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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 10

The next morning, Brendan found Gerry in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He watched as Gerry prepared eggs, bacon and toast, then put it all on a tray with a cup of fresh coffee and a flower.

“What are you doing?” Brendan asked confused.

“Making Ann breakfast in bed,” he replied with a smile. “Why do you ask?”

“I didn’t know girls actually liked that. I tried to make Lynn breakfast in bed and it didn’t go over so well. She said, and I quote, ‘Thanks, it is the thought that counts, but don’t ever do this again. You know I hate all that romantic crap.’ I was so confused.”

“Well I hope Ann doesn’t do that. She isn’t awake yet, so I though I would surprise her. I made extra, so help yourself.”

“Have you met Ann? She lives for that shit. One way to her heart is to give her flowers for no reason.”

“Do flowers not work with Lynn?”

“Flowers are a bribe taken by girls who aren’t smart enough to see through the bullshit,” Lynn said walking into the kitchen.

“Now, Lynn that wasn’t very nice,” Brendan said.

“I wasn’t saying it to be mean. It’s true.” Lynn took one look at the try in Gerry’s hands and rolled her eyes. I guess you’ll be getting some tonight.” Gerry’s eyes grew wider and he began to walk rather quickly towards Ann’s room, causing Lynn and Brendan to laugh.

Needless to say, Ann was very happy with her breakfast service. Lynn and Brendan could hear her giggles from the kitchen were they devoured what was left of the eggs and bacon in order to refuel from the previous evenings activities.

* * * * * * * * * *

One night, a few weeks later, Brendan and Gerry decided to go out and have a boys night. “It isn’t that we don’t like spending time with you two,” Brendan said. “It’s just that we need to do man things, go to bars and try to pick up women to reaffirm to ourselves that we still have it.” At the last statement, Ann shot Gerry the look of death.

“You know I love you, baby,” Gerry said in a tone that let Ann know at the moment he feared for his life.

Brendan looked at Lynn for some approval. “Have at it Hoss,” she said as she smacked him on the ass.

“Just to let you know, dear,” Ann said as the boys walked out the door, “I will know if you do anything wrong, but try to have fun anyway.”

When they were out the door, Brendan turned to Gerry. “You are so whipped man.”

“Oh and you are certainly one to talk,” Gerry shot back.

“Lynn told me, in so many words, to do whatever.”

“So you are telling me that if you slept with some other girl and Lynn found out about it, she wouldn’t be pissed?”

“Yeah,” Brendan said, hailing a cab.

“If you say so.”

“Lynn and I have an open relationship. It’s just sex.”

“I see,” Gerry said as they got into the cab. “So how many other girls have you slept with in the past month?”

“None but what does that have to do with anything?”

“You are just as whipped as I am, only you don’t know it. You claim to have an open relationship yet you spend all your time with Lynn and only have sex with her. At least I can admit I am whipped. At least my relationship with Ann is out on the table.”

“But the sex is really good. I have no reason to go anywhere else. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

* * * * * * * * * *

So could Gerry be wrapped any tighter around you finger?” Lynn asked after the boys had left.

“Probably not,” Ann said with a chuckle, “but I like it that way.”

“Well at least you know how he feels about you.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” It was obvious that Lynn was hiding something, but she tried to cover it up. “I don’t need love. Love is overrated; give me hot sex any day.” Ann laughed at that, as did Lynn, though that wasn’t what she was thinking. ‘I know I have always said that I don’t need love,’ she though, ‘but with Brendan, I’m not so sure.’

“Well since the boys are gone, what should we do?”

“We haven’t had porn night for a while.”

“Oooo, goodie,” Ann said clapping her hands. “What do we have to choose from.

“Pam and Tommy?” Ann shook her head. “You're right, it was pretty bad.”

“Until he drove the boat with his dick,” Ann said laughing hysterically. “Just surprise me.”

Lynn put in “Captain Mongo’s Porno Playhouse” while Ann lit a whole bunch of candles, a “girls porn night” staple. For the next hour and a half, all Ann and Lynn did was laugh. How could they not? With things like “hair pie”, an apple pie with what looked like pubes on the top, and people like “Fireman Dickey” it was hard not to.

When that movie was over, Lynn got up to put in another one. “I found this one at a porn shop in the village. It should remind you of those days back in Indy.”

“You actually found a copy?”

“Yep!”

