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Eternal Blossom

Intrusion

Aiyana saw Matt off through his boarding, and felt herself growing emotional. She couldn’t put her finger on the exact emotion causing tears to well in her copiously lash laden eyes, but she felt them stinging.

She took a deep breath to steel her resolve, not sure why she was swimming with emotions when she was usually able to keep them in check. As she lowered her head, she made her way back to her Jeep, and took a moment to get situated in the drivers seat.

Alright, so she felt the overwhelming need to cry. Why? Well, she’d had a great night with Brian, and she was still exhausted, so that may be playing a factor. She was sore, and her shoulders were aching like she’d been pitching at a baseball game for the last 24 hours. That was definitely part of it. Matt was leaving, and she was nervous about how he would feel when he walked into his rented cabana to find Darcy.

There it was, she was afraid that all of the work that she’d put into making this happen would be for naught. She was scared that he would hate the surprise, or that she’d misread the attraction between the two, and was making it into a much bigger deal than it should have been.

Aiyana took a moment to allow a few tears to slip down her cheeks as the trepidation threatened to drown her with it’s overbearing presence. After allowing herself to wallow for a moment, she took a deep breath to settle her nerves and wiped her cheeks clear.

It was going to be a good day, she decided. Nothing was going to go wrong. The dice were set into motion, and it was now up to Darcy and Matt to make the best of things. With a nod of affirmation to her own mental train, she started the Jeep and made her way back home.

As she pulled into the driveway, she began thinking about how she’d been so overwhelmed with emotion lately. She’d felt herself on the verge of tears over silly things like sappy movies, and how cute Rayne and Zacky were together. When Brian left her a flower on the stove a few days ago for absolutely no reason, she’d found herself overcome with joy almost to the point of tears.

Comprehension dawned on her, and she jumped out of the Jeep once it was off, rushing upstairs to the bathroom where she kept a supply of pregnancy tests. Fear clutched her throat in it’s tight grasp, making it difficult to breathe.

She hadn’t had a period in 6 years because of her IUD, and she usually took a test about twice a year just to make sure she wasn’t pregnant. After all, no birth control was 100 percent effective 100 percent of the time.

With the door locked behind her, she sat down on the floor after urinating on the plastic device. It said to wait 5 minutes and then review the results, but she was anxious, so she ended up watching the window fill, and a single line darken up. Aiyana stared at the test for the full 5 minutes, half expecting the test to suddenly highlight the second line as if it was playing a practical joke on her with a negative at first.

Looking at the box instructions again to reassure herself that the test was in fact negative, she took a calming breath. Alright, so her depression as acting up again. Not pregnant, but mildly depressed despite how awesome her life was going right then. She could live with that, but it would take some reflection as to just what was causing it, and then some serious deliberation on how to cope with it.

Closing her eyes for a moment as relief swept through her, she threw the test away and wiped down the sink before wandering to her art room with her pot stash. Brian was still asleep, and thanks to the pregnancy scare, she was now wide awake. It was probably a good thing Brian was still asleep, she rationalized, she needed some time alone to get through her own thoughts.

Once in her art den, she packed her pipe, and took a deep breath of the calming sticky green substance. Holding her breath, she began to analyze what could possibly be upsetting her, causing a spike in her anxiety or depression.

Life was hectic lately, sure. She’d been working feverishly on art projects, keeping the house clean and everyone fed, setting up a clandestine meeting between her cousin and Matthew, helping Lacey with wedding details, helping Zack and Rayne with the hiccups in their relationship, and silently fretting about the upcoming tours.

It was just a lot going on, she rationalized. Things would calm down soon considering she’d finished most of her projects, the house could go a day without cleaning, Matt was on his way to Fiji, the wedding was pretty much ready to go now, and Rayne and Zack were in Silverado at the moment.

Now the only thing that she could actually worry about was the tours. What bothered her about the tours? Taking another hit, she leaned back on a beanbag and stared at the ceiling in contemplation.

Not knowing what was going to happen. Fear of the unknown. Nodding to herself, she began to think about how she could combat this fear.

After cashing the bowl, she cleaned up her mess and put everything away. The only answer for fear of the unknown was the obtainment of knowledge. The only way she would get those answers was to talk to someone who had a better understanding of what would happen.

Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she braided it as she made her way to the door, now a lot calmer than she had been. She felt the edges of her depression drifting and warping on the sides under the direct gaze of her analysis. The depression would stay, but it would now be pushed to the background with a direct understanding of how she could deal with it.

Suddenly, Brian opened the door, looking at her slightly panicked, a plastic stick in his hand. Aiyana screamed and jumped, not prepared for him to bust into the room like gangbusters.

“Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ, Brian,” she exclaimed, clutching her chest where her heart was threatening to desiccate her ribs in an attempt at escape.

“What’s this,” Brian asked her, thrusting the plastic device at her, knowing full well what it was, but not sure what it meant.

“It’s a pregnancy test, Brian,” she informed him slowly like a parent would explain something to a child. “You know, a small device that determines if you’re..”

“I know that, what does it say,” he rushed in, cutting her off exasperatedly.

“I’m not pregnant, Brian. I take them from time to time just to be sure because I don’t have periods due to my birth control,” she told him, a small smirk on her lips at the look of worry in his eyes.

“Oh. Ok,” he breathed out, looking from her stomach to her eyes and back a few times before her words sunk in fully.

“You going to be okay, babe,” she asked, walking over to him to rest a hand on the side of his neck so that she could look into his eyes.

Brian nodded, and took a deep breath before kissing her softly.

“Yeah, just a shock to wake up to when you’re trying to take a piss first thing in the morning, is all,” he told her,his gaze moving from one blue grey eye to the other with how close they were standing together.

Linked hand in hand, they walked down to the living room where they curled up on the couch, an unsettling silence thick in the air between them as they each pondered what in the world the other was thinking at the moment.

“Would…” Brian began, fading off, not sure of how to phrase it. Clearing his throat, he began again, “would it be such a bad thing if you were? We never talked about what it meant if it happened.”

“It could be. Pregnancy would be brutal on my joints, and I’d most likely end up bed bound by halfway through the pregnancy. I want kids, but carrying them myself isn’t a good idea. I also..” Aiyana sighed, trying to keep her warring emotions in check. She’d just gotten a handle on her depression, and here it was rearing it’s ugly head again. “I don’t want to pass on the gene for Ehlers, either. I don’t know what I would do knowing I’d passed on my condition to my kids.”

Brian nodded, and took a deep breath, trying to assimilate all of the information. They’d been together a year, so it wasn’t optimal timing for a kid, but he wouldn’t have been upset if she’d been pregnant, either. Scared, yes, but also a bit excited.

“I get it. When we’re ready for kids, we’ll weed out the bad eggs, and look at options,” he told her much more calmly than he felt, hopeful that she would be on board for his question posed as a statement.

Aiyana looked up at him, tears swimming in her eyes, “You’d still want to be a parent with me,” she asked unbelieving.

Brian gave her a soft smile, and nodded in response, his eyes full of love for her.

“God, I love you, Brian,” Aiyana told him, her voice brimming with sheltered emotion before burying her face in his neck as she crawled into his lap.

“And I love you, Aiya,” he whispered in her ear before kissing the shell softly.


Halfway through the movie, Brian’s churning mind forced his mouth to open, a single thought possessing his mouth in order to make itself known, “If you had been pregnant, would you have kept it?”

Aiyana looked up at him, confusion at his sudden question clear on her face until his words sank in like the weight on a fishing line, pulling the clarity through like the hook to the soggy bottom of a creek bed.

“Brian, I am terrified of the idea of being pregnant. Knowing that I may not survive, or I could pass on a genetic disease is absolutely horrifying to me. However, I could never punish a child for my own insecurities. If I ever got pregnant, I’d cope, and do my best,” she told him as clearly and concisely as her brain would allow, her eyes maintaining contact with his for the entirety, hoping that would convey to him just how serious she was.

With a simple nod and a deep sigh of relief, Brian ran his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. He was relieved to know that should she ever become with impregnated with his child she wouldn’t terminate their baby.

“Now, do you have any further awkward questions,” she grinned up at him, resting her chin on his chest from where she was lounging on the couch against him.

“Not that I can think of at the moment, but I’m sure if you give me a few more minutes I’ll be able to come up with something,” he chuckled, glad she hadn’t taken his question to heart or as an attack on her character.

As Aiyana slid into his lap, sealing her lips firmly to his, her phone began to ring from the coffee table. With a groan of frustration, she leaned back on his lap into a backbend and grabbed her phone before righting herself so she could answer it.

“Abigail’s Mortuary, you kill ‘em, we grill ‘em,” she answered.

Brian began to chuckle at her greeting until he saw her eyes lose focus seconds before she scrabbled off his lap, darting upstairs with the phone clutched in her hand. Watching her run off, he was puzzled as to if he should follow her, or sit there and wait for her to get back.

Aiyana peeked over the railing without a shirt moments later, pulling a different one on over a sports bra she’d slid into in mere moments, “Get dressed, someone broke into Zack and Ray’s place. That was the alarm company. They’re in Silverado.”

Shock fled through Brian before anger coursed along those same pathways, causing his body to jump into motion. Running up the stairs, he quickly changed, grabbing his keys as he and Aiyana ran for the door.

