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Shotgun Wedding; James/OC. Justice era.
Topic Started: July 24, 2011, 3:30 pm (11,473 Views)
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No worries, ladies. I'm typing up the new part now. :heart:
yay!!!!!!!!! keep goin its rele gewd
^^ what she said.... IT IS! :heart: :heart:
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It's short, sorry.

But at least it's happy. n_n

- - -

"Ashlynn. Ashlynn, wake up." My eyes fluttered open. The blinding white lights made me turn my head to the side. My vision was blurry and as much as I blinked, I couldn't make out the person clutching my hand. I squeezed back and the person shifted. Smoothed out my hair.

And then I went back under.

- - -

I was awake again. I tossed my head back and forth, feeling some discomfort in my stomach area. There was a man in white standing over me, flashing a small penlight in my eye. A doctor. "Ashlynn, can you tell me what today is?"

I shook my head. "I've been asleep. I dunno..."

"Okay, we'll explain later. But right now you're in labor. The trauma of the shooting caused you to go into early childbirth. Your leg has had surgery, so you'll be unable to deliver normally. We're going to perform a C-section. Do you understand?" The doctor looked over me, prodding me with a thermometer. I mumbled an acknowledgment and the doctor waved some people over.

"Take her to the OR. She's in the transition period and she's bound to give birth any minute. Put her under and perform a Cesarean." The doctor penned a few things down on the chart in his hand and handed it off to someone. Helpless, I watched the ceiling and waited for my next contraction. When it came, I breathed quick, shallow breaths, as my lamaze teacher had previously instructed. All the things I had learned in the class pretty much went out the window, seeing as I wasn't giving birth naturally. My contraction subsided and I stopped gripping the sheets. As I was calming myself, there was a shout behind me.

"Wait! Hey! Where are you taking her?!" There were quick footfalls. James was running toward us. Another contraction caught me off guard and I cried out, grabbing the wrist of one of the nurses pushing my bed. She looked down at me sympathetically and took my hand, allowing me to squeeze it. The other nurse took care of James.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but your wife is going to have a C-section. You can't go back with her." I stared at the ceiling, counting down from ten as my contraction dispersed. James pushed by the nurse and he was looking over me, his face flushed. I noticed, even through my pain, that James didn't bother to correct her.

"Ashlynn," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek. I smiled softly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'll be here when you get out. I swear. And we'll have a beautiful boy, okay? You're gonna be fine." He pulled away from me and I could've sworn I saw tears glistening on his cheeks. As I was pushed away, I felt him watching me.

When we were in the operating room, someone placed a mask over my nose and mouth. Anesthesia. "Could you count backward from one hundred for me, Ashlynn?"

I nodded. "One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven..."

- - -

I woke up a few hours later. The blinding white light of the hospital that once irritated me did so once more. I groaned, turning my head to the side. No one was there. I turned to the other side and James was standing over a small, clear tub filled with blankets. Wires coiled from the tub and into monitors. They were necessary, as he was a little less than two months premature. My son. No, he wasn't just mine. He was ours.

"James," I croaked, still woozy from the drugs I'd been given. He turned around, grinning broadly. He strode over to me and kissed me softly. When he pulled away, he was grinning again. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. He was so gentle with me. I loved it. It was so different from his usual rowdiness.

"He's gorgeous, Ashlynn. He's so fucking tiny, too." James sighed happily, stroking my hair. I sat up in bed. I requested to see him, but James shook his head. "I don't want to wheel the bed. Let me get a nurse."

He left the room and I took the initiative to hop off of the bed. My leg was casted to my upper thigh, but I was able to hop over to his bed. I held the wall to keep from tipping over and peered at my son. He was sleeping peacefully, his head turned to the side and his arms brought over his head. He was beautiful with his dark brown hair. I couldn't see what color his eyes were, but I prayed they were a piercing blue, like his father's.

