A whole month has passed and Evan and Jon were already great parents. Evan and Jon were getting dressed for the party Evan's mom was hosting. Evan now had the smallest lump on his belly. You could barely tell he was holding a baby. But every night, Jon would cuddle up with him and play with the baby, sometimes Deli even came around and rubbed his head against Evan. 

Evan

"Fuck Evan, this has to be perfect." I laughed at Jon as he put on a long black wig. Making him look silly. "Come on Evan, put on the mustache and the yellow jacket, oh! Don't forget the wig." I laughed, "Okay okay! Calm down Jon!" For this party, Jon and I were going as Brian May and Freddie Mercury. They had a good relationship with each other while Freddie was still alive. Of course I was Freddie and Jon was Brian. "Shit! Where's my guitar?!" I turned around to grab it from under the bed. "Hold on! I don't want you or the baby hurt!" I rolled my eyes, "Just because it's finally showing doesn't mean it'll get hurt easier." Jon stopped and looked at me, "Yes... yes it does." 

We pretty much ran to the car, Jon was really excited. On the way there we listened to Def Leppard, both of us jamming out, even the baby was making harder movements. I'd laugh every time Jon would go, "PHOTOGRAAAAAAPH!" Every single time it came in the song. 

Jon pulled into the long driveway to my mother's house. I smiled and the scent of lavender hit me, and Jon, and the baby. My mom had moved out of her other house and into Grandma's, after she had passed. "Why's it look so dark inside?" Jon asked as he guided me to the door. "I don't know, maybe we're a bit early." Jon opened the door and it was completely black, I took one step and "SURPRISE!!!" People popped out from behind the furniture. On the wall there was a banner that said, "Happy Expecting!" A disco ball was hanging from the ceiling. The couch was moved for a dance floor. Music was already starting to play. I brought my hand up to my mouth, to keep my sobbing quiet, but everyone was looking at me. My sobbing got heavier as I leaned against Jon. "Evan what's wrong?" I shook my head, trying to stop the tears. "I..." I smiled through my tears, "I love it." I looked at Jon and then put my hand on my belly, "We all do." 

I laughed as everyone showed us who they were. "I'm Prince man, nothing better." Marcel said. "No, James Hetfield is better." Brian argued as he drank his punch. "Ah, no! Axel Rose is better." Brock laughed as he head banged to "Paradise City" as it was currently playing. "Psssh, you haven't seen Joan Jett!" Luce argued. "What about Madonna?!" Agnetha said as she flipped her hair. "Oh, no no no no, what about Brian Johnson? Lead singer of AC/DC?" Lui said. As we babbled, Thunderstruck came on, and Jon fucking lost it. "Evan we have to fucking sing! Dude, remember this song played as we kicked ass in volleyball in gym?" Jon laughed as he pulled me to the dance floor. I noticed my mom in the kitchen, she looked like she was dressed up as Bonnie Tyler. She was drinking a whole bottle of whine. "Oh no." I mumbled and pulled away from Jon. "Evan?" His lost voice said. 

"Mom!" My mother dropped the whine bottle and looked at me. "Oh, what's up Freddie Mercury? Got any aids for me?" 

"Its your son."

"Oh shit, Evan I'm sorry."

"Mom... why are you drinking?"

"Its a party!"

"Yeah, but the whole damn bottle?"

She frowned, "Evan... I'm afraid of losing you." I hugged her tight. "Mom, don't be, I'm going to be totally fine. Okay?" She nodded, "Okay." 

"No, lets go have some fun in the 80s!" I cheered and pulled my mom to the dance floor. Thunderstruck was about over, and I lost Jon. Everyone was dressed up so I couldn't tell who was who. I let go of Mom and went into the crowd, my nerves jumping up and down. There wasn't even many people here and I lost Jon. 

Tyler saw me running around and he stepped up onto the small DJ thing. "Okay, very small amount of people, we're gonna have a little bit of slow dancing for the two lovers in the house here." I nodded at Tyler, thanking him. I had to thank him again because of the song he put on, "Every Breath You Take" by The Police. 

Jon instantly found me, and he pulled me into a close position. I smiled as he put his hands around my hips, I had mine around his shoulders. 

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you  

I looked around the room, I spotted Luce and Brock together, I spotted Lui and David, awkwardly, I spotted Agnetha and Marcel, I lost my shit when I saw my mom and Brian together. 

Oh, can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take

"I love you." Jonathan whispered. I smiled and kissed him, "I love you too." 

After the song ended Tyler gave me a look. "That's not all, but for now we'll see how many people remember a good song!" Jon and I nearly screamed when the song started. Brian, Marcel, David and Lui gasped too. My mom nearly fell on her ass getting on the coffee table. We all started singing together. 

"Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere"  

 "A singer in a smokey room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on"

 "Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching
In the night
Streetlight people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night"  

"Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on"

"Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching
In the night
Streetlight people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night"

During the instrumental we all started swinging back and forth together, wishing Craig was here. That was the only one we were missing. 

"Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlight people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people"  

We all laughed and cried actually. This was something I'd never forget, even if I die. Brock, or Axel Rose, stopped our little cry baby session, "Time for gifts!" Tyler put on "Juke Box Hero" by Foreigner as we all made our way to the kitchen. Both Johnny and I sat down, looking at all the gifts. "So, which one first?" 

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