Once in his BMW, he waited a moment for Aiyana to grab her gun from her Jeep glovebox, his fingers tapping away anxiously at his steering wheel.

With her body finally placed in the seat beside him, Brian peeled out of the driveway, making it in record time to Zack’s house a mile away. The car hadn’t even come to a complete stop when Aiyana threw the door open and ran up the steps, her gun tucked into the back of her shorts.

“I don’t even know why you brought that, Aiya. It’s not like anyone is going to still be in the house,” Brian muttered as he followed her up to the door, his anger at the intrusion into his friends house by a criminal being taken out on her.

“Because I don’t trust people, Brian,” Aiyana informed him quickly, pushing the door open that was still cracked. She could hear the police sirens, and knew that they’d be pulling up to the house in mere moments.

The couple walked into the house slowly, looking around at all of the things that were in massive disarray. The couch was upturned, the art work smashed, skeleton and knight’s armor destroyed, glass from windows everywhere, but surprisingly, it didn’t look like anything was really stolen.

Brian smirked to himself when instead of reaching for her gun at the sound glass under their shoes, she gripped his hand tightly as if he were her only lifeline in a turbulent sea. The kitchen was undisturbed, and they made their way into Zack’s music room down the hall.
There was almost nothing left. This hadn’t been someone in search of high price items. This was someone that knew who’s house they were entering, and they’d taken what was important to Zack. Probably some kind of psychotic fan, Brian rationalized to himself.

Aiyana ran her free hand through her hair as she surveyed the mess. The stacks of Vengeance University merchandise that Zack had been signing for an upcoming release were gone, and Rayne’s painting on the wall was massacred.

“There’s a lot to clean up, babe. They can’t stay here while the walls and windows get fixed,” Aiyana told Brian, looking up at him.

“They’ll come stay with us. We’ve got a spare room or two. It’s no big deal,” Brian shrugged, trying his hardest not to scream in frustration and anger.

“Oh, but what about..” Aiyana turned and made her way up the stairs to the master bedroom, tugging on Brian’s hand so that he would follow her. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to make it through the rest of the house without him, her anxiety and stress cascading down her spine.

“I didn’t even think about their room,” he responded with a sigh, opening spare room doors as they passed, noticing that each room was trashed, but nothing missing.

The moment they walked into the master bedroom, they were greeted with a room that looked like The Incredible Hulk had taken his anger out on it. The bed was in shambles, posts broke off and now jutting from the walls. The feather pillows had been ripped open, feathers still gently stirring in the breeze from every surface of the room.

All of the jewelry was gone, the windows again broken, and the mirrors only left as shards on the floor. Rayne’s clothes were in the bathtub, what looked like bleach currently destroying the mostly dark materials slowly but surely.

Aiyana stood in the middle of the room after surveying the damage, simply shaking her head in disbelief. That someone had made it so personal against Rayne and Zack was astonishing to her. They were two of the nicest people who would give you the last dollar they had if you needed it. She was stunned and hurt to see that someone held such animosity towards them.

Brian took a deep breath and pulled her to him, holding her as he looked around the room again.

“Alright, you pack up whatever is left of the clothes for the two of them. I’m going to go talk to the police. When you’re done we will meet downstairs and head home. Looks like we will have house guests for a while,” he sighed into her hair, hands running over her back in what he hoped was a soothing action.

“Can we up the security at the house, Bri? This just makes me feel unsafe and it’s not even our house,” Aiyana all but whispered as if she was afraid someone hiding might hear her.

“I’m glad we’re on the same wave length there,” he grinned. “And I told you that you wouldn’t need that.”

Brian tapped the butt of the gun tucked into her pants before patting her ass playfully.

“Get that sexy ass in gear. I don’t want to be here any longer than we have to,” he informed her quickly, extricating himself from her embrace so that he could speak with the local police force.

Notes

So, that just happened. No cell reception in Silverado. How are Zack and Rayne going to feel when they get home? How are the couples going to coexist until the house is cleaned up and fixed?

Comments

@RamonaFoREVer
No, they haven't been shipped yet. I'll totally accept Briyana. :D

Buggaloo Buggaloo
6/16/19

Brian and Aiyana are official!! I knew I was backing them for a reason! Woohoo!
Have we ship named them yet? Because the obvious one here is Briyana ;)

RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
6/12/19

@overneaththepathofmisery
You were so close when you were predicting before it was so hard for me not to say something then. Lol

Buggaloo Buggaloo
5/26/19

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BABY!

@Buggaloo
I'm at chapter 20 so far and I'm 100% team Brian!!

RamonaFoREVer RamonaFoREVer
5/24/19