No Place Like Home

Chapter 8

Austin's POV
I looked up at the night sky as Ally and I went around in circles on the ferris wheel. She was cuddled up by my side, wearing my jacket. She had been quiet the whole ride, and I was pondering if I should ask her if something was wrong. I reached for one of her curls with my hand and arm that were wrapped around her and began to play with her hair, twirling and untwirling it around my finger. Ally looked up at me and smiled, but I could tell something was bothering her; she didn't have that twinkle in her eye that was normally there.
The ferris wheel came to a halt as passengers began to unload on the bottom. We were stuck on the top, and now was the perfect time to talk. "Ally, what's wrong?" I ask her.
She adverts her gaze from me and looks up at the sky.
"You'd think I were silly if I told you." She says, not wanting to look me in the eyes.
"No I won't sweetheart. You can talk to me about anything; you know that."
She looks back at me and runs a hand through her hair, "Do you remember when I told you I had a bad feeling about something on the flight?"
"Yea?"
"Well, it's come back, and I can't shake it. I just feel like something is going to go terribly wrong while we're on tour over here."
"Alls, Kinsley is in excellent hands with Dez and Carrie." I say.
"I know that sweetie. Kins is perfectly safe. I feel like something bad is going to happen to one of us."
I pull her close and place a kiss on her forehead, "Honey, I'm going to protect you. Forever and always. Nothing bad is going to happen to either you or me, you've got to trust me on this one. You don't need to be worrying, you've already got so much on your plate right now with the tour and finding out you're pregnant again. And if knowing I'm always going to protect you isn't enough, remember there is someone so much more powerful than me that is watching out for you twenty four/seven. Remember that Romans 8:28 says, 'God works for the good of those who love him', so everything that happens is for our good, whether we consider it good or bad."
"Thank you for always protecting me and reminding that I am in God's hands. I guess I forgot that this is not my life to live, we're just broken instruments in the hands of the Greatest. And I need to stop worrying, it's not good for the new baby." Ally admits, placing a hand on her belly and looking down.
I put a finger under her chin and lift her eyes up to meet mine, "It isn't any good for you either."
A tint of pink runs through her cheeks as she blushes, "Always caring for me. How could I have possibly ever worried with a husband like you?"
She leans over, and her lips press against mine as the ferris wheel begins to move down.
I pull away and let my hand rest against her cheek, "So you're not going to worry anymore?"
"No, and if anything is ever bothering me again, I will tell you."
"Promise?" I ask.
"Promise." She says, laying her head on my shoulder.
I let out a huge breath I didn't even know I was holding. Please don't ever worry again.

About fifteen minutes later, Ally and I were making our way back to the tour bus after stopping to get a lemonade. She was holding to her agreement of only staying at the festival for thirty minutes, and I was proud of her. Trish and Eric wanted to stay longer, so he gave me the keys to the bus. Ally and I were walking through the parking lot, trying to make our way to the bus.
Halfway through the walk Ally tugs on my hand, so I look down at her beside me.
"Austy, I don't feel good."
"Do you feel sick at your stomach again?"
"No, I'm just aching all over, and I'm really tired." She says, clearly exhausted.
I let go of her hand and turn around. "Hop on." I say, gesturing with my head.
Ally doesn't even try to protest, and she jumps on my back. "Thanks sweetie." She says kissing my temple, her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

A couple of minutes later, we make it to the bus. As soon as we're inside, I carry Ally to our bed and lay her down. She's almost asleep, so I take my jacket off of her and pull a blanket up over her. I turn around, about to leave our small room, but a quiet whisper stops me in my tracks, "Austin?"
I turn back around and look at my adorable, sleepy wife, "Yea sweetie?"
"Could you sing me a song?"
I smile and go sit beside her. She crawls into my lap as I begin to sing one of her favorite songs,
Some men dream of crossing oceans
Some men dream one day to fly
Spend their whole lives out there floatin'
On the water and the sky
Some men dream of building fortunes
Some men dream of havin' fame
Nothin' else is more important
Than making money and a name
But in my dreams I see
A little sky blue house
Beside a small stream
A front porch, screen door
The sound of bare feet runnin' and cartoons
In my dreams, your dreams come true
I come find you in your garden
Pullin' weeds between the rows
Trade a kiss for a glass of water
Sit and watch what love can grow
In my dreams I see
A little sky blue house
Beside a small stream
A front porch, screen door
The sound of bare feet runnin' and cartoons
In my dreams, your dreams come true
In my dreams your dreams
Are the only things
That really matter to me
When you smile I smile
What makes you happy makes me happy too
In my dreams your dreams come true
In my dreams your dreams come true
I look down and see Ally's chest rise and falls as she sleeps. I lean down and plant a kiss on her cheek, "Goodnight sweetheart. Don't worry, I'm right here."