Riley's POV
I opened my eyes slowly. Colton was laying down on his stomach and letting out soft snores. I smiled softly before letting out a yawn. We were currently in a hotel in Nevada for Colton's tour. I was now eight months pregnant and bigger than ever. I smiled and rubbed my belly gently.
"Morning princess." Colton said softly in my ear. I turned my head and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Morning handsome. Are you excited for today?" He shrugged. "I would rather stay here with you and the little one." Colton kissed my stomach before standing up and stretching. "I'm going to go shower and then we can head down for breakfast." I nodded and watched him walk away. "Your daddy is something else munchkin. I can't wait till you're here. Mommy and daddy love you so much."
The pregnancy had been hard so far. I was bloated, had back pains, stupid cravings, and my body ached but I wouldn't trade any of the pain for the world. It was all worth it. I mean I was a little sad that Colton began going back to work more half way through the pregnancy because there were somethings that I needed help with but I don't blame him. I blame Scott.
Scott began to threaten Colton which led Colton to finding a new manager. She is actually really cool. She is in her early thirties and married with two kids, who she manages to see a lot even with work involved. Her name is Janice, and if I had questions about my pregnancy she would answer them. There would be some days when she would get Colton to start working on something and then take me out for a girls day.
Luckily though, this was the last stop before home and we had successfully been to twenty out of the fifty states. All of his fans were so supportive of him. He would ask some of them to come up on stage with him and he would converse with them before having them sing with him. Colton isn't an ordinary pop star. He isn't in it for the money, he's doing it because he loves to sing and make people happy. He truly connects with his fans to help them.
I looked down at the ring on my left hand and instantly smiled. My first love is who I am married to. It doesn't get more cliché than that. He was the bad boy, I was the loser, we hated each other, then fell in love, yada yada yada. Except it is the best damn love story I've heard of.
When he came out of the bathroom, there was a towel hanging off of his waist. "Princess, come on, get dressed. I have a surprise for you at breakfast." Colton said proudly with a smile. I got up and waddled over to my suit case and pulled out some maternity jeans and a flannel. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and slid on my flip flops.
I followed Colton out of our hotel room and downstairs to the dining area. "Did you sleep good princess?" I nodded my head. "I always sleep good with your arms wrapped around me." He chuckled. "That's the cheesiest most adorable thing I've heard out of your mouth this whole trip." I lightly laughed and rubbed my stomach. "You wouldn't love me any other way though, would you?" He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I love you exactly how you are."
We sat down at a table and he grabbed a bag from the side of the chair. "I have been working on this for the past five years now and was waiting until we had children." He handed me the bag. I pulled out a photo album. On the front it read "Forever and Always The Blacks"
Along with a picture of Colton and I when we were younger.
As I flipped through it, I realized it was our pictures from the beginning of when we first met all the way to yesterday when we went to a little county fair. I looked up at him and began crying. "This is so beautiful. Thank you." I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. His hands grasped my face and he gently brushed his thumb under my eye. "Now you can fill it with our family pictures." I nodded my head and rested against his chest.
"You do so much Colton. Thank you." He smirked. "Anything for my sexy, pregnant, princess." I rolled my eyes and looked up at him and got a sharp pain in my stomach and lady area. "Ow." I jerked back from Colton and sat down, rubbing my belly. "Riley! Are you alright?" He kneeled in front of me. "I think I might be having contractions." His eyes went wide. "This little one isn't supposed to be here for another month." I nodded. "I might be having false contractions." He kissed my forehead and sat back down, watching me intently.
Ten minutes later I had another one. "Okay, Riley. I think we should take you-" I waved my hand cutting him off. "They are ten minutes apart and as long as they aren't four to five minutes apart it's okay." He gave me a worries look. "Can we at least go back upstairs where you can rest and lie down?" I nodded. "That actually sounds great."
Colton had me lean on him as we walked. When we got to the room he helped me onto the bed and removed flip flops for me. He turned on the tv and crawled into bed with me.
After an hour of doing absolutely nothing, my contractions were six minutes apart. "Oh my god this hurts." I cried. Colton rubbed my back. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I shook my head. "No."
All of the sudden, I felt the bed dampen beneath me. My eyes widened and I began taking deep breaths and doing the exercises my doctor showed me. I looked at Colton who stared at me, clearly confused.
"Colton grab the baby bag, and you keys because our baby is on the way."
