumors flying around and he didn’t need it to get any worse.

Bending down, he looked closer at the light fixture. He tried to make it work the best he could but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure it out. He wasn’t a lighting tech, he was a musician. If this didn’t get figured out though, his drummer was going to be furious. That kid was a bit of a diva and if things didn’t go his way, he wasn’t going to play. Trav thought it was a bit ridiculous because the guy wasn’t that talented and could easily be replaced but he was his friend so he would try the best he could to fix it. Standing up, he raised his shoulders in an “I don’t know” manner, his facial expression matching his movements. A masculine hand raised to rub his face, willing the vicious hangover away. What he needed was a good drink, he turned to look over his shoulder to see if there was any alcohol easy to access spotting none and seeing the bar was still closed, he turned back to the problem.

Mere seconds later, he felt a tug on his arm. A frown crossed his brow at the thought of someone else needing his attention. What now? Really, what else could make this day any worse than it already was? Alex wanted him, of course. The thing he promised he wouldn’t think about tonight. She was probably waiting on his decision. I’m sorry but I can’t talk right now, I have tons of stuff to do for tonight. I’ll find you later. It wasn’t the rudest he has ever been but it wasn’t that pleasant either. Everything was aggravating him from his broken guitar to the broken light to one of the bands cancelling. It was just a big mess, just like his personal life and he really didn’t think that he could handle anything else right now. Sure he cared about Alex but right now he needed to focus and not have any distractions, he hoped that she would understand. An apologetic look crossed his features, trying to convince her that he would keep his promise and talk later.

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