We Don't Have To Dance (An Andy Biersack Love Story)

Chapter 34: You Think I'm Someone Else

Chapter 34: You Think I'm Someone Else

Mia's POV

*One Month Later*

"Feel free to make yourself at home," Andy said as he put the last bag down on the floor. "Holler if you need anything," he said and walked away. I closed the door and let out a sigh. I plopped onto the bed and looked around at the room. The walls were painted a cream color and had a grey comforter on the bed. It was Andy's guest room that I'd be staying in for the next few months.

I had agreed to stay at Andy's house so we can easily co-parent during the newborn stage. I wasn't particularly excited about not being able to be in my own home but I knew this made the most sense and was the best decision.

I was definitely going to enjoy not going up and down my apartment stairs constantly. One of the plus sides of Andy buying a one story house. The stairs was probably the only thing I wouldn't miss about home. I was already starting to feel home-sick, hoping that would disappear as my nesting tendencies set in.

I started maternity leave last week so I was also excited about not having to plan a new route to work. I was also particularly excited about only needing to leave the house for appointments. Just when I thought my belly couldn't get bigger, it did, and she dropped so she was positioned very low. I was more uncomfortable than I thought humanly possible and moving around was the last thing I wanted to do.

Andy assured me he would take care of everything, including grocery shopping. He has even offered to drive me to my appointments which I was quick to accept his offer. I feel like I can barely fit behind the wheel with my belly.

I finally got up and started putting my clothes away in the closet and in the drawers. I grabbed all of my toiletries and took them to the bathroom, setting them up on the counter. Andy said this bathroom would be mine since he has one connected to his bedroom. I grabbed my other bag and took it into her nursery, because it was full of her things that I had stashed away at my house.

I smiled as I looked around the nursery, imagining a baby being in here soon. Andy had painted the nursery pink and then had gotten his band to help him build the baby furniture and set it up around the room. We didn't bother setting up the nursery in my apartment since it wouldn't be used for a while. Andy promised he would help set it up when we decide it's time for me to go back home.

I ran my hand along the railing of the crib as I slowly walked around the room, admiring all of the small details that were added to the room.

"You like it?" Andy asked from the doorway. His voice breaking the silence caused me to jump about a foot in the air. I spun to look at him, my hand over my chest.

"Oh my god, you scared me!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled. "How do you like it?" he asked again. I had seen it once they finished building the furniture but Andy had added a few extra things since then.

"I like it, can you believe she's almost here?" I asked, sitting down in the rocking chair that was in the corner.

"I know, I can't wait," he said with a small smile. I could practically see the excitement in his eyes.

"You can't wait? I'm so ready to not be pregnant anymore," I laughed. "Are you not scared? Or nervous?" I asked.

"Definitely, but I know we'll figure it out together. I'm just ready to be a dad. I always had thought about being a dad, but with my career, I never thought it would happen. I'm just excited it's finally happening."

"After my break-up, I always imagined my parenthood journey would be a solo one. I had a plan that at 34 I would get a donor and raise the baby by myself. Having someone to help definitely makes this whole process a lot less scary."

"Well I'm glad we can do this together," he smiled. "Why are you in here?"

"I was going to put away the things I brought," I said, gesturing to the bag on the floor. He walked over to it and unzipped it. He started putting away the tiny baby clothes, adding it to the clothes we had received at our baby shower and the clothes he bought himself. I tried to get up to help, but he insisted he do it for me. He emptied the bag and sat on the floor, looking around the room.

"I can't wait," he said, his eyes glassy with tears.

"Soon," I whispered, rubbing my belly.

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