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Fight Fire With Fire; James/OFC, Het, 1999
Topic Started: February 17, 2013, 12:58 pm (18,430 Views)
HellHathNoFury
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OOO yay! I also like Ruth softer, and its good they will be living together. It will just be easier that way.
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(Boring filler chapter)

I pushed James off me the next morning to run to the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard a thud which I presumed was him landing on the floor. I leaned over the bowl and heaved. This was my first morning with morning sickness and I didn’t like it.

“Gross” he stood at the bathroom door in his boxers looking at me on the floor and rubbing his tired face.

“Thanks for the support” he gave me his hand to pull me up.

I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. I felt and looked awful.

“Feel like moving your stuff today?”

“What?”

“You’re moving in with me. Remember?”

“Oh…yeah. Sure, there’s some boxes in the garage and a suitcase in my closet”

I got the suitcase from the closet and left it open on the floor. I threw most of my clothes into it or at least the ones that were closest to the top of their pile. The last thing I put in was a framed photo of me, my mom and dad when I was around eight years old. Hopefully I’d have a similar photo with my own kid soon enough.

“Here” James put cardboard boxes on the floor of my room.

“I don’t think I’ll need those, I fit almost everything into the case”

“But—“ he sighed out of breath with his hands on his hips.

“Thanks though”

“How did you fit everything in there?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of stuff to be honest”

“Alright I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready to leave” he nodded awkwardly when I realized I was still in my underwear from last night.

I got dressed and looked around my room for the final time. After 29 years I was finally leaving home and it was a weird feeling. I was going to be calling somewhere else home. I left my dad a note on the kitchen table saying I had gone and that I’d call him later.

We drove to James’ that afternoon. I’d been before but it felt different now that we were going to be raising our kid here. And I had only been in two rooms of it before.

“Home sweet home” he grinned shutting the door with his foot and leaving my suitcase in the hallway.

“Going to give me the tour?”

“Yeah sure”

We walked up the wide staircase to a hallway of doors. The house didn’t feel lived in; it felt like it was still brand new. Everything was clean and where it was supposed to be.

“Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, junk room, possible nursery, my room, your room and the bathroom” he said walking along and pointing at the different doors. I opened the one to my room and it was bigger than my living room with a king size bed and an en suite bathroom.

“Holy crap, this is amazing…but I can crawl into your bed if I have nightmares right?” I joked.

“I guess” he giggled nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

He continued giving me the tour downstairs around the wood and white marbled kitchen, the basement and living room then finally we stopped in the back garden sitting on the grass.

“Hope I don’t get lost here” I broke the silence between us.

“You won’t, it’s not that big. Treat it like it's your own house”

“It’s bigger than my house. Don’t you ever get lonely here though?”

“Yeah…I suppose I do sometimes. I’m not here most of the time anyway. But I won’t be lonely for much longer, right?”

“Right” I smiled at him.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah I could eat something. Are you going to cook?”

“Haha that’s a funny joke”

“What? You can’t cook?”

“Well yeah I can but I don’t think there’s anything to cook”

I got up and looked in his fridge. Meat and beer. Most of the meat was past its sell by date now though so I threw most of it out. I checked out his pantry and it was full of junk food.

“How does nachos sound to you?” I asked holding a huge bag of tortilla chips.

“Go for it” he encouraged me then disappeared to the living room.

I fried some minced beef in the pan then smothered it in hot sauce when it was done. I took two plates from the shelf and stacked the chips on them, covered them in salsa, cheese and jalapeno peppers then put the beef on top of it all. I grabbed a bottle of water for myself and a bottle of beer for James and brought it out to the living room where he was sitting watching a hockey game.

“Thanks. Am I going to get all my meals cooked for me now?”

“Uh…no. That might be kinda—“ before I finished he erupted into a fit of coughing after he took a small bite and it hit the back of his throat. “Spicy…”

“Jesus Christ! What did you put in this?!” he managed to say after a gulp of beer.

“Not a lot…just some sauce you had in the kitchen. Not a fan of spicy food?”

“I don’t think I’ve had anything that spicy…ever”

“Just eat around the peppers then”

After eating, we flaked out on the couch for the rest of the night. He sat at one end with his legs on the coffee table and I stretched out with my head in his lap watching Rocky II. I liked this version of James better. The one where we could just be friends and nothing was implied. Where there was none of his macho façade anywhere to be seen.

