Chapter 109

She nodded as they walked up to the dressing room, which was already filled with band members chatting and eating whatever take out they had ordered up. She smiled at each one, her brow flicking up as David walked up with a pair of chopsticks in hand,chopsticks that held something way too green and gooey to her way of thinking.

"Hello gorgeous, Want some?" He stuck the utensils her way and she shuddered.

Richie watched her reaction and reached for some squid and held it under her nose. " But baby you said you loved this. "

Her nose wrinkled as she backed away. The stuff smelled foul. "I'd never eat that!" Her throat worked as he advanced, the rubbery substance wiggling in his fingers. "That's just ewwwww."

"Yea but you loved this just the other day." Richie grinned as he swallowed another piece nice and slow, his lips smacking together loudly to show his appreciation of the delicacy.

Her eyes widened and he moved in for a kiss, his breath all squid like and she felt her self shudder with revulsion. "I aint.. nooo."

"What's wrong baby?" He leaned in further, barely a hair's breath away from her lips. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

She felt the urge to hurl and took a step backwards as she swallowed down the need to throw up all over his teeshirt. "Smelly fish, no kiss."

He pulled her close and whispered, "Time for you to see a doctor darlin "

"I just don't like the smell of that fishy goo David's scarfing down babe. I'm totally ok. Honest."

"No baby you're not ok," Richie stood there for a moment, his mind reaching back to remember what little bit he knew of pregnancy. Grinning he leaned in further, his hand reaching down to barely brush against her breasts. "And I bet that feels good, don't it baby?" He watched the slight wince that accompanied her hitched breath. "Don't lie."

She shrugged it off. "Well they have been getting mnore attention than usual you know." At David's sudden bark of laughter she felt the blush rise. "What??"

David shook his head quickly. "Nothing." He quick stepped over to the couch, his chopsticks working overtime as he watched Bri go green as she watched him eat. Maybe Richie's right. She ate this stuff a few nights ago and loved it.

Richie pressed against her murmuring, "and this?" His hands drifted lower, caressing her tummy that felt bloated even to him. "I know you're body Darlin', and this isn't the I'm gonna start type of bloating."

She watched him, the confusion rising with each breath she took. "What the heck are you on about Richie? Its just some lil bug. I told you I'M FINE!"

"Lets just get it checked out for me. " Richie's called up his sad puppy look. "It won't hurt to just go find out to be safe baby."

She glanced down at the floor. She hated doctors, hated them with a freaking passion and had ever since she'd tried to get help when she was losing herself over Jared's antics. "Don't need a doctor."

Richie sucked in a deep breath as he tried to figure out how to make her see sense. Man she's a stubborn little thing. "yes you need to see a doctor, especially if you're pregnant. " All of sudden the room that had been quite noisy was so silent you could have heard a pin drop.

Her brow went up as she studied him quietly. "Couldn't be. We haven't.... its only been... "She glanced at Geena who was standing beside Jon wide eyed. She squeaked out, "What you gotta follow Jon in everything? Do you hit the bathrooms same time too? Its just nto possible Rich."

"Well I try not too," RIchie laughed. " Yes baby, its possible."

She shook her head at the crazy idea. "No, no, no, no its not."

Jon took a step forward, their little argument was slightly amusing to say the least. "Ya saying he aint potent enough? Damn I knew he'd started losing it the minute he hit 50."

Richie shot him a glare. "I am potent, and baby yes you are. Want me to shove this under your nose to prove it? Just watch G. " He avanced towards Geena, the offending piece of gooey squid dangling from his fingers.

Geena scooted back quickly. "Don't even try it! I haven't puked since this morning and I don't intend to now. "

Bri swatted his arm hard, her eyes going wide when the gooey piece of squid went flying only to land partially in David's curls and then against Jon's cheek. "Ummm Ooops?"

Geena bust out laughing. " Baby sorry I aint touching that. "

"You gonna go to the doctors or am I gonna have to hog tie you?" Richie tone was gentle, but the words were serious.

Jon's hand went up to slowly pull the offending rubbery squid from his cheek as he started towards Bri, his gaze flicking over to David who was trying to get the rest out of his curls. "Make her eat a bite. No one slimes me."

Geena went from laughing to sober in a split second. "Don't you even dare to suggest that Jon. IF she is pregnant you know what that would do to her, or don't you remember how I've lived in the bathroom enough for the past how many days to know it aint fun." She spat the words and felt her hormones go into overdrive.

