Hell's Coming with Me

Behind Us Only Gray

A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long to get this chapter out. I kept hating the way that it read. I completely changed everything and still disliked the chapter. I still dislike it - but it's out there. There wasn't much in this chapter to use as a type of outline, so it's more a filler chapter. I hope you all enjoy. 

Behind Us Only Gray

I was in a light sleep due to the incident that Beth and I had just been involved in. Therefore, I woke up when I heard my bedroom door open. I knew it was Ryan because Daddy didn't jump out of his chair in the corner of my room.

"I've got her," I heard Ryan say to my father in a low voice. The familiar sounds of my father's heavy feet made their way across the floor and he left my room, door shutting quietly behind him. I rolled over and looked at my husband.

His face betrayed his emotional state at the moment. While, he usually tried to play tough, I could see the stress in every line on his face. He didn't seem to notice that I was awake, just yet, and got undressed. Ryan ran a hand over his face, frown deepening the lines on his forehead. Ryan went into the bathroom, where I heard the water running, toilet flushing, and normal motions of his routine. Once he was finished, Ryan came out of the bathroom.

"You're awake," he commented, after he had came over to my side of the bed. I smiled up at him, tired.

"I've been wide awake since you came in," I blinked at him. He nodded his head and sat down beside me, bed sinking underneath his weight.

"How are you feeling?" Ryan asked, serious as he grabbed my hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of my bones. After a moment, he laid a large hand on my stomach. It almost covered the entire span of my stomach, from one side to the other.

"I'm feeling fine, just sore," I eased his fears, putting my free hand over the one that was on my stomach. "I knew you would come though. I knew Beth had texted Rip and he would alert you to the situation."

"I will always come," he promised me. "Never forget that. I made you a promise on our wedding day. I couldn't let anything happen to you."

"I know," I grinned up at the man of my dreams. The man I was proud to have married and could call my husband. "However, this whole fiasco stopped my surprise from happening."

"What was your surprise?" Ryan stroked my stomach, causing my skin to jump. It also caused electricity to go up my spine at the gentle caresses.

"Why don't you go to the fourth drawer of my dresser and take out the little box," I told him with a look. Ryan grinned, eyes crinkling in the dim light, and did as I asked him to. He found a box in the drawer and pulled it out. I watched, amused, as he shook the box.

"Can I open it?" Ryan finally asked, not being able to tell what I had wrapped inside of that box.

"Yes," I rolled my eyes, smile on my lips. He took the top off and pulled out the tiny cowboy boots I had purchased. I watched with bated breath as Ryan just stared down at the cowboy boots in his hand, frozen.

"We're having a baby," Ryan muttered. I think after the traumatic evening it was finally sinking into my husband's brain that we were having a baby. That in less than a year we would be holding a little baby in our arms. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, Ryan was becoming more adept at the information I had thrown at him. He was scared earlier, and then finding out about the pregnancy in the worst possible way, I can understand why it took hours for the information to compute in his brain.

"Yes Ryan, we are having a baby," I smiled, feeling tears in my eyes as I could almost feel the happiness radiating off the cowboy in front of me.

"I'm so happy," Ryan's eyes crinkled with his smile as he gazed down at the little leather boots in his hand. I yawned and put my head back down on the pillow. He came back over to my side, laying down beside me after putting the boots on the nightstand. "I can't wait to tell the guys tomorrow."