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

After a few hours I had woken up and it was almost time for Ryden's appointment. I looked over at her who was still asleep, and I smiled softly. She was so beautiful when she slept, even with her hair tied back in a sloppy bun and her smeared eyeliner from the day before. I got up and I got dressed, gelling my hair back and pulling on one of my red button downs with a black tank under it, and I gelled my hair back before walking over to her. I leaned over, tapping her shoulder gently.

"Ryden. It's time to get up and get ready." I whispered. "Come on."

She groaned loudly and she whined, but she sat up slowly. "I don't want to go. We already know I'm pregnant." She groaned. I sighed.

"Doesn't matter, princess. Come one and get dressed. We can stop by the drive thru and get you something to eat on the way to the OBGYN." I said, pulling on my shirt that I had worn the day before. If it smells clean, it's clean. That's what I've always went by. But Ryden's a little different when it comes to picking out clothes. While she sat there, trying to completely wake up, I walked over to her drawer and I pulled out my NOFX shirt that she had stolen and grabbed another pair of her leggings, and I picked up a pair of her flats from my closet. "Hope that's good enough." I said, sitting beside her. She smiled.

"It's perfect..." She drifted, laying her head on my shoulder. "I'm so tired." She whined. I nodded and I kissed her head.

"I know. Just get dressed and after your appointment we can come back and go back to sleep. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough." She repeated. "I love you."

"I love you most." I said, placing my fingers under her chin to tilt her head up to look at me. "Always." I added, before pecking her lips softly. "You need some chapstick." I grinned.

"Oh shut up." She whined, slapping at my shoulder. "Get out so I can get dressed."

"We're practically engaged and you're pregnant with my child and you won't let me watch you get dressed?" I asked, tilting my head a little bit. She smirked.

"Whatever. Just don't touch." She said, grabbing my shirt and slipping off hers before putting mine on.

"Right. Gotcha." I said, nodding and I watched her as she dressed, taking her sweet ass time putting on her leggings. "You're gonna make us late for your own appointment." I said. "Stop poking around." I gently pinched her sides from behind and I kissed her cheek.

"I'm dressed, I'm dressed." She whined. "Give me time to do my eyeliner."

"You look just as good without it, slow poke. Get your shoes on." I said, stuffing my feet in mine and tying the laces and I said it. I shrugged and decided to roll up the pants legs, because they were a little too long. I nodded in approval and I looked up at Ryden, who had her shoes on already.

"Now you're holding us up. Quit playing with your pants and let's go." She said, grabbing my sweatshirt and throwing it on before walking out of the bedroom door. I shook my head with a grin and I got up, following behind her and out the door. I grabbed my keys from my pocket, locking the door and I walked down to the mailbox, which was oddly empty. I walked over and I got into the car, leaning down and unlocking the door to Ryden's side and opening it for her.

"Ready?" I asked, buckling up as she got in and did the same.

"Ready." She said, taking hold of my right and and kissing my knuckles softly. I smiled and kissed her cheek before turning on the ignition and I pulled out of the driveway, and we were on our way to the hospital.

*Brian's POV*

After a few hours of actually getting able to sleep through Matt and Jimmy's bickering, and Johnny's snoring, it was time for us to get up. I sat up, closing my curtain to keep the light out of my eyes and I groaned, rubbing my eyes and smudging the eyeliner I had on from the night before. Jimmy was sound asleep, and his arm was across my waist. I guess what's what I get for sharing a bunk with a giant, who pretty much had no other options to stretch out but that. I rose up his arm and snuck out from underneath him and I looked up at the top bunk, and Johnny was snoring, and pretty much laying in a pool of his own drool. On MY pillow. I snatched it from underneath and I hit him with it.

"Wake your gnome ass up. It's time to get moving." I said, turning my focus to Matt, who was stretched out across my floor. "Wake up, asshole." I said, kicking at him with my right foot. "Let's go, get up." He groaned loudly, along with Johnny, who could sit up and his head not hit the ceiling like mine could. This is why I told Jimmy to bunk with me. I looked down at Matt who was sitting up and rubbing his head with a yawn.

"What time is it?" He yawned.

"About that time. Get up, we're going to Omaha today." I said, grabbing the flattened carton of cigarettes from my back pocket and lighting it at my lips. I inhaled and bent down, blowing the smoke into Matt's face. I looked over at Jimmy, who was starting to wake up now. "Morning, sleeping beauty." I said. "We're going to Omaha."

"I know, I heard." He said. "Let me call Leana right quick and I'll be out there with you guys."

"We're all walking over to Ryden's house to pick up my car." I said. "Just meet us over there." He nodded.

"Okay." He said. I nodded back and grabbed the guys, walking out of the house and down the street to Ryden's house.

"How was it cold last night but now it's hot as hell?" Matt asked.

"Because Nebraska weather is bipolar as fuck." I said. "The longer you live here the more you get used to it." I shrugged, flicking my cigarette butt out into the middle of the street. He nodded, sliding off his sweatshirt. "Might even change in the next hour or two. Who knows."

"Either way I don't like this weather changing." Johnny said. I looked over at him and he was kicking a rock down the street, and he had put his shades on. "Bipolar or not."

"Shit happens." I said. Johnny and Matt nodded with me and a few minutes later, Jimmy ran up to us to catch up.

"how's everything going?" I asked, looking back at him.

"Everything is going okay." He said with a nod, straightening out his sweatshirt. "Just had a little fallout with Leana. She's missing me real bad." He scratched the back of his neck, scrunching his nose.

"Sucks. Should have brought her." I said.

"She didn't want to come. She needed to stay back and watch the bar. She doesn't trust anyone else working her shift, or something like that."

"Well.. That's her own fault." I said, kicking around a rock that Johnny had kicked over to me. We had arrived at Ryden's house and I just walked in, looking around as the other guys flooded inside. "I'm hooome." I yelled, peeping around the corner into the kitchen. I saw Ryden's mom making breakfast, her dad sitting at the table with the morning paper and his cup of coffee.

"Thanks for letting yourself in." He replied sarcastically. I walked over to him, running my fingers through his hair and placing my chin on the top of his head.

"Oh come on, old man. You couldn't even be able to get up and answer the door yourself. You'd have your wife do it and she's even cooking you breakfast."

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. "Morning, Brian." She said before turning back to the bacon. I walked over, picking a piece off the paper towel and I popped it into my mouth.

"Mornin'" I said. "You fixin' me and the boys some, too?" I said, rubbing my hands together.

"I suppose. Tell your friends to go wash up and sit down at the table." She smiled. I nodded, patting her on the back and headed over to the living room where they were all smooshed onto the couch.

"Lady's fixing us breakfast, and she needs you guys to go wash up." I said, pulling out my pack of cigarettes and lighting another one up.

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