R5 Imagines

Riker and Becca: Part Three

Becca's POV
It had just gone two in the morning and I was laying in bed next to the adorable snoring, sleep-talking human. I couldn't sleep because I was really excited about many things.
Riker and I had been married for exactly a year and seven months now. I smile every time I remember the day we first met. I honestly thought that I only be in California temporarily and didn't think I'd actually fall in love.
Riker also never thought he'd find love but surprise! I exist! Yay!
I really love my job as a photographer and it's amazing because over the years, I have had so many fantastic job opportunities. My home is huge because I stayed and Riker moved in with me. The other week I did a photoshoot with the band Fall Out Boy and because there were flash flood warnings all over the city of LA, they stayed for dinner. I mean it's not everyday that a random photographer has a meal with one of their favorite rock bands.

Honestly, as nervous as I was about the whole ordeal, getting married was an extreme highlight of my life so far. He made a pretty epically super husband and I loved sharing life with him. He would do anything to make me smile and that was just one of the many things I loved about him.
He was also an amazing father. We kinda had kids really early and within ten months of us getting married, we had quadruplets. Yes. Four. I thought I was gonna die. Seriously. Having them was the most terrifying thing ever but Riker was by my side the whole time so I was a-okay.

I had three girls and one boy. Riker and I decided to name our kiddos after cities all over the world. Our son's name was Chandler (in Arizona). Then there was Phoenix (also in Arizona), Brooklyn (New York), and London (in none other than the fantastic England itself). I had no idea where or who the quadruplet gene came from but Brooklyn, Chandler, London, Phoenix were our little blessings and I was so happy they were in my life.

Today was going to be a hectic day. R5 was going on another tour to the East Coast. I normally wasn't worried because I usually stayed home with the kids. This time we were toting four one-year-olds on a plane with us. This series of shows needed a photographer who was able to take shots at each show. I happened to be able to do that. By some wonderful force of nature, we'd get both of our double strollers and all four of our children onto the airplane with very few mishaps. I knew Stormie and Rydel would be there to help because I don't think Rikey and I would be able to do it on our own.
I rolled over and glanced at the my phone. After recovering from nearly blinding myself with the bright screen, I squinted and read the time.
Ooh. 2:45 a.m. We have fifteen more minutes until we have to get up. We have to be at the airport by 4:20-ish since our flight leaves at 5:15.
I scooted up to fix the covers and accidentally kicked Riker's back in the process. I cringed hoping I didn't hurt him or wake him up. He stirred a bit and then sat up, his hair going everywhere.
"Stop laughing at me." He mumbled.
I snickered. I'm pretty sure he was sleeptalking.
"I'm sorry. You're just really cute." I explained to my sleeping husband. I waited to see if my voice registered in his sleepy brain.
Apparently it did because he replied with, "Stop laughing at our table face-off. It's not funny."
What in the world? I had no idea what he was going on about and that made me laugh even harder.
"What's a table face-off?" I asked, hoping he'd reply. I now had my phone and I was recording his voice because this was just too weird.
"Our face-off. At the table." He whispered, laying down.
"I think your dreaming."
"Shh you gotta quit laughing." He muttered, turning over. "Umm...the splashing...It's all the splashing."
"Ohhhh." I pretended to have an inkling as to what he rambling about.
Since I was wide awake, I decided to take a shower now so that was out of the way. I hopped off the bed and was happy I wouldn't have to be present when Riker arose. He was a total sweethearts but in the mornings; not so much. I was constantly doing my best to escape his early morning wrath until he was his normal bubbly self. Of course I was no angel. I was able to pull late nights but I got quite snappy if I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I suppose I was the early bird and Riker was the night owl. That's just how we rolled.
Riker's POV
My alarm went off and I groggily groped around for my phone. Gosh, mornings were the actual worse. I'm glad I like woke up healthy and alive and I had lots to be grateful for but actually getting my butt out of bed was sheer torture. I really did not like it. I was always cold so that made things like sixty-nine billion times worse. I sighed and mustered up the energy and strength to get up. I stood up and stretched and decided against putting a shirt on since I was about to shower. Wait. Where's Becca? Did I seriously manage to lose my own wife? Oh gosh. I'm a terrible person.
I headed out of our room and wandered down the wide hallway lined with pictures on the wall.
"Becca?" I called in a sleepy voice.
"Yeahhh..." I heard her answer.
"Oh. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Yep. Just changing diapers. Yay!" She giggled.
"Fun..." I said quickly turning around. "I'm gonna go shower so...um...yeah."
"Okay."
I walked back into our room and got ready to shower. Once I finished and got dressed, I had to contend with my hair. It literally did whatever it wanted so I gave up on trying and just towel-dried it. I chose not to wear contacts and decided to put on my glasses. As many times as Becca said she thought I looked cute in them, I really hated them. I'm pretty sure I looked like a dorky weird who majored in awkward and minored with a degree in derpiness...you get the point. Right? Cool.

"But now that I've found us, things are looking up..." I heard Becca singing. I heard lots of giggling and when I walked into the kids' spacious room, I found her fixing Phoenix's hair. I listened to her gorgeous voice and she didn't even realize I standing behind her until I hummed along with her.
She jumped and turned around.
"Geez...you have got to stop scaring me." She giggled.
"Sorry..." I chuckled.
I took Chandler and London in my arms and carried them down the stairs as Becca carried the other two. I managed to pack the car and luckily for me, it fits four in the back so all the carseats were in the back. We shoved all our luggage in and I opened the passenger's side for Becca so she could hop in.
"You okay?" I asked. She stood there in the driveway and seemed paralyzed with fear.
"Riker, I am so worried, scared and nervous." She spilled out. "What if I mess something up? What if something goes wrong? What if we forget-oh my gosh! I almost forgot my cameras!!!!"
She darted back into the house without finishing her thought and I chuckled. I chilled by the car and listened and made "conversation" with the quadruplets.
She came back with her huge camera bags and set them up front near the seat.
"Okay, you alright now?" I checked.
"To be honest, no." She sighed. "I just-"
I give her a quick kiss so that she wouldn't ramble. Taking her hands in mine, I smiled.
"Becca, look at me."
She slowly raised her head.
"Everything is going to be just fine. I know your super anxious and I know it's kinda in your nature but just try your best to relax. I know it's easier said than done but I'll be right here with you and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you and the kids are safe, okay?"
"Mhmm." She giggled.
"I love you." I laughed, poking her nose.
"I love you too."
Gesturing to the car door, I grinned and spoke in my best British accent. "Shall we?"
Becca gave another adorable giggle. "We shall."