It turned out to be a movie called “Rage.” Back when “Porn Night” was first started, Lynn and Ann were just out of high school. At least once a month, Lynn ans Ann would go to their friend Maria’s house and watch porn. “Rage” was the one that started it all.

It had to be one of the funniest porn’s ever made. Only problem, yet it made it funnier, was that it wast supposed to be funny.

Towards the end, Gerry and Brendan walked into the apartment. “What is going on?” Brendan asked when he heard the line “Tongue fuck my holes!” uttered from a girl in the movie.

Lynn looked up to see both Gerry and Brendan staring at the TV, mouths wide open. “You guys went out,” she said with a smirk, “so we decided to watch porn.”

“I have officially entered the twilight zone,” Gerry said shaking his head as he sat down next to Ann.

“If we had known that you were going to watch porn, we wouldn’t have gone out,” Brendan said as he sat on the arm of the couch.

“Well,” Ann smiled, “we can't tell you about every crazy thing that we do.”

“Oh, like that night at the strip club?” Lynn said, high-five-ing Ann.

“Whoa,” Gerry said, his eyes bugging a bit, “you went to a strip club with out us?”

“We wouldn’t have had as much fun it you two were there,” Lynn said.

“How much fun?” Brendan asked glaring at Lynn.

“Let’s just say that is was armature night and Ann had a bit too much to drink. I got bigger tips though.”

“Only after I passed out.” Ann yelled. Gerry then remembered the morning he found Ann passed out on the couch. “You did get an awfully big tip from, what’s his name? He played Max, oh yeah, Jason Behr.”

Brendan shot Lynn a look. He was enraged. “Why does he always do that, try to steal my girls? If I had a thing for Shiri, he would have stolen her too!”

“Well it wasn’t as if Ann was a fucking saint, little miss ‘I like it when Colin Farrell fondles my boobs!’”

Gerry whipped his head around and gave Ann the same look Brendan gave Lynn. “I am going to kill that skinny fucking Irishman!”

“Now honey,” Ann said in a patronizing tone, “We were both drunk and it was only fair that he grabbed me after he grabbed him.”

“You did what?” Gerry yelled.

“It really wasn’t that big a deal. You know what I’m like when I’m drunk, I get a little friendly,” Ann said kissing him.

“Gerry,” Lynn said, “you just gotta chillax bro.” Gerry still looked pissed.

“What’s wrong?” Ann asked.

“Well, let’s assume that I still drank,” Gerry said. “Wouldn’t you get angry if some girl was running up against me?”

Ann looked like she was thinking. “Come on Ann, you know you would,” Lynn blurted out.

“Okay, okay, I would be rather upset. I am sorry Gerry. The next time I decide to go to a strip club, I guess you can come with me.”

“Thanks,” Gerry said.

“Lynn, aren’t you going to apologize too?” Brendan asked.

“Jason never touched me, so I have nothing to apologize for,” Lynn replied, annoyed. “Plus, he has small hands. I would never leave you for a man who had small hands, no matter who it was.” Brendan thought about it for a minuet, and realized that he really didn’t have anything to worry about.

Now that everyone had kissed and made up, they sat and finished watching the movie. Gerry and Brendan were really confused when Ann made Lynn rewind the movie to what she called, “the squeaky condom part.” The look on their faces was priceless. Neither of the boys knew that people could laugh as hard as Lynn and Ann did. Ann laughed so hard that she almost choked.

* * * * * * * * * *

A few days later, Ann got a call from her mother, Charline. She told Ann that her brother, Teague, and her sister-in-law, Jillian, were going to be in Indianapolis in a week and a half for the Indy 500. “Is it really the end of May already?” Ann asked.

“It is,” her mom replied. “You know we have extra tickets if you and Lynn want to come out.”

“Well if we did than you could meet Gerry. Let me talk to everyone and see if we can make it and I will let you know, okay?”

“Yep, sounds fine. I will talk to you later then.”

“Bye Mom, and tell Dad I said hi.”

When Ann hung up the phone, Lynn had just walked in the door. “I have to ask you a question,” she said.

“Go ahead.”

“How do you think Brendan feels about me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Has Gerry ever said anything about it? You know Brendan might have told him and then he told you.”

“Gerry told me that Brendan said he was only in it for the sex.”

“Great, that is what I wanted to hear,” Lynn said trying to act unsurprised. Inside Lynn was dieing.

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that evening, they were all sitting around the table eating dinner. “So I got a call from my mom today,” Ann announced. “She wants all of us to come out to Indy for the 500.”