I watched him until James returned with a nurse, who shoved me back into bed, scolding me like a child. I wanted to hold my son, but she told me no, he was to stay in the incubator for at least another three weeks without any contact.

"Are you...are you telling me I won't be able to hold my own child for almost a month?" My lower lip trembled and James frowned, scoffing loudly. The nurse glared at him as he took a seat on the side of my bed, bringing me to his chest in a hug. I started crying, letting out soft sobs into James' shirt.

"He can be taken out every now and then, maybe once a week," the nurse said softly, suddenly feeling bad. "His immune system isn't fully developed, so he needs not to be exposed to germs and such." She left in silence.

James let go of me and I watched, teary eyed, as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a crumbled piece of paper and handed it to me. "I brought this from your house."

I took it from his hands and smiled through my tears. It was the list of baby names I'd written out not too long ago. "Adrian James" stuck out the most. I whispered it, looking toward the child in the incubator. It seemed to fit. James looked down at me and smiled, hugging me to his chest again. We both lay in the hospital bed, watching our sleeping son from afar. It was perfect.
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Awww that's sooo sweet

I want more lol!!!!!!

God I would hate not to hold my child when he or she is born.
And that's good James took it well..... He would be a good father .....
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August 30, 2011, 11:19 pm
Awww that's sooo sweet

I want more lol!!!!!!

God I would hate not to hold my child when he or she is born.
And that's good James took it well..... He would be a good father .....
Thank you!!!

Hakuna matata, you'll probably get more after my classes are over tomorrow. :')
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Aww, i hope Adrian James is gonna be alright :heart:
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Thanks, ladies. :heart:

A small part to hold y'all over for a little while.

- - -

Ashlynn's POV

Three days later, I was discharged from the hospital. I was wheeled out by a nurse and James walked next to me, holding my hand. I was crying, for I had to leave Adrian in the hospital while I got to leave. I begged to stay, but the hospital needed my room for another birthing woman. I understood, but I was inconsolable. I didn't want to leave my son with a bunch of strangers. I wanted to bring him home.

As James loaded me into the El Camino, he reminded me that we would be back everyday to see him. I nodded, sniffling, and turned over in the seat. James started the car and headed for his apartment and I fell asleep, tired from my emotions.

- - -

James' POV

I had a son. It was odd to say, or even think about, but it made me incomprehensibly happy. As I drove home, everything seemed brighter, more colorful. I smiled, then looked over at Ashlynn. She'd fallen asleep, her cheeks still wet with tears previously cried. She was hysterical with the fact that she had to leave Adrian in the hospital. I didn't understand her sadness, as it was for the better; he needed to be there. But I figured I would have to deal with her emotional tendencies.

"Ashlynn," I said, shaking her as we approached my apartment building. She was roused for her sleep, blinking tiredly up at me. "We're here. C'mon." I climbed out of the car and hurried over to the passenger side. I retrieved her crutches from the back of the El Camino and opened her door. Ashlynn took the offered crutches and climbed out of the car with ease. I grabbed her bag that she had at the hospital and followed close behind her.

We were quiet in the elevator, Ashlynn was leaning on me. I held her up until we got to my floor, and then she crutched away from me. I let her into the apartment. She settled on the couch. I hovered over her like an overbearing parent. I repeated questions regarding food, drink, and sleep. She waved me away. She just sat on the couch, her leg propped up on the coffee table, watching television.

"Are you sure you don't need anything, baby?" I asked, sitting next to her. She shook her head and mumbled a thanks, then a half-assed reply about being tired. I let out a sigh and nodded. I put my arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on my chest. We fell asleep with the TV blaring.

- - -

Ashlynn's POV

Three weeks went by slowly. The days slowly melted into weeks and the weeks seemed never ending. I only got to see Adrian once a week, but each time I saw him he looked less wrinkly and small and more chubby and long. He was filling out and growing quickly. He was perfect. James and I were driving now, on our way to pick him up. I was out of my slump of sadness.

