You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

Zack's POV:

We were already off the plane after a few hours. I helped Ryden down the stairs and we had a ride home. Matthew, my brother, decided to come back a while after we did. He didn't really feel like sitting around with the guys, I suppose he wasn't a big fan of semi-cold weather, either. Ryden was laid down and resting while I was sitting in my office, going through baby expenses and how much it would be to turn my office - yes, i am sacrificing my man cave, - into a nursery. Ryden and I hadn't quite discussed that yet, but I'm sure she would agree to it, which meant no spending money on putting in a new addition to the house. Which would cost I don't even know how long. I ran my hand through my hair and I adjusted my glasses. It was only 3am and her appointment wasn't for another four and a half to five hours. I paused and I listened for her, only to hear her running to the bathroom for the second time since we've been home.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, kneeling beside her and I pulled her hair back. "Are you okay, princess?" I asked, rubbing her back. She sat up, reaching for the toilet paper and she broke off some, wiping her mouth.

"I feel like shit and I need to brush my teeth.." She mumbled as she got up. She flushed the toilet paper along with last night's dinner and she walked to the sink, brushing her teeth for about a solid 2 minutes before rinsing her mouth out, only to use mouthwash again.

"You know, you're still beautiful when you're puking your guts out in my toilet." I said. She looked over at me with an exhausted smile and she sighed.

"You're ridiculous.." She mumbled. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Go get some rest. Your appointment is in a few hours." I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her forehead. She kissed my nose and pushed my glasses up the bridge, scrunching her nose slightly.

"You're so handsome in your glasses..." She admitted tiredly. I grinned.

"I do." I agreed. "Would you like me to walk you to the bedroom?" I asked her, pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ears. I stared at her for a moment while she thought of her answer, examining the color of her eyes and how sad they've become. Along with the slightly purple rings under her eyes from stress and her lack of sleep.

"Yes.." She nodded, and headed for the door. I followed behind her, holding onto her hips to guide her and balance her.

"Almost there." I said, helping her into bed. I grabbed the corner of the blanket and I covered her up, kissing her forehead and running my fingers through her hair. "I'll come to bed in a while, okay? I have some stuff to work on." I said. She nodded before drifting back to sleep and curling up with my pillow. I walked back to the office after I was sure that she was asleep and sat back down, turning the lamp's light back to the paper that was in front of me, so I could write down prices for everything that we needed. After I was done, the total came to a little over $16,000. Counting her hospital stay and the actual price of them taking care of her after she'd actually given birth.

This was honestly all just pocket change to me and I had no idea why I was stressing about this other than the fact that this is my first time finding out that I would be a father in the next 7-8 months. I was excited, and I was happy. I could pass down the clothing line to our child after I had gotten sick of it. Well.. I'm already sick of it. But that's beside the point. In all honesty I was just thinking about shutting it down and selling the rest of the merchandise I had for a really cheap price, like Brian did.

Plus I would have to fly out to Kansas in the next few days, we had our first show and usually our first show would be in California, but I had no idea what our tour director was thinking when he scheduled for Kansas. The boys wouldn't even have to fly. It's right on the edge of Kansas, not even a two hour drive for them to get to Holmwood. It all just depended on if Ryden wanted to go, otherwise I could leave tomorrow and be there in time, I think. If she wanted to go I think I'd buy plane tickets instead of making her sit that long. I'm not heartless.

After I was done with planning and all of the other shenanigans, it was about 3 hours before Ryden had to wake up. I crawled into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her waist and I pulled her into my chest, stroking her hair softly. She groaned quietly, waking up to get comfortable and shortly fell asleep a few seconds later. "Still beautiful." I whispered before closing my eyes, and falling into a deep sleep.

Brian's POV:

Everyone was still up, except Johnny.

"Rat Head." I called over to Jimmy. He looked over at me, throwing an M&M at me.

"Fuck do you want, Haner?" He asked with a straight face before stuffing his face with a few more.

"Let's water log Christ." I suggested with a devious grin. He shook his head.

"Nah, man. I'm getting tired. It's like 5 in the morning, dude." He said, looking over at Matt who was halfway already asleep. "Wake your ass up!" He yelled, throwing the rest of his M&Ms at him as he woke up with a jerk.

"Really, dude? I'm awake, yeah." Matt said, running his hands over his face. He was drowsy, and Jimmy just threw the whole box at him. Everyone had seemed to tolerate his presence and we were getting better with him slowly because of what he did to Ryden, but we were all working on it and trying to accept that it and you can at least give us credit for trying.

"Good. Go back to sleep." Jimmy said. Matt rolled his eyes. Jimmy had a habit of picking on Matt and giving him shit now because of that. Matt curled back up and he went to sleep, while Johnny was sleeping on the top bunk and Jimmy and I were sharing the bottom one. Matt was the one to say he'd rather sleep on the floor than fall off the top, so whatever.

"Johnny needs to knock off that fucking snoring." I groaned, before falling asleep.
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