Here Comes Forever **SEQUEL** (R5 fan fiction)

Chapter 61

"I am NOT going with you Ross!" I exclaim. "Yes! You are! Hannah likes you and you have the best chance of helping me get her to come back!" "I have a baby!" "Take him with you or leave him with Riker." "he's three weeks old! He still needs his mom and he's to young to go on a plane!" I snap. "Nova you are going with me if i have to drag your screaming body onto the plane!" Ross yells. I look at Riker who's watching all of this unfold and he shrugs, "You have to take Ryder." I sigh, "fine Ross i'll go with you, but this means i'm not buying you a new phone!" I sigh. Ross shrugs, "fine." 

I glare at him before flipping around and stalking to my car. "Nova! We're you going?" Ross calls. "To pack!" I yell. "Oh Ok! Be back by 8 a flight leaves a 9!" "Shut up!" "have fun!" "I hate you!" "don't be late." "Leave me alone!" I call out the window as i drive off. 

I get home and stomp upstairs, i grab two bags and start throwing mine and Ryders clothes into them. I stuff diapers and other stuff i need before stomping back to my car  and throwing the bags into the backseat. I drive back to Ross' house drag my bags into his house. "Ross Lynch if i ever get the chance i will kill you!" I grumble as Riker hands a  fussy Ryder to me. "He woke up and i couldn't get him to stop crying." I sigh and pull my shirt down to nurse Ryder. 

Ross and Rocky groan and turn around, "what?" I ask. "You pulled your shirt down!" Rocky moans. I snort, "oh come on, you saw Tiffany like this many times." I say mentally kicking myself for saying Tiffanys name. Rocky stiffens slightly and says, "But that's Tiffany, you're.....you." "oh thanks Rocky, so much love." "You know what i mean, she was my wife. You're my sister in law." "oh yeah i am. Huh, well if we're brothers and sisters then it shouldn't be  awkward." Riker laughs, "You guys come on grow up, but by the way thank you for acting like that." 

The two guys turn around and make sure to keep there eyes well above my neck. I laugh, "Ross if you're gonna go to Florida with me then you better get used to it." Ross shrugs, "not exactly i can just go do something else whenever you do that." I laugh, "Well are we leaving or what? If we aren't then i have stuff to do." I say trying to walk past Riker and out the door but he holds him arm out and grabs me by the waist. I groan and turn back around. Ross has all of our bags and is already out the door and walking towards his car, "lets go Nova!" he calls. 

Riker puts the car seat into Ross' car and i set Ryder into it, i buckle him up and stick a pacifier in his mouth to keep him from crying before jumping into the front seat next to Ross. As we drive off i lean way out the window and scream at Riker, "I WILL GET YOU BACK FOR MAKING ME GO!" Riker waves and i can tell he's laughing. I sit back down and glare at Ross, "you to." Ross just laughs and mutters, "sure you will." I glare at him before staring out the window for the rest of the ride. 

We get to the airport and bla bla bla all that stuff about getting on the plane and bla bla bla. Me and a  flight attendant have hooked up Ryders car seat to one of the plane and we're all settled in. As we go down the run way memories of my last plane ride rush through my head. The engines failing, the plane going down, Riker almost drowning. I reach over and grip Ross' hand tightly. He looks at me questioningly an eyebrow raised, "The last time i was on a plane we ended up stranded on an island somewhere in the French Peninsula, or someplace like that." Ross nods and his fingers wrap around my hand, "Ok then, i won't think you're insane." I smile slightly as we take off before going rigid in my chair trying to push thoughts of plane crashes from my mind. 

Maybe halfway to Florida Ryder decides to start wailing and not stop, no matter WHAT. Eventually i have to unbuckle him from his seat and start to nurse him. Ross groans and makes a big show of looking in the other direction. I slap the back of his head, "Come on, grow up." Ross looks back at me rubbing the back of his head, "thanks so much for hitting me." "sorry you're a wimp." "i'm not a wimp!" "you can't at me below my forehead at the moment." I say flatly.