"Oh, God. I'm so nervous," I said, bouncing up and down in my seat. James laughed and told me not to worry, trying to play up a cool manner, but his voice quavered. I smiled and took his hand, lacing my fingers between his. "We'll be fine, okay? You said it to me before and now I'm telling you. We'll be fine."

James took his eye off the road for a few seconds and smiled at me. It seemed genuine and I squeezed his hand in response. We drove the rest of the way in silence. I was anxious and jittery. I couldnt sit still. James placed his hand on my jiggling leg to settle it. I smiled apologetically at him at we pulled into the hospital parking lot.

We got out and I hopped to the bed of the El Camino and retrieved my crutches. I made my way to the sidewalk and James followed suit, looking just as nervous as me. We entered the hospital and we were greeted by the head nurse of pediatrics. She greeted as with a smile. "We have him all ready for you," she said, guiding us toward the wing where Adrian was staying with loads of other newborns. We watched at a large window as she entered the room full of doe-eyed children and plucked a swaddled Adrian from his bed. She cradled him and gingerly walked out of the room.

"We need you to sign some discharge papers and the like, and then you're free to take him home. He'll need to come back in two weeks for a checkup with the doctor and we've already scheduled it for you." I nodded graciously, but James just stared at Adrian. The nurse still held the baby.

"James, you're going to have to hold him until we get to the car," I said, nudging him forward. He looked at me, then at the baby, then at the nurse. She smiled knowingly.

"But, I-I've never...held..." He backed away slightly, shaking his head.

"Here." She made James hold out his arms and she placed Adrian there. "Cradle his head. Hold him to your chest. He's a good baby. He won't fuss much, so I think you both are going to make great parents." The nurse smiled at James and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, then went off to get the aforementioned papers.

James, dumbfounded, backed into one of the many plastic chairs in the waiting room. He sat there, softly bouncing Adrian in his arms, overtaken by some paternal instinct that I would have guessed he never possessed. Leaning on my crutches, I watched the two, father and son, until the nurse returned with the papers. I signed and initialed where needed and then we were free to go. I motioned for James to follow me and he did, though he was more content watching our son in his arms than looking where he was going.

"James! Watch yourself!" I said, laughing, as he almost ran into a doctor. In hindsight, it wasn't very wise to laugh, as he our three-week old son. It was fine, though, as James apologized and he hurried out to the car. I smiled as I crutched behind him.

When I got to the car, I couldn't help but notice how careful James was as he lowered Adrian into his car seat. When I finally shooed James away to start up the car, I stared down at my son. He cooed and reached up to me, his blue orbs staring at my forehead. I smiled and held my hand out to him; he grasped my pointer finger. I gasped and he gurgled happily. Leaning down, I kissed his forehead, then moved to the front seat.

"I'm scared, Ashlynn," James said softly, gripping the wheel tightly. I was about to console him when he spoke again. "But we can do this. I'm positive."

My heart swelled. The childish James from before had dispersed. He was hopeful and so was I.
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awww :heart:
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I LOVE ITT :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :wub: :huggie: :love


THATS ALL I CAN SAY!!! :heart: :biggrin
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Thanks, you guys! I'm on a roll!

However, expect that to change within the next few weeks as I get into my first semester of classes. I hope this holds y'all off until Friday (or Monday, depending on my plans). :')

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Ashlynn's POV

James' enthusiasm for fatherhood waned after two months. He didn't show the same pride I had when Adrian finally began lifting and turning his head on his own. I was ecstatic where James didn't really know how to react. He's just lifting his head, he'd said, shrugging. I was disappointed, to say the least. But I figured it was just a lapse in his excitement. Maybe he would climb back up the enthusiasm ladder in a few weeks.

"Hey, you wanna do me a favor?" I said to James in a hushed voice, cradling Adrian in my arms. James looked up from his copy of Kerrang! and smiled.

