This Is A Fever You Can't Sweat Out//Panic! At The Disco FanFic//RyanRoss FanFic

Epilogue

A year later

"You can't do that." I looked at Ryan and shook my head. "You're going to screw up my song on stage."

"Your song? I thought it was our song?" He asked, placing his guitar on the ground in front of the couch before standing up and walking over to me. I was currently sitting at the Keyboard, tapping the keys to the song we had just scribbled.

"Whose the one who woke up at three?" I asked, looking at the clock that hanging on the wall. Ryan laughed and sat next to me. "That's right, I did." I nodded.

"Who helped you write it?" He paused, tapping his fingers in the keys and making up a random tune. "That's right, I did." He smiled at me before kissing me.

"Who had the idea, though? Who wanted to wake up at 3 just to scribble nonsense on a piece of paper and try to get it on the album that is already being recorded?" I asked, glancing at him with a smile. He shook his head.

"Okay. Fine. It's your song." He stated as I placed my hands on the keyboard next to him. "I just helped write it."

"Sure you did." I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm pregnant." I whispered, tapping the G note with my pointer finger. Ryan stayed silent. "Please don't leave me." I stated in a soft tone, staring at the keys. I lightly played the keys to 'This Is Gospel' as Ryan looked at me. "You can't leave me again. Not for a second time." I whispered to myself.

"What?" He asked, looking at me with confusion on his face. "What?"

"Really? Don't repeat "what" over and over again. That doesn't help me at all. I'm having a baby. So what? What I need help in is finishing this album in time. Why was I awake at 3? Because I couldn't sleep with keeping something that huge of a secret from you. I mean, Ryan, seriously, why do you think I was awake at three?" I asked, looking at him, but still playing the song. "I took the test and midnight and it came back positive."

"You're pregnant..." He nodded. "Okay, let's just finish the song and go to bed. We'll talk in the morning when we're not exhausted and sleep deprived." He rubbed his face with his hands and looked at me with a smile. I took a deep breath and pecked his lips. 

"Love you." I whispered. He smiled and kissed my forehead. 

"Sure you do."

I honestly don't know what I was expecting. It could've ended up worse than it did. He could've left and I would've been alone. I'm just happy it ended fine.