“Thanks for this, James”

“For what?” he looked down at me.

“Letting me stay here. I really appreciate it”

“Don’t worry about it…I like having you around…for now at least” a shy smile spread across his lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Who knows, I might get sick of you and kick you out”

“Jeez thanks!”

“Can I ask you a question? It might be a little weird though…”

“Okay…?”

“Can I um…feel your belly?”

I pulled my tank top up and he put his warm hand on my lower stomach.

“You’ve got a bump” he pointed out and laughed.

“I honestly think that’s just the nachos and not the baby”

"I think it's cute whatever it is"

He kept his hand there for another ten minutes while watching tv at the same time. It didn’t bother me, but rather showed he did care and mightn’t be the womanizer I first thought he was.

“I’m going to bed” I yawned as I was drifting in and out of sleep on his thighs. I sat up and kissed him on the cheek. “Night, James”

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Aww this was cute. James is so cute when he's not being all macho....well he's sexy when he's like that. Lol. I know what you mean by filler chapters god I hate those with a passion! More soon please!
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Woodstock, July ‘99.

James and I were sitting backstage in a trailer at Woodstock. Every five minutes a member of another band or crew would walk in and spark up conversation with James. It was hard to find time to talk with each other. My bump was beginning to show now and I was wearing hoodies to cover it at work but sooner or later the guys were going to start asking questions. They also didn’t know I was living with James. As far as they were concerned, we were still broken up but remained on good terms because we had to work together.

“I think this should be your last gig…well last working gig” James began sitting beside me on a couch.

“I don’t know…I need the money and stuff”

“Forget about that for now, I’ll cover that. I don’t think you should be up so late every night you know? And I think you should tell Kirk so he can keep an eye out for a new guitar tech”

“Yeah…you’re right”

“I’m going to get some food. I’ll be back” he gently punched my arm.

As James left, Lars and Kirk came into the trailer together.

“Hey guys” I waved at them to come over. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” both of them looked at each other like something was up. They sat in front of me as I prepared to tell them.

“So I have some news…I’m…going to have a baby”

“Congratulations!” Kirk beamed and hugged me.

“Fuck off…”Lars said in disbelief with his mouth open.

“Lars!” Kirk elbowed his friend.

“I didn’t know you were with anyone…last I heard you were with Ja…oh my fucking god” he shouted almost laughing as he put the pieces of the puzzle together in his head. “That’s why you two are being so nice to each other! Even when you were going out it looked like you hated each other’s guts”

“Is he right? It’s James’ baby?” Kirk asked shocked.

“Yeah…”

“And he’s happy about it?”

“He’s pretty happy, yeah”

“Awesome. Congrats again! I guess I have to start looking for a new tech, huh?” Kirk said disappointedly.

“Yeah. This is gonna be my last gig for a while, sorry”

“Don’t worry about it, Ruth. Just make sure you have a healthy baby”

“HETFIELD!” Lars shouted as James came back into the trailer. “You’re gonna be a daddy! I never thought I’d see the day!”

“I take it you’ve told them?” I nodded back to him.

“Where’s the food?” I asked him, getting hungry and I wanted to get away from an annoying Lars.

“I’ll show you” he motioned for me to follow him.

I stepped outside the trailer and finally took off my hoodie and tied it around my waist since I didn’t have to hide my bump anymore. I saw Maxine who I hadn’t seen in months approach me. One thing crossed my mind when I saw her: who the hell wears heels to a festival?

“Pregnant, Ruth?” she asked me snobbishly.

“Yeah…what of it?”

“Know who the father is?” she scoffed. I then felt James’ arm wrap around my shoulder and she got her answer.

“Ugh…” she sighed as if she were disgusted and walked away.

“Screw her” he said casually putting on his sunglasses and we walked towards a catering area.

“The guys took the news well” I pointed out shoveling a handful of chips into my mouth.

“Yeah, thank god”

“Who’s on stage now?”

“Limp Bizkit. They’re wrecking it and not in a good way”

“Can we go watch?”

We stood at the side of the stage and watched Limp Bizkit finish of their set. It was a nightmare. People had started fires and began to tear the place apart during their last song. Fights broke out and I lost count of how many ambulance sirens I heard. James stood with his arm around my waist the whole time. More in a protective manner than a loving one.

“I hope you don’t start this later!” I shouted in his ear over the noise of the crowd.