Brendan’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious, I have always wanted to see it.”

“”So is that a yes to going?” Ann asked

“Duh!” Brendan said with a laugh.

“Lynn, Gerry, do you wana go?”

“Sure, I need a vacation, plus I miss your parents,” Lynn said.

“What is the Indy 500?” Gerry asked.

“Well, as we Hoosiers say, it is the greatest spectacle in racing,” Ann replied.

“Sure, I’m not doing anything important for a while.”

“Great I will tell my mom. Oh and this is just an idea, I thought that maybe we could take a road trip there.”

“We haven’t done that in so long,” Lynn said.

“I know. So what do you two think of the road trip idea?”

“Are you crazy?” Gerry asked.

“Nope, completely serious.”

“Why can't we fly?” Brendan asked.

“Yeah, let’s just fly,” Gerry said. “Honestly, the thought of being in a car with you two girls for a long time scares me.”

“Executive decision, we’re driving,” Ann and Lynn said at the same time, causing the boys to be even more scared of the road trip idea.

“Oh, come on,” Ann said noticing the look on Gerry and Brendan’s faces, “you know you will have fun.”

“Wait,” Gerry said looking confused and scared, “is this going to be a meet the parent’s thing?”

“Yes,” Ann replied, “and you get to meet my brother and sister-in-law.” Gerry’s look got even more concerned. “It will be okay honey, if I love you, than they will too.”

Lynn went on to inform Brendan that he too was going to meet her parents. Brendan wasn’t half as scared as Gerry until Lynn warned him about how crazy her family was. When Ann agreed that they were nuts, Brendan got really scared. “Hopefully they will all die and you won’t have to meet them,” Lynn said.

“They can't really be that bad, can they?” Brendan asked. Ann widened her eyes and nodded ferociously.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was the day before they were going to leave and Ann was putting the finishing touches on what they were going to do. They were going to drive out there on Wednesday and Thursday, go out to dinner with her family on Friday, go to the parade on Saturday, and the race on Sunday.

“I talked to my family today,” Lynn said. “So here’s the deal. My mom and that asshole of a husband of her’s are going to the race with us, my dad is having a barbeque on Monday, and then we are going out to dinner with Gran-dad on Tuesday.”

“Don’t you think you should spread out gatherings with you family?” Ann asked. “I mean, three dais in a row is a bit much for Brendan to take, don’t you think?”

“Well yeah, I agree, but it is better to get it all done at one time, kinda like ripping off a band-aid.”

“So I gotta go pick up the car in a bit, do you wana come with me?”

“No. I haven’t been feeling well lately, so I have a doctors appointment in about an hour. What kind of car did you get?”

“A Hummer.”

“Are you serious?”

“Always.”

“Get Bren to go with you. He’ll probably cream his pants.” They both laughed at the thought of his reaction to the car.

True to what they thought, when Brendan saw the black H2, he did moan a little. Gerry did the same when Ann pulled up and she almost peed her pants laughing so hard.

The next morning was hectic, to say the least. They were supposed to be on the road at 10AM, but didn’t leave until around noon because Lynn was finished packing and Brendan set off the fire alarms for the whole building after he burnt his English muffin.

When the car was packed and they were all ready to go, Ann informed them of her road trip rules.

“This is how it is, and if you break any of the rules, I will stop the car and leave you stranded on the side of the road. Number one: no sex in the car, front seat or back. Number two: everyone gets to play music for an hour at a time unless there are no objections to listening to said music for a longer amount of time. Number three: as far as music choices go, nothing from the Re-load album will be played ever, Phantom will be played at least once in it’s entirety, any Zeppelin or Skynard or a hair band of any kind is cause to open all the windows no matter what it will do to your hair, and, this one is for you Lynn, only one Robbie Williams song can be played in a 24 hour period. Number four: all decisions will be made on a ‘majority rules’ basis and in the event of a tie, rock paper scissors will be played, best two out of three.”

“Is that all,” Gerry asked.

“Yes, it is. And if anyone has a problem with any of the aforementioned rules, please come see me so I can punch you.” Before Ann started the car, she posted the rules sheet she had made to the dash.

Gerry was obviously confused by Ann and her rules. “Gerry,” Lynn said, “I know it is strange, but she is being completely serious. Don’t worry, she has always been that crazy.”

“Don’t think that just because I am trying to concentrate on driving this behemoth through New York traffic and not get us killed, that I can’t hear you,” Ann said.

