You're Not In This Alone

A week after Ryan proposes a gallery in LA contact him and want to meet with him about showing his work and he stands to make some major money so he goes. I want to go with him but this late in my pregnancy the doctor told me it would be stupid and dangerous for me to get on the plane with him so he goes alone, Brendon offering to help with anything I need. Ryan has been gone for three days already and he's not due back for another two and I am laying in bed on the phone with him, the phone on speaker and he's reading the baby a book like he would every night if he was here. When he's done he asks me how I'm doing and I tell him "I'm ok, I can barely move though and the baby isn't kicking very much anymore." "Maybe you should see the doctor babe?" "No he said it was normal, as long as she is still moving a little, she's just getting too big now." "Ok then, I wish I could be there baby, I miss you so much." "I miss you too Ry. I can't wait for you to come home." "Listen baby I've been thinking, when I get back how would you feel about moving in together?" "What do you...." "Brendon has been thinking about moving and I was thinking that you could move in with me and once Bren moves out we would have the place to ourselves." "I....I don't know Ry, I don't know if I'm ready to move away from my dad's." "It's ok babe, you take your time and think about it ok?" "Yeah ok." "Alright well I'm gonna go take a shower and get to bed, I have an early day tomorrow so I'll talk to you soon." "Bye Ry, love you." "Love you too babe, bye." After we hang up I start the twenty minute task of working my way off the bed and I waddle out to find pa, needing to talk to him. I wander around the house before finding him in his bedroom, sitting against the headboard sketching. "Daddy" I call out and he looks up and smiles warmly at me. "Hey baby girl, what's up?" I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed as I tell him about my conversation with Ryan and he listens without interrupting and when I'm done he says "Well, I can't tell you what to do baby, this is entirely your decision but I will tell you that no matter what you choose, dad and I will still be in your life and we'll still see you every day, I promise and you'll always have a home to come back to if you need it." "Thanks daddy" I tell him as he pulls me in for a hug before helping me stand back up again and I walk back to my room, stopping at the bathroom to pee again first. Once I'm settled back in bed I start up my laptop and start a movie, not really paying attention, my mind running a mile a minute.

The next morning I wake up early and when I drag myself out of bed my lower back aches terribly and I feel nauseous. I stumble to the bathroom and when I get there I lean over the toilet and vomit, my stomach clenching painfully as a new jolt of pain shoots through my back. I finish vomiting before straightening back up again, walking back over to the sink and rinsing my mouth out. When I leave the bathroom again I feel a little better and I get dressed before wandering through the apartment and finding that both dad and pa are at work already. I don't feel like being alone so I slip on some shoes and go downstairs, hailing a cab and going to Ryan's apartment. By the time I make it to the front door I am out of breath and the pain in my back is there again and I knock a couple of times before Brendon opens the door. "Hey Rubes" he greets me before he really takes in my appearance and he grabs my arm and helps me inside. "Shit, are you ok?" "Yeah I think so, I'm just not feeling well." Once I'm inside Brendon helps me into the living room and onto the couch before leaving to get me a drink. When he comes back he settles beside me and we start a movie and I fall asleep against his shoulder before it's even half done. When I wake up again I feel a sharp throbbing pain in my lower stomach and I sit up as quickly as I can and I feel warm liquid running down my legs. "Bren" I scream out, terrified and in pain and I hear footsteps rush down the hall and he runs back into the room. "Ruby what's...." He trails off, seeing the dark stain on my pants. "Oh god, I'm so not prepared for this, fuck" he rushes out and I slowly stand up with his help. "Bren you need to get me to the hospital" I tell him, trying to remain calm but I'm freaking out inside. Ryan is supposed to be here for this and we're meant to have another three weeks but he's not and it's happening right now. Brendon helps me out the door and down onto the street and just as he goes to hail a cab one pulls up and Ryan steps out of it. "Ry" I scream and he looks around and spots us, taking in my appearance and he runs over and grabs my arm, helping me back into the cab. Brendon follows us in and Ryan directs the driver to go to the hospital as he pulls his cell out and calls my dad, telling him what's happening as more waves of pain rip through me in the back of the cab.

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