Hell of A Storm (Twisters Tyler x OC)

Chapter 19 - Weather each Storm

**Okay so I took a longer break than I ever intended, and almost didn't come back, but this story needed a proper ending/ possibility for a future, so if you are still here and reading, thank you for coming back and hope you enjoy this next chapter.

All errors are mine. And I apologize again for the LOOOOOONG wait.**

Tylers POV

Anna was pregnant. Seeing the tests on the bathroom counter, my heart hammered in my chest. The small plus dark against the white background on the stick. I called her upstairs ready to ask her questions, but the look on her face when she saw me holding the test had the words getting stuck in my throat. Her eyes had grown big, and she started fidgeting with her fingernails looking away from me. She had tried to brush it off, shake her head, convince me it wasn't a big deal, and when I had asked why she didn't say anything... the tremble in her voice, she had been scared, fear that I hadn't seen earlier, fear that had been masked by my accident, and had come back with the relief that I was okay.

A month later and the same shock ran through us after our first ultrasound. What was made real by a small white stick was now undeniable with a picture currently sitting in my wallet.

I watched Anna sitting quietly in the passenger seat. She had her laptop on legs analyzing information Kate had sent over earlier that morning. We hadn't talked much after the appointment, having been in the middle of preparing for a chase up in Missouri. The team was already in Prairie Grove following a series of storms. I watched her as she chewed anxiously on her thumb, trying to pretend she was focused on the screen. Even focused even when her mind was running away from her, she was everything I had never known I wanted... needed.

Asking Anna to marry me had been one of the easiest decisions I had ever made. There was no question how I felt about her, how I felt waking up with her, hearing her voice over the phone, she was my future. But this — a baby — had caught us both off-guard. Not because we weren't ready for forever, but because forever was suddenly coming at us a hell of a lot faster than either of us expected.

We rolled into Prairie Grove just before sunset. A small motel off the main road served as our team's usual setup between storms — a half-moon of parked trucks and mismatched RVs in a gravel lot, all humming with the familiar chaos of last-minute prep.

Dani was leaning out of her RV window, arguing with Dexter about barometric dips and local humidity readings. Boone sat on the back bumper of Lily's van, eating sunflower seeds and tossing the shells at a traffic cone someone had stolen and repurposed as a trash bin.

Lily spotted us first and raised a hand, squinting into the sun. "'Bout damn time!"

As soon as we parked, I popped the door and came around to grab the gear from the back. Anna was slower to move, lingering for a second before shutting her laptop and stepping out, adjusting her sweatshirt like it gave her something to do with her hands.

Kate met us halfway. "Hey," she said, smile easy — but it faltered when she saw Anna. "Everything okay? You guys are usually the first ones here."

Anna blinked like she'd forgotten how to be social. Then, as if a switch flipped, she forced a small smile. "Yeah. Sorry — Tyler decided he needed a second round of biscuits and gravy before we hit the highway."

Kate raised an eyebrow, looking between us. "That true?"

I shrugged with a smirk. "I'm a growing boy."

Anna rolled her eyes. "You're something, that's for sure."

I could tell Kate didn't entirely buy it — she never did — but she let it go, "You look pale."