“We’ll be fine. At least we can go home tomorrow and relax for a while” he reassured me. It was still strange to me calling James’ house home even though I’d been there a few weeks now.

I checked Kirk’s guitars for a final time back in the trailer. I couldn’t bring them to the stage because it was so far away from where we were so me and the guitars had to go in a van.

The Ecstasy of Gold started to play just after 9pm and I handed Kirk his first guitar of the evening.

“You alright?” James came over to me.

“Yeah why?”

“Just making sure” he smiled.

“You better go” I told him because Lars and Kirk had started playing the intro to Creeping Death.

“Alright I love you. See you later”

“What did you just say?” I said completely shocked and grabbed his hand. My heartbeat doubled in speed.

“I have to go” he said quickly like it was something he never meant to say and jogged out to the stage to start singing.

I was taken aback by what he said. I never thought I’d hear those words come out of his mouth. We needed to talk and I needed to know what he meant but I couldn’t just drag him off stage. The set seemed like it dragged on forever and every song seemed an hour long.

After Seek and Destroy I took Kirk’s guitar and then tried to find James but it was a difficult task among the sea of people. I decided the best thing to do was go back to hotel room and wait for him there because any person I asked said they hadn’t seen him after he walked off stage and I didn’t want to run the risk of getting myself lost looking for him.

I sat in the hotel room on the bed and hoped he’d be back soon and that he hadn’t disappeared off to a bar. I took off my shoes and jeans and got into bed at 1am and tried to fall asleep. Maybe if James came back we could talk in the morning. It was way too warm in the hotel room even during the summer in the dense New York City. I got up to turn the air conditioning on and heard a weak knock on the door.

“Hey” I was relieved to see James when I answered it. “Did I wake you?”

“No. I couldn’t sleep” I opened the door so he could come in.

“Why not?”

“I was worried about you”

“There was a big accident on the freeway coming back here so the traffic was crazy. Go back to bed. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be in in few minutes” he whispered and stepped into the bathroom.

I didn’t smell any stale beer so I knew he hadn’t been drinking which made me somewhat happier but I did still have to find out what he meant earlier. I got under the covers for the second time and waited for him to come out of the shower.

“You awake?” I felt his hand on my hip around twenty minutes later. I had zoned out and not heard or felt him get into bed.

“Yeah” I replied but I didn’t look at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay” I wrapped my fingers around his that were still on my hip. “What did you mean by what you said before you went on stage, James?” I whispered, approaching the subject with caution.

“What did I say?” he mumbled into my pillow.

“You said ‘I love you’…”

“Well” he paused before he spoke again. “I do…love you” I turned around to face him. “I love you like you love your best friend…plus, you’re going to be the mother of my child too”

“Oh…right” I smiled weakly.

“Go to sleep, Ruth” he kissed my forehead. “We fly home tomorrow”
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I loved this chapter.

James is so cute at the end, especially. :)

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Oh that I love you meant more than what he said it did. More soon please!
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Oh that I love you meant more than what he said it did. More soon please!
Agree!!

Moar!! :heart: :heart:
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Awww he still loves her!
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James trying to play dumb :lol:
We know what you said, Admit it!
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Alright so this one's a little on the emotional side and it's from James' POV too. As ever thank you for your comments! :heart:

A week later we were back in California, back in my own bed. The sheets being pulled off me woke me up. I lifted my head and looked at the clock and it was 4.45am and the sun was beginning to rise. We didn’t have a show and I had nowhere to be so thankfully I could grab a couple more hours of sleep or maybe even just stay here all day. I rolled over and went to put my arm around Ruth but she wasn’t in the bed even though she had been staying in my bed since we got back from New York.

“Ruth?” I called out. I sat up and when my senses kicked in I heard a sniffling from the bottom of the bed. I stood up and saw Ruth on the floor gripping the sheets, doubled over in pain.

“What’s wrong?!”

“It hurts so much, James” she wept, clutching her stomach. This was bad.

I ran to the phone in the room and dialed 911 as fast as I could whilst keeping an eye on Ruth on the floor.

“Yeah my uh…girlfriend is in a lot of pain and she’s pregnant, almost three months…yeah she’s conscious” I gave the guy my address then went back to Ruth.

“C’mon sweetie can you sit up for me?” I lifted her onto the bed. I didn’t know what else to do.

