Worry Rock by yhs_choir09

Summary:

Overplayed songs and a pregnancy can be controversial.

Categories: Past, Present, Future Characters: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool

Genres: Drama, MPreg, Romance, Slash

Warnings: None

Challenges: None

Series: Don't Preach

Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 1279 Read: 1403 Published: 02/12/2010 Updated: 02/12/2010

Story Notes:

Ehh...you know the drill. Not like I have the money to be sued for...

Worry Rock by yhs_choir09

Author's Notes:

Yes, I know MPreg is impossible. Don't like? Don't read. That simple.

I now officially hate the song ‘Worry Rock’. I know I wrote it, but now I absolutely hate that song. Why?

Tré’s played it over the stupid iHome I got him about 1,000 times in the past five days.

So it’s stuck in my head, and every time I hear him singing along to it, I wonder why for a split second, and then I remember why as I run my hand involuntarily over my slightly swollen stomach. No sex for a month. Tré hated me for that, but all was forgiven when he woke up to my mouth on him. He still doesn’t know about the pregnancy tests I took or the fact that every beer he gives me I pretend to drink, but really, I just put them back into the fridge. It’s been four months.

And then, just today, he asked me about how I’ve started to gain weight.

Fuck.

Now I’m standing in the bedroom doorway, watching him dancing on our bed in his boxers, belting out Dominated Love Slave at the top of his lungs. He has my guitar plugged into a small amp and is strumming away as I watch him have his moment.

“You’re hot.” He hops down from the bed and walks over to me.

“Want some?” He’s sweaty from his little show, and I kiss the crook of his neck, tasting his salty sweat on my lips. He tugs off the guitar and puts it down onto the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. “You’re getting pudgy, Bill.”

“Oh, god, I can’t have that.”

“You’ve always been stick thin, Billie, and now you gain weight?”

“Too many cupcakes,” I see him smirk at that. The previous week, we had made about thirty five cupcakes, and then Tré decided that he wasn’t going to have any more sugar. So I ended up eating most of the cupcakes.

“Billie, don’t lie to me.” I froze. What the hell was he talking about?

“What?” He walked over to the dresser, and pulled out the tests I thought I had hidden quite well.

“What the fuck are these?”

“Pregnancy tests,” came my response. Automatic, since I had known what they were.

“And whose are they?” I gulped. I hadn’t seen that coming.

“Um…”

“They better not be Adie’s.”

“They’re not. Those…those are mine.” I saw the sudden realization dawn on Tré’s face, and I knew he was going to be so upset.

“You’re…you’re pregnant?” I could hear his unspoken thought. Impossible.

“Yeah. Tré, I didn’t want to say anything.”

“It’s fine, Billie.” What the hell? I hadn’t expected that.

“What?”

“It’s fine. We might have a hell of a time explaining all those canceled interviews, though.”

“When’s the first one?”

“Next week.”

“We’re coming out.” Sure enough, the next week, we had an interview, and Tré was pacing, something he never did. He usually went off somewhere to go fuck himself, but not today. This was going to be scary. Mike glanced over at Tré, and then looked at me. He’d known about that first night, but he didn’t know that we’d kept our relationship running.

“What’s eating him?”

“Don’t know.” I did know. And I also knew the consequences this would entail. Ten minutes into the interview came the fatal question.

“So, a lot of people want to know what’s going on between you, Billie, and you, Tré, because you’re always together in public.” I glanced over at Tré, who offered me a tight, forced smile. He didn’t want to do this, but neither did I. I was about to shock everyone in the room. Even Mike.

“Well…we’re together.” Tré’s pinky caught mine, and I glanced down at our fingers, now entwined. There was silence as the interviewer was at a loss for words. Not even Mike could speak. That’s how stunned everyone was. I looked at the chick sitting in front of us, stack of papers in her lap that contained the questions she wouldn’t need. Meeting her gaze, I smirked. “Tré and I have been dating for six years. And you know something else? I couldn’t be happier.”

Tré leaned over to me and pressed his lips behind my ear and whispered, “What about the ‘you know what?’”

“Not today,” came my whisper back.

“You two are…dating?”

“Yes.”

“So you’re saying all those rumors about the two of you are true?” I knew about the rumors.

“Yeah. But, hell, I love Tré. I wouldn’t risk my life by doing this if I didn’t love him.”

“I guess I won’t be needing these questions. Are you two going to…elope?”

“No.” I knew my next comment was going to be censored, but I stated it loud and clear, “Fuck eloping. We’re going to Canada to get married.” That stunned Tré. But not into silence.

“What about kids? Will you two adopt in time?” I glanced over at Tré, and he ran his thumb over my hand as if to say, ‘you can fucking do this’.

“Well…” I swallowed, opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I looked over at Tré, panic rising in my throat.

“Billie’s pregnant.” Two words shattered the entire balance of the studio. I could hear the cameramen twittering away, and finally, the producer signaled for them to go to a commercial. He walked over to us, and I placed a hand over my swollen stomach.

“Look, my company has standards we have to live up to. And you proclaiming to national television that you’re ‘pregnant’ might just make me throw your gay ass out of this studio.” Mike was just sitting there, watching Tré bristle from the producer’s comment.

“Shut the hell up. You have no right to say what we can and cannot say.”

“We’re back in five!” The producer glared at us and then left, leaving us alone. “Two, and one!”

“Pregnant?”

“Yes.” Tré was doing the talking now. I had sunk back into the couch, and I just listened to what the interviewer was saying…well, asking.

“Have you thought of names?” Tré looked over at me and I offered a smile.

“Not as of right now.” Finally, when we went to commercial, I pressed a kiss to Tré’s cheek, and Mike poked me in the shoulder.

“There’re cameras around, dorks.” I turned and placed a wet kiss on his cheek, making him turn bright pink. Then, upon turning back to Tré, I was greeted by him placing a sloppy kiss on my mouth, much to the shock of the interviewer. He tugged on my shirt and then lifted the hem of it over my stomach to place a kiss there. He looked up to see the shocked faces of the interviewer, producer, and several camera techs staring at us.

“What? I can’t show my unborn child some love?” That night, I was watching TV when the footage from the commercials was shown. Then I realized just how funny it looked, Tré kissing my stomach, but then his lips found their way from mine down to my stomach.

“If it’s a boy, what do you want to name it?”

“Um…how bout Frank?”

“God no. I was thinking William.”

“Middle name?”

“God, I don’t know.”

“How bout yours?”

“William Edwin. I like it. What if it’s a girl?” I smirked, and then leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

“I don’t want to think of names right now…it’ll just make it too real.”

“Neither do I.” Just then, I realized that this thing inside me that was changing my body so much was going to be a baby in just five short months.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face.

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