"What's up?" He rose from the kitchen table and walked over to me. I handed him Adrian and he took him. I hurried to the bathroom. When I finished and returned to the kitchen, James was sitting at the table with Adrian in his arms, reading the magazine again. Adrian was crying.

"Goddammit, James!" He looked up, then down at Adrian. His eyes widened, as though he just realized his son was wailing. Perhaps he had, but either way it was agitating that he'd let it go for so long. I rushed over and plucked Adrian from his arms.

James scowled. "I could've done something, Ashlynn." I walked away from him and into the living room, Adrian's diaper bag in hand. "I'm not an idiot," he called to my back.

In the living room, I spread out Adrian's changing mat on the ground. I settled him on it and began the monotonous process of changing his diaper, shushing him lovingly as I went. When he had a new, dry diaper on, Adrian stopped crying. He looked up at me with his wide eyes and I smiled. I brought him to the couch with me, propped my feet on the coffee table, resting the baby on my knees. I sang softly to him a song John Lennon had written for his son, replacing certain words.

"Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monster's gone,
He's on the run and your mommy's here,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
"

James was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, watching us. Normally I would've waved him over, but I was annoyed with him. I ignored him and continued singing.

"Before you go to sleep,
Say a little prayer,
Every day in every way,
It's getting better and better,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy.
"

By this time, James was on the couch next to me. He watched Adrian struggle to keep his eyes open. He let out a laugh and I continued singing.

"Out on the ocean sailing away,
I can hardly wait,
To see you to come of age,
But I guess we'll both,
Just have to be patient,
Yes it's a long way to go,
But in the meantime,

Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you,
While you're busy making other plans,

Beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy,
Darling,
Darling,
Darling Adrian.
"

Adrian was asleep. James looked at me, his eyes apologetic. Getting up from the couch, I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked taken aback, but followed me upstairs to Adrian's room, where I rested him in his crib. When I emerged from his bedroom, James was standing in the hallway, looking sullen.

"I don't know why you don't let me do anything. I rarely hold him anymore." He pushed off the wall and followed me into my room. I busied myself with folding laundry and he continued. "I'm always here, Ashlynn. I want to help. Let me."

I shook my head. "You don't want to help, James. Whenever I ask you to watch him, you get sulky and lie about having to do something. You never attempt to help when I actually need it." Huffing, I shoved some laundry into my drawers, slamming things around. "I think you like the idea of having a son, but you don't like taking care of him. Feeding him. Changing him. Getting him to sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night with him. You don't do any of that. I do everything."

James looked offended. He was going to retort, but then something passed through his mind. His face fell, like he realized he was wrong to be offended. He headed for the door. When I asked him where he was going, he said he needed a drink.

Three months later

Ashlynn's POV

My mother told me motherhood was hard, but not this hard. Adrian was a precious bundle of love, sure, but he was constantly awake. He wasn't a crier, but the fact that he was always awake worried me, so I stayed awake, too. I only slept when he slept, which was about six hours a day in small intervals. I was tired and, at six months, Adrian was a ball of energy. The contrast killed me.

And my sex life was nonexistent. The last time James and I'd had sex was four months before the tour was over. The tour was over almost nine months ago. That was a longtime for people our age. We were both in our twenties and we were expected to have sex at least like, once a week. It didn't help that Lars and Laura constantly bragged about how much they fucked. It was embarrassing.

Now that James had so much free time, he filled up the long slots of time with drinking. He didn't drink at my house and he knew never to come to it drunk. When he stayed away for a week or two, I knew he was binge drinking. He did it often and we left it alone. I was preoccupied with Adrian and James with his music. We acted like the alcoholism didn't exist.

"Is Adrian asleep?" James asked as he crawled into my bed. I nodded and he grinned, running his hand up my leg. I was wearing shorts, so he was able to kiss a soft trail of kisses to my thigh. I shivered from the touch I'd become unfamiliar with. He ran his hands under my shirt, caressing my sides.