“When did this happen?” I tried to understand her broken sobs but she was in too much pain and it broke my heart.

I picked up yesterday’s clothes off the ground that were in reaching distance and pulled them on in a hurry.

“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” I told her as she cried into my chest.

Around ten minutes later the EMTs arrived and put her on a stretcher. Seeing her lying there in agony and knowing there was nothing I could do tore me up.

“Is she alright?”

“She has to get to a hospital right away”

“Can I come with you?”

“Not in the ambulance, sir but you can follow in a car or something”

They carried her down the stairs and put her in the ambulance. I could still hear her whimpering in pain as they closed the doors. I grabbed my wallet and keys then ran to my car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. I sped through the traffic and it seemed like every traffic light turned red if it could. The whole drive there was a blur of speeding and swearing then when I arrived; it took be fifteen minutes to find a parking spot.

I spoke to the nurse at reception to see where Ruth was.

“Hi…um my girlfriend arrived a few minutes ago. Do you know where she is? She’s pregnant too”

“Her name?”

“Ruth Bowe” she took my name and made a phone call to some other part of the hospital. My fingers were turning white from gripping onto the counter so hard while I waited for her to tell me something. Something good.

“If you’d like to take a seat and a doctor will be down to talk to you shortly”

“No I don’t think you understand, I need to know right now. I can’t lose them and technically I haven’t even got one of them yet!” I raised my voice hoping to get an answer.

“Sir” she told me in a warning manner.

I sat among all the other people who were waiting for their relatives. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Everything was going so well up until now. I wanted this kid more than anything and then maybe try to work things out with Ruth if she wanted me. I decided to call her dad and let him know what was going on.

I put some change into the hospital pay phone and dialed the number of her house but there was no answer. I left a message on the machine instead.

“Mr. Bowe, it’s James. I’m at the hospital with Ruth and…they haven’t told me what’s going on yet so I don’t know…maybe get here as soon as you can. Bye” my voice broke as I hung up the phone. I felt weak. I sat back down in the row of uncomfortable plastic seats for another eternity.

“Mr. Hetfield?” a doctor in a white coat called me and I followed him into a small room with blinds and a couch.

“So what’s going on?”

“We had to deliver the baby, sir” he spoke quietly.

“What? She’s only like…three months is that even safe?!” I knew he was about to tell me things I didn’t want to hear.

“No it’s not but Ruth’s body couldn’t handle the pain so it was for the best. She’s recovering now. You can see her in a while. Was she under any stress at all?”

I couldn’t speak. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

“Sir?”

“No…no she wasn’t…why did this happen?”

“Miscarriage is very common is the first trimester of pregnancy. If you are going to try for another baby then there’s an 80% chance you’ll have a successful full term pregnancy. She’s in room 325 on the fourth floor when you want to see her. Stay here for as long as you need to”

“What was it? Boy or girl?”

“A boy sir” he whispered then left me alone.

I fell on the couch when the doctor left the room after telling me what had happened. I felt robbed. I felt angry. I wanted to scream and tear the fucking room apart. I lost one of the most positive things in my life. My son. I couldn’t count how many nights I didn’t sleep because I was making so many plans in my head for what we’d do together in the future; play football, go to the park, bond. But I’d never have that chance. I had plans and now they’re fucked.

I wiped my face and got in the elevator to see Ruth. My hands shook as I pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator stopped on the second floor and a nurse got in pushing an incubator with a baby in it. It looked so happy and peaceful wrapped up in a blanket. I shut my eyes tight to stop any tears escaping.

I got out and walked to the room Ruth was in. When I entered the room and I saw her lying there, still asleep and hooked up to machines that were making different noises, it suddenly became hard to breathe. I got that winded feeling again. All this had happened and it wasn’t even noon. I pulled a chair over and sat by her side. She was paler than normal and her head was propped up by a pillow. I folded my arms and rested them on the rail of the bed and cried quietly into the sleeves of my sweatshirt. What the fuck had we done to deserve this?

“I’m so sorry this happened, Ruth” I spoke to her even though she couldn’t hear me. “I’ll be here when you wake up”

All this stuff had happened and it wasn’t even noon.
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Oh no!!

It sucks that they lost the baby! I hope, though, that this will pull them closer together, not push them apart.

I hope you update soon again! :heart:
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Uh, I guess, I missed a few updates.