She watched him advance, the squid seeming to grow in his hands as he did. She slipped behind Richie and peeked around him, eyes wide. "Not eating, No doctor."

"Yes to the doctor, no way around it, " Richie ordered, "Or I will let Jon feed this to you. "

Geena reached for Jon's hand, her throat working spasmodically as the whiff of squid hit her nose. God the look on his face as he tried to rub squid from his cheek and look threatening to boot had her fighting the urge to laugh and puke, all in one go. "NO you don't, you CAN'T do that to her. "

She stood there and debated the pros and cons, squid or doctor, doctor or squid and whimpered. She held her hand out and felt her body start the revolt and knew she was going green for Saint Patrick's day. "I'll take the squid for 200 Alex."

Jon held it over her mouth as his smile widened. " Open sesame," he chanted as his hand lifted to drop the piece of squid directly on Bri's tongue.

Geena turned a odd shade of green as she watched her friend swallow the slimely piece of fish. Closing her eyes she forcibly swallowed back the bile that rose to tease the back of her throat.

She chewed, then chewed some more, unable to swallow, unable to just spit it out as her eyes centered on Jon then Richie. She'd never get the taste of this shit out of he rmouth. She just knew it. "See told you it was just upset tummy Rich. I ate it, I'm fine see?"

Jon watched her skin go pale, then tint green around the gills. Well hell it wasn't so fun when they looked that damn pitifiul about it. He glanced up at Richie, who looked ready to spit nails and laughed. "Nah, not pregnant. See?"

"Oh no? Then tell me Sabrina Sambora, why are you the same color as G right now? I'm taking bets guys," he called to the room at large. "On the race to the bathroom. " Who's gonna win?"

She pushed the offending mass to the side of her gums and managed a half grin. "I'm fine..." So fine her belly felt like acid and her mouth tasted like shit, but she was fine. She' d be fine if it killed her, she wasn't going to a doctor. All of them were highpriced quacks who couldn't help you find your way out of a paper bag.

"Sure you are. Keep telling yourself that right up to the day you give birth to the next Sambora. You are so going. I can put you on my shoulder and carry you if need be. " Richie refused to budge on the subject. "I"m going with you to make sure you do too. "

She forced the swallow and reeled as it slid down her throat. Taking a deep breath she glanced up at Richie, stubbornly keeping to her point. "See? Ate it all. Told you I was fine."

He shook his head, "See this face? It's my I'm Not convinced by your act at all face. Sorry you are goin' . Now lets get you seated before you fall over," Richie said guiding her towards the couch but as he started to move her it happened-- so fast no one could move, least of all Jon .

His eyes went wide as his hands flashed out to catch what was hurtling his way, until the smell hit first. As he held her heaving shoulders his nose wrinkled, his mouth drew up into a frown and he felt the urge... "She.... God damit fuck head.. LOOK at what YOU did."

He pushed Bri backwards towards her husband, his hands swiping at the offending smell as the fluid dripped along his brow and down his cheek. "Fuck." She..." his throat worked as the slimy mass sliding into his shirt and its smell hit him hard, "she fuckin' puked on me."

Richie led Bri into the bathroom and helped her clean up all the while roaring with laughter the sight of Jon not leaving his brain "Now you gonna tell me you ain't pregnant again? I'm sure you just wanted to projectile vomit all over Jon for fun right?"

Geena fought the urge to puke herself as she tried not to laugh. It was quite comical to see her husband in such a disarray.

She moved towards the sink, urgently rinsing her mouth before straightening and muttering. "He made me eat it, he had to just wear it."

"Darlin you did say you would eat it, " Richie pointed out.

She leaned into his chest, her forehead resting on his shoulder. "It's because I hate doctors. Dont' make me go to one Rich. They don't help, they don't."

"But baby if you're pregnant you need to go to one. You can't go through a pregnancy without a doctor," Richie said softly as he wrapped his arms around her.

She sighed. He always had to make sense. "I just dont see how I am. I was married for ten years and never.. and then you and a couple of months and yeah? I mean.. Rich I know you want more kids, but how?" She closed her eyes wishing she could believe in his little miracle idea, but she just wasn't that lucky.

"Maybe he just wasn't as potent as me .Besides baby I know you're body and its a changin'. Maybe God didn't think you and asshole should have kids together and you and I should."

She mumbled into his shirt reluctantly, "You really gonna go with me?"

"Yea baby I wanna be with you every step of the way if you are. I don't want to miss a thing. "