"I've missed you." I sighed in acknowledgment and James hovered over me, smiling. He leaned down and kissed me fervently, his tongue delving into my mouth. I combed my fingers through his hair, but stopped when I tasted something. Whiskey. And it wasn't me; I hadn't had a drink in months.

I pulled away from him. "I told you not to drink here."

"It wasn't here," he said, backing away from me.

"Are you drunk?"

"No!" He raised his voice. I glared at him. "I just had a little, okay? I was just with the guys."

He was lying. No one smiled so broadly but James Hetfield when they were lying. I pointed to the door. "Come back when you're sober, James. I can't do this right now."

His nostrils flared angrily. He looked at me, then at the door. Enraged, he tore from the room, slamming the door on his way out. Adrian woke up, screeching from his room next door. Insensitive bastard, I thought, rushing out of the room to quell my son's cries.

- - -

James' POV

Who was she to tell me to leave? Adrian was my son, too. I had a right to see him! And I'd only been trying to have sex, something we hadn't done in months. She was lucky I didn't start cheating again. I was getting really fucking tired of this celibacy shit; it wasn't even voluntary.

And she was a nag. I wasn't drunk! I just had a few drinks. And sure, I lied about being 'with the guys', but it wasn't a big deal. I just drank by myself. I was bored, that's all. I needed something to do while Ashlynn was busy being super mom.

I clomped down the stairs and missed the last one, stumbling to the floor. Laura was on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Lars was laying down, his head in her lap. I looked up from the floor and grimaced; they made me sick.

Or maybe I was jealous.

Lars sniggered. "You alright, man?"

I could see Laura suppressing a grin as I struggled to rise from the floor. "Yeah, man, I'm fine. Fuck you for laughing." I attempted to brush myself off, but I couldn't focus. Maybe I was a little drunk.

"Chill out. I was just wondering." Lars rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Laura, who was still looking at me with pity scrawled across her face.

"Stop staring at me," I snapped, turning my back and storming out of the house. When I got to my truck, I struggled to get the key in the keyhole. There were scratches, I saw, around the keyhole from the previous drunken escapades of mine. But I wasn't drunk now, so it was okay.

I scrambled into the cab of the truck and sped off, obnoxiously honking the horn as I went. A devious grin spread across my face as I swerved down the street. A few minutes later, I pulled in front of one of my frequent haunts, a fucking hole in the wall near my apartment.

"Evening," the bartender said to me when I entered, looking sympathetic as I stumbled to the bar. I nodded at him, but scowled when he turned his back. Who was he, feeling sorry for me? He had no reason to be; I was a loyal customer. I was here almost everyday!

I sat down at the bar and ordered two double shots of whiskey and a beer. The bar tender brought them over to me and I slid the money toward him. I gulped back the shots and nursed the beer in my hand, mulling over Ashlynn's words. She told me to leave, that she couldn't deal with 'this.'

What was 'this', exactly? Our relationship? Adrian? Me?

I didn't know what she complained about anymore, but what I did know is that I needed more whiskey.
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James u r fucking up very slowly she is gonna leave you
GET YoUR SHIT TOGaTHER NOW !!

Btw more plzz :lol:
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September 2, 2011, 7:16 am
James u r fucking up very slowly she is gonna leave you
GET YoUR SHIT TOGaTHER NOW !!

Btw more plzz :lol:
What she said... all of it :biggrin
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Hii :D
Just read this whole fic and I must say I love it! Ashlynn is a great character! I love the way she thinks and reacts! And James is described very very well here! I love it, can't wait for more! :)
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Thanks so much, y'all. I love your guys' feedback and it only keeps me writing more. :heart:
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September 2, 2011, 2:49 pm
Thanks so much, y'all. I love your guys' feedback and it only keeps me writing more. :heart:

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We want u to write more .... Lol

it's worth waiting for :wavey
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Jäger.....

Shit, I missed a lot of updates... again...
Sorry!!!
More!!
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