You're Not In This Alone

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

"Ryyy" I whine out and he chuckles as he comes back into the room. "What babe?" "Hurts" I complain, pouting up at him from my position laying on the bed. "Awww babe where does it hurt the most?" "My feet and my back." "Ok, hang on a sec" he tells me as he sits my cup of tea on the bedside table before sitting at the end of the bed, pulling my feet into his lap and starting to rub them. "Mmm you seriously have magic fingers babe" I tell him and he laughs as he keeps rubbing. "How is she this morning?" "Raising hell like always, I feel like she's throwing a rave in my uterus" I tell him as I feel the baby kick harshly. Ryan laughs before sliding one hand up to rest over my extremely swollen stomach, the baby kicking again and he smiles wide as he says "That will never not be cool to me." "You wanna take her for the day then? It stopped being cool to me like when it started." Ryan laughs again and goes back to rubbing my feet for another few minutes before he helps me sit up and hands me my tea and settles beside me. Once I drink my tea Ryan helps me off the bed and I make my way to his bathroom to pee for the first time in what I'm sure will be a million today, washing my hands and face before wandering out and into the kitchen where Ry and Brendon are sitting at the table. "Hey Ruby" Brendon greets me and I lazily wave at him as I waddle over to the fridge. "You hungry babe?" "I'm eight months pregnant, I'm always hungry" I say back and Ryan chuckles as he says "Take a seat babe and I'll cook for you." He gets up and helps me sit down before saying "What would you like babe?" "To get this thing out of me already, god I feel gross." "I was meaning more food wise babe." "Um....something disgustingly unhealthy and fatty." Ryan and Brendon both laugh and Ryan digs through the cupboards before saying "There's not much here since certain people didn't do the shopping but I can make you mac and cheese?" "Yeah ok" I agree and Ryan starts cooking while Brendon gets up and rounds the table, helping me turn sideways in the chair so he can kneel infront of me and he starts rubbing at my stomach, playing with the baby and talking softly to her. "For not being the father you're surprisingly invested in this whole thing" I tell him and he looks up at me and says "If Ry ever skips out, I'm there baby." I start to laugh and Ryan comes over and playfully hits him up the back of the head. "Stop hitting on my girlfriend, douche." Brendon turns his attention back to my bump and I get bored quickly, resting my head on my hand and bracing my elbow against the table.

After I've eaten I drag myself up from the table and waddle into Ryan's room, changing and when I bend down to pull my shoes on I can't reach and I'm forced to waddle back out with them in my hand and ask Brendon to help me while Ryan is in the shower. Brendon laughs and taunts me as he helps and once my shoes are on I kick him in the shin. "Hey hey" he scolds me and I scoff and say "You'd think you would have learned by now about pissing off pregnant women." "Yeah well here we are" he retorts and I laugh before opening my arms to him and we hug, our playful fight forgotten. Once Ryan is out and dressed we leave the apartment and walk hand in hand to the guitar store and when I walk in dad comes running around the counter and drops to his knees infront of me, babbling in baby talk while his hands brace either side of my bump. I stand there tapping my foot impatiently and when dad sits back on his feet I look down at him and say "I'm here too" making him and Ryan chuckle at me. Dad stands up again and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "I know baby girl, how are you feeling today?" "Eight months pregnant" I tell him as I push past him to go sit down, the effort of walking six blocks having tired me out again. I hang out with dad for a while and Ryan heads off to his studio to work and halfway through the morning dad goes out for coffee while I watch the store and when he comes back he brings me a milkshake. "A fucking milkshake? Kill me now." "You can't drink coffee when you're pregnant and you seriously need to watch the language before the baby's first word is fuck." I roll my eyes at him and take a sip before sitting the cup on the counter and I say "Daddy I'm so over this, I just want her out already." "I know baby girl but she's not quite ready to meet us yet so you'll have to be patient."

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