Surviving Ricky (A Ricky Horror/ MIW fan fic)

She's as White as the Snowfall

It's been three weeks since I found out about my 'situation'. I've managed to keep it a secret from everyone.

The morning sickness hasn't held up, but I try to make it look like I'm using the bathroom when it happens. Ricky found me last week throwing up, but I lied and said my period was really bad.

I can tell Chris is upset with me. He just wants me to tell Ricky about the baby. Can't he wait like one more week?

Everyone was so excited to go home and actually sleep in our own beds. I was excited to see my kitten and to see Brielle again.

What I wasn't looking forward to was going to the doctors for my baby appointment. That was the day after we get back and I sure as hell wasn't telling Ricky the day after we get back.

I'll have to lie yet again and make an excuse I'm hanging out with Chloe or something.

I hate this.

"Abby!" Piper snapped her fingers in front of my face.

I jumped back. "What?!"

"You've been zoned out for like ten minutes!" She said.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I've helped like twenty people." She laughed.

The guys were going on stage in a few minutes. I've stopped sitting backstage since 'nothing was wrong with me' anymore.

If I told Ricky I was pregnant and he did end up taking the news well, I'd probably be forced to sit beside him while he played.

He's been super protective over me.

Throughout the night I was zoned in and out. I didn't even notice the show was over until a huge lineup was formed at the merch table.

Everyone cleared out of the venue quickly. That meant an early night for us all.

We packed up all of the merch fairly quickly and started lifting the boxes to the trailer.

While walking down a hall, I passed Chris who was headed to the dressing room.

He quickly came over to me and took the box out of my hands.

He looked around for a moment before leaning in to whisper to me. "You shouldn't be lifting things."

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "Chris, I'm pregnant, not crippled." I whispered as we walked down the hall.

"Still. It could harm the baby." He whispered as we got to the trailer. He placed the box inside and then turned to me. "Just don't lift anymore." He said.

"Why?"

"Abby, I just told you why!" He got louder.

"God, fine." I mumbled while heading back into the venue.

I walked down the hall again to the motionless dressing room. I knocked on the door and waited. I didn't want to just walk in just incase someone wasn't fully clothed.

Ghost opened the door with half of his makeup off. Once he saw it was me, he widened the door and allowed me to come inside.

Everyone was removing their makeup and packing up their belongings. Ricky was sitting on the couch, so I headed over to him.

He looked up just as I got to him.

"Hey, Baby." He said while pulling me down into his lap.

"Hey." I said while leaning my head against his shoulder. I then scrunched my nose together. "Did you shower?" I asked him while sitting back up.