The baby... it sucks they have had to lose it, but as Minna says, I think this will make them grow closer, which is a good thing for them.
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This was such a good update. I feel so bad for Ruth and James. I hope they look to each other for support. More soon please.
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Short part for now. More later. :heart:

I finally found the energy to open my eyes. I could hear James mumbling things but I couldn’t make out what they were. My stomach was throbbing but I felt empty. James was staring at me and when I met his gaze I turned away from him again. I could see the disappointment in his bloodshot eyes.

“You’re awake” he tried to smile. “Look at me, sweetie”

“I’m sorry…I let you down” I apologized in a small voice.

“What are you talking about?” he frowned. “This is not your fault, Ruth”

“I know how much you wanted this baby and so did I”

“These things happen” he stuck his hand through the bar of the bed and held my hand. I hand no strength to return his grasp even though I wanted to more than anything. “How do you feel?”

“Sore. When can I go home?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should concentrate on getting better first”

“I know. I just don’t like it here…”

“What happened this morning, Ruth? Do you remember anything?” his thumb rubbed tiny circles on my hand as he spoke to me.

“I remember being in bed and I just got up to go to the bathroom then I felt a shooting pain in my side when I stood up and I fell over because it was so bad…I couldn’t even shout to call you”

“It’s okay…we’ll get through this…”

“How can you be so sure?”

“What do you mean? You think I’m only with you because of the baby? I’m not just going to disappear because of this, Ruth”

“Yeah…have you told anyone about this?”

“I called your dad earlier but there was no answer so I left a message telling him to come here…I haven’t told the guys yet”

“You should go get something to eat or go home and sleep for a while. I’ll be okay here”

“No” he replied sternly.

We were silent for a while after that. Both of us letting out sighs and cries now and again. At around 3pm my dad came to visit. I saw the look on his face so I presumed he had been told what happened. He pulled over a chair and sat opposite James.

“Hey honey” he smoothed my hair with his hand. “How are you?” I looked him in the eye and burst into tears. “I’m so sorry you two; I can’t imagine what this feels like”

“I’ll leave you alone” James whispered and walked out of the room to leave me and my dad to talk.

“How is he?” my dad asked after watching James walk out of the room staring at the floor.

“Devastated…he wanted this kid so bad. It’s not fair” I wiped my tear stained face with the back of my hand.

“Listen, Ruth I’m no good with this emotional stuff so I don’t really know what to say except I’m sorry” I nodded to show him I was listening because I wasn’t in the mood of talking. “Have you told your mom?”

“No”

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No. We’ll get around to telling people ourselves”

James came back in and handed my dad a cup of coffee. The three of us sat in silence until a doctor and a nurse came in. The nurse began to check all the machines I was hooked up to and the IV in my hand.

“So how are you feeling, Ruth?” the doctor began.

What kind of a question was that? I just lost my baby. How was I supposed to feel? Inside I felt like I wanted to die but I couldn’t tell him that.

“Okay” I lied. “When can I go home?” I wanted to get out of here. I’d been in hospitals way too much recently and I hated their smell and generally everything about them.

“Who’s going to be looking after you when you leave here?” James and my dad looked at each other.

“I am” James volunteered.

“Right. I need to tell you a few things then” he motioned for James to step outside with him and he left again.

“Are you sure James can look after you?” my dad asked cautiously.

“I can look after myself but if he says he can then I believe him. We have another month off anyway so it’s not like he won’t be around the house. You have to work anyway”

The doctor came in with James a few minutes later and told us that visiting time was over.

“Call me if you guys need anything” my dad patted James on the shoulder and hugged me as best he could and left to go back to work.

“You should go home too, James; you’re exhausted”

“I want to stay here”

“I’m tired too so I’m probably going to fall asleep anyway. There’ll be no point in you being here”

“Right. But you’ll tell me any news they give you?”

“Of course. Can you bring me some clothes when you’re coming back?”

“Yeah sure” he leaned over and kissed my neck. I lifted my arm to hug him back and tangled my fingers in his hair. His warmth was comforting. “Things will get better. I promise”

"Love you" I said quietly into his sweatshirt but he didn't hear me.

I watched him leave looking at the ground again. When the door shut I tried to fall back asleep and hope that I might wake up from this nightmare.
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Awh :(
Why did you do that? Lol I'm kidding
I hope they'll be able to grow a stronger bond since they're no longer going to be parents
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