For two days Larry wondered how he was going to tell Nick. As they rode up the elevator, Nick deciding against going out that night and partying after the concert he figured this was the time to tell him. His announcement wouldn't distract Nick from a concert or an interview. Once they made it onto Nick's floor, then Nick was finally secure in his room he stood by the door and watched as Nick began to undress. After stripping down to boxers and a T-shirt Nick looked over and saw Larry was still there,
"Hey man, what's up?" He made his way into the room,
"Oh, I was just thinking about MacKenzie." Nick frowned,
"Who?"
"Quinn's daughter." Nick nodded,
"Oh yeah yeah." He began looking through his backpack as Larry sighed,
"You ever thought about having kids?" Nick smiled,
"Yeah I guess but no time soon. I'm way too young." Larry nodded, he pretty much expected to hear that,
"Nick, have a seat. I need to tell you something." Nick looked over at him and immediately knew it was something he didn't want to hear,
"What?" Larry shook his head,
"Have a seat." Nick shook his head and frowned,
"I don't want to, just tell me." So many times Larry tried to figure out how to tell Nick about Mac but he never came up with a strategy. How do you tell a fun-loving care-free kid that he has to become a responsible father overnight? There was no best laid plan. Nick may not have wanted to sit down but Larry sure did,
"Larry, WHAT?! Is it my family?" He ran his hands over his thighs and took a deep breath,
"Yeah, kind of." Nick shook his head, panic-stricken,
"Dude, fucking tell me!" Larry nodded,
"MacKenzie, Quinn's daughter, is yours." Nick just stood there and Larry wasn't sure if he understood what he just said,
"You are Mac's dad."
Nick sat on the couch, as soon as Larry told him he was Mac's dad he made him leave, without saying another word. He didn't want to hear that. The last thing he wanted to do was be at father at this point in his life. He wasn't even married. There was a long line of people who were going to want to kick his ass. His mother, Oh God she was going to kill him, the guys, management, the fans. He walked over to the minibar and sat on the floor beside it, opening the first thing in his sight,
"This can not be happening to me." he whispered as he began to drink, a single tear falling down his face,
"Why me?"
He groaned,
"Answer the fucking phone." He couldn't believe his luck, that she still had the same cell phone number since the last time he called her when he and Mike went to her apartment and he was caught by her boyfriend. He sat up as she answered the phone,
"Hello?" He coughed,
"Is your baby my baby?" He could hear her move around,
"What? Who is this?" He rolled his eyes,
"How many guys would call you and ask if they're your kid's father?" She groaned,
"Nick?" His stomach dropped that his name was the first one she said. Did that mean he was the father,
"Yeah. it's Nick. Is she mine?" Please say no, please say no he chanted in his head over and over,
"No." He sighed and smiled,
"Where did you get that from? Who told you that? Are you drunk?" He cleared his throat,
"Larry told me and yes I'm drunk so what? And why did he tell me I was the father? Are you two trying to pull some shit?" He drank from another bottle as he waited for her to answer,
"I'm not trying to get anything over on you. I don't know why he told you that Nick, she is not your daughter. I'm hanging up, I have to be up for work soon." He shook his head,
"Thank God, I don't need any fucking kids." She hung up and he shook his head as he turned off the phone and threw it to the floor,
"I knew that wasn't my fucking kid."
Chapter 12a
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