“So, who gets first music choice?” Brendan asked.

“Well I guess you do since you asked first,” Ann said. Brendan handed her a CD entitled “The best of the best.” When Ann put it in the song “No Leaf Clover” came on. “So is it all Metallica?”

“What else do you think I brought?” Brendan replied with a grin.

When everyone started to rock out to the song, Gerry looked confused. “Does it have to be so loud?” he asked.

“Gerry sweetheart,” Ann said, “there is no other way to listen to the glory that is Metallica.” For the next hour Gerry looked as though he was not enjoying the music, but no one really noticed. Lynn, Brendan, and Ann were having do much fun in fact, that they lost track of time and listened to another hour of Metallica.

Lynn noticed that Gerry was sleeping and mentioned it to Ann. She decided to wake him. She rose him by gently massaging his upper thigh. “What is going on?” Gerry yelped as he jumped at the sensation of Ann’s hand in his crotch.

“Well I though you might want to be awake for this next CD we play,” Lynn said, “so I told Ann to wake you up.” She handed Ann a CD. Ann took one look at it and both girls laughed an evil laugh. Gerry knew exactly why they laughed when the overture of “The Phantom of the Opera” played.

“Why?” Why does God smite me?” Gerry said as he hit his forehead on the window.

“Oh pipe down,” Ann said. “You know all the words and you know you’ll like it.”

“Speaking of words,” Lynn chimed in, “Ann and I will sing all the parts except Christine’s. Gerry, you can have that one.”

“Are you serious?” Gerry asked obviously distressed that he not only had to listen to Phantom but also that he was only allowed to sing the part of Christine.

“Well okay,” Ann said patting Gerry on the leg, “You only have to sing ‘Think of me.’ But you have to sing it in complete silence.”

Lynn made fun of Ann when she began to cry during the song “Music of the Night.”

“I can't help it,” Ann said. “That part makes me cry even when we are watching the movie, so to have the star singing it for me makes it worse.”

“Awe, muffin,” Lynn said in a patronizing voice.

“Shut up,” Ann laughed.

The rest of the drive went well. Gerry got a little over excited when Ann told him that he had to drive. “What is it with boys and big cars?” she asked.

“They make us feel more like men,” Brendan exclaimed.

“So basically, by driving a big truck, you are trying to compensate for what you lack in the pants area?” Lynn asked with a smirk.

“No, why would I compensate for something that is already large?”

“So you think it’s large?”

“Come on now Lynn,” Ann said, “don’t you think that is a little mean?”

“Well I guess so,” Lynn said with a smirk.

A few hours later, they arrived Pittsburg, the kind of half way point. While the girls stood in the lobby of the Hilton, the guys made reservations. “So this is exciting,” Ann joked as they did nothing.

“Oh, yeah, I totally agree,” Lynn said as her phone rang. “Hold on a sec.” Lynn walked away from Ann a bit to get more privacy. “Hello.”

“Is this Lynn Dillard?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s Dr. Midleton. I have the results back from the tests we did yesterday.”

“So how bad is it that you had to call me while I’m on vacation?”

“Well, it isn’t bad. Actually it is rather good news. You’re pregnant.”

“I’m what?” Lynn yelled with an astonished look on her face.

“”You’re pregnant.”

“I know I heard you the first time, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Couldn’t you have waited until I got back to tell me?”

“Well not really, you need to make an appointment with an OBGYN as soon as possible. Also I remember you mentioning that you might be doing some drinking this weekend and I thought you should know that you were pregnant so you didn’t drink. Mind you a glass of red wine won't hurt.”

“Okay, well I will have to call you back,” Lynn said as she hung up the phone and plopped onto a bench.

Ann noticed this and went over to Lynn. “Who was that?”

“It was my doctor.”

“So what’s wrong with you?”

“You have to promise not to tell anyone and please don’t get all excited.”

“You aren’t, you know, are you?”

“Yes,” Lynn said as she began to cry.

“Hold on rewind. You're pregnant?” Ann was just as astonished as Lynn was.

“Yes,” Lynn got out between sobs. “And he doesn’t love me.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Eventually. I just don’t want to right now with him meeting my family and all. That is too much for him to handle. Swear you aren’t going to tell.”

“I swear on my love for Gerry that I will never tell. Wipe your eyes babe, the boys are coming back.”

Brendan saw that Lynn had been crying and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh Ann said something really funny. I was laughing.”

“Um, okay," Brendan answered confused.

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