My Best Friend

Flirting

Jason's pov

"Babe we're running late!" I call. "I know. Give me a sec!" She shouts back. The bus pulls into the drive. Mike and Kurt walk in. "What's the hold up?" "Nothin'. She's just finishing getting ready. Well let's go see the bus." I say.

Miranda's pov

I smirk and open the window. As soon as he walks out, I pour a bucket of water on him. "Still a kickass prankster." I say, smirking. I hide in the closet. "Where are you?!" I try to stifle my laughing but the door opens. I hand him a towel, my laughter unbearable. "You suck." He says, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Never." He rolls his eyes. "Dirty mind!" He gasps, pulling a new shirt off a hook. He undresses to change and my eyes open wide.

Jason's pov

She puts her hands on my shoulders. "What are you up to?" She stays quiet. "Babe we can't. We've gotta get going." "Hey we're already late." "Gosh you're a crazy girl but you're even crazier pregnant." "Proudly."

*later*

We get to the tour stop. I was backstage at meet and greets. A fan touched her stomach. "So you're pregnant?" "Yeah." Um... "Please don't touch her." "Sorry." "It's fine, Jason. Really. As long as it's a girl. Not a boy." I finish meet and greets and get onstage.

Miranda's pov

A girl who got a backstage pass was sitting on a speaker watching the show. She wore a bandanna but looked pregnant too. I walