No Place Like Home

Chapter 7

Austin's POV
"Thank you Barcelona!" I gratefully told the crowd as the lights went dim on stage. I grabbed Ally's hand and we walked away.
"You guys were incredible, once again!" Trish told us as we were coming down the stairs on the side of the stage.
"Thanks girl!" Ally replied.
"So do you guys want to do anything tonight?" Trish asked.
"Sure!" I said.
"Well, there's this little fair thing about ten miles from here. Eric said he saw it last night when we drove past it." She replied.
"Yay! You know how much I love festivals!" Ally bounced with excitement.
Trish laughed, "I'll go tell Eric where we're headed then!"
Trish walked off towards the back exit as Ally and I made our way to our temporary dressing room.
We walked into the small room off the side of the stage, and I sat down on the sofa. I pulled Ally down with me before she had a chance to resist. She was slightly sitting on my right leg, so I lifted her up and set her on my lap.
"What are you doing Mr. Moon?" She asked.
"I've gotta have a talk with you Mrs. Moon." I replied.
"Okay." She said, looking seriously into my eyes with her big brown ones.
"You know you're not going to be able to ride the attractions at the festival we're about to go to."
Her face slumped when I said this.
"Oh yea.... I forgot." She said looking away.
"Don't worry, we'll still have fun." I pulled her close for a hug and kissed her temple. "I love you." I whispered in her ear.
She turned her face toward mine, "I love you too." She leaned in and gave me a quick peck and then got up. "I'm going to change into a tee and some jeans. Are you going to wear your concert clothes to the carnival?" She asked me while picking some clothes out of our bag.
"I guess not. What do you reccomend I wear?" I asked, getting up and standing beside her.
"Hmm, let me see." She bent over and began to dig around in the bag. A few seconds later she pulled out my blue collared shirt, my dark jeans, and my old denim jacket. "Here ya go handsome." She said handing them to me.
"Thanks for having such excellent taste sweetie."
"No problemo." Ally said.

We got dressed into our comfortable clothes and packed up our belongings. We were walking out of our dressing room when Ally placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see what was wrong. She had a pale expression on her face, and she looked up at me.
"Austin, I'm not feeling too well."
"Are you feeling sick?"
She nodded her head 'yes' and put her hand over her mouth.
"Come on." I said ushering her back into our dressing room. I dropped our bags by the sofa, and rushed with Ally to the little bathroom inside the dressing room.
We both knelt on the bathroom floor as Ally let go of her lunch. I held her hair back as she heaved over the toilet. Why did she have to get morning sickness? My sweet angel doesn't need this.
She finally stopped and leaned up. "I'm sorry Austy."
"No it's not your problem Alls, let's just get you cleaned up." I wet a napkin for her, and she wiped her face off.
"Lets go on to the bus so I can brush my teeth and get this horrible taste out of my mouth."
"Okay sweetie." I picked our bags up, and we left.

Ally's POV
Austin and I were walking into the tour bus, and we saw Trish sitting at the kitchen table. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth while Austin went on in the kitchen. I began to put toothpaste on my toothbrush when I heard Trish talking to Austin.
"Where have you guys been? I thought you might have gotten lost." She said jokingly.
"Ally got sick again." My sweet husband said.
"Maybe we shouldn't go to the festival then." She said.
"I don't know. Let's ask her when she gets done brushing her teeth." Austin said.
I hurriedly finished brushing my teeth when I heard him say that. I actually wasn't feeling much better, but I really did want to go to the festival. I walked into the kitchen and put a smile on my face, hoping they would believe it.
"Hey guys! Ready for the festival?" I asked, trying to sound as peppy as I could.
"Are you feeling better honey?" Austin asked me.
Man. Why'd he have to ask me if I was feeling better.
I slowly let my guard down and went to sit by him in the window seat. I laid down on the empty spot beside him, and I let my head rest in his lap. "Actually no, but I just really want to go to this festival. Its been years since we've been to one." I said looking up at him.
He pushed my hair to the sides of my face and looked down at me, "Alls, we're not going if you're feeling bad."
"Please!" I pleaded.
"No sweetie."
"Trish." I said, looking over at my best friend.
"Ally, I'm with Austin. You'll only feel worse if we went."
My eyes began to sting and water from the thought of not going. I turned my head toward Austin and buried my face in his shirt.
Why was I so emotional? Oh yea, the baby. I thought to myself.
"Okay, what if we only stay for thirty minutes. Please guys!"
Trish and Austin looked at each other and then back at me. Mine and Austin's eyes met, and I could slowly feel him start to give in.
"Oh okay, but only for thirty minutes. Not a second more." He said.
"Ahhh! Thanks baby!" I said hugging his torso.
"Hopefully this isn't a bad decision, Austin." Trish said, glaring at my husband.
"She was about to cry! I hate to see her cry!" He protested.
"Don't worry Trish. I know my own limits." I said seriously.
"Well, I'll go tell Eric we can go now I guess." she said getting up and heading towards the front of the bus.
"You're going to tell me if you get to feeling worse. Right Ally?" Austin said.
"Of course, but I don't think I could hide anything from you anyway. You know me too well." I said smiling.
"Is your tummy still upset?" He asked me.
I love how he uses the word tummy.
"Just a little." I replied.
"Let me go get you a Sprite."
I sat up, and Austin walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a can of Sprite. He came back over and sat by me, opening up the can.
"Thanks Austy." I said taking a sip.
"Come here. Let me hold you." He said holding his arms open.
I crawled over and sat in his lap while he wrapped his arms around me.
Somehow he always knows what I need.