Life As He Knew It (Open)

John raised a brow. "The 2011 Honda Acura NSX plated in gold... why?" He asked. Randy didn't... they only made three in the world

Randy smiled and opened the garage to reveal the car, looking at John to see his reaction.

John's eyes widened when he saw the car. It... was... gorgeous. He put his hand over his mouth and fell to his knees in front of the far, running his hand over the gold plating. Yes... it was real. "Oh Randy, you didn't..." He said,admiring the beautiful car. He got up and squeezed Randy, kissing his passionately. "I love you so fucking much, you know that... I can't believe you... Oh my god!" He breathed. "Definitely the best presents ever... and the best man ever." He said, beaming.

Randy smiled, glad to know how happy he made John. He wrapped his arms around John. "One more thing," he said, taking Johns hand and leading him inside.

John raised his brow. "Another one? You trying to kill me with happiness?" He chuckled and followed Randy.

Randy smiled as they approached a door. He looked at John, a large smile on his face. He slowly turned the knob, pushed the door open and revealed Gianna's nursey, fully decked out and stocked.

John smiled brightly. "Oh my god, it's beautiful!" He squealed, looking around. It's exactly the way he pictured it. Randy really knew him well. He chuckled when Gianna moved inside him. "She likes it too." He chuckled, putting his hand on his stomach.

Randy smiled. "Im glad you like it," he said, leaning in the door way. "I had it done while we were on the road and had Jeff draw it up for us.

John smiled and sat in the big, purple plush chair. "He did a great job." He said. Pale purple walls... the entire theme of the room was purple. John's favorite color. "I can't wait." He said softly, a hand on his stomach.
Four more moths later had John in his last few weeks of pregnancy, and he was miserable. He laid on the bed, his hand on his back, trying to massage it it as it hurt so bad. He just wanted this baby out of him already. He was tired, sick, and his hips, back, and ankles and knees hurt from carrying Gianna around inside him.

Randy sat next to John, not sure what to do. He wanted to comfort him but didnt know how and he didnt want to ask for fear of getting yelled at. He felt bad that John had to go through this.

John flinched when Gianna kicked hard inside him. "Randy..." He whimpered. His hips felt like they were splitting, and the small of his back was aching. If Randy didn't know how to comfort him... then why didn't he just ask?

Randy bit his lip. "Im right here, baby. Its gonna be okay. I promise," he said, rubbing Johns arm.

John whimpered and took Randy's hand, pulling his down so he was laying behind him, spooning him. But eventually, it hurt to lay down. "Okay, I need to talk around." He muttered and got up, standing and stretching. "Wanna go get coffee with me?" He asked, taking Randy's hand and pulling him up with him, not giving him a chance to answer as he pulled him out of the hotel room. It felt good to stretch his aching legs.

Randy chuckled. "You been drinkin' a lot of coffee lately," he observed.

John smiled. "Craving... at least it's not like... pickles with peanut butter." He chuckled and pulled Randy into the elevator. He was to set on getting coffee that he didn't notice his pants become wet... He frowned as the elevator went down, and looked down at his pants. His eyes widened. "Randy... either I wet my pants or..." He trailed off.

Randy glanced down. "Oh... shit," he said, not really reacting. It took him a minute to react. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, pushing the button like a million times. "Hurryuphurryuphurryup!"

But the elevator wasn't moving... at all. "Oh god..." John groaned, doubling over as he felt a horrible pain between his legs. Fuck, he could not be giving birth in an elevator... where the hell was the baby supposed to come out? Though he had a pretty good idea.

Randy groaned. He used the help phone to call the main desk and told them what was going on. They said they would get someone right on it. He sighed and sat next to John. "Breathe, baby, breath," he said, running a hand through Johns hair.

John just cried. This fucking hurt. "I-I... c-can't... d-do... t-this..." He cried between gasps. He yelled again as he felt another immense pressure between his legs.

Randy took Johns closest hand. "Breathe, baby. Come on. You can do it. Im right here," he said and then bit his lip.

john tried to take breaths. He took Randy's hand, squeezing it. "I... can't... wait..." He groaned, feeling an urge to push.

"Just... um... push," Randy said. There wasnt a whole lot they could do.

John groaned. "In an elevator?" He moaned out, sinking down so he was laying down. His hand went to his pants, fumbling to get them undone. He could not hold off any longer. This baby was coming... now.

"Yes, John. In the elevator," Randy said, helping John with his pants and tossing them aside before situating himself between Johns legs and taking off his own shirt.

John leaned up on his elbows, screaming and crying at the same time as he pushed. This hurt... bad. "Fuck I can't do this!" He sobbed. The pain was horrible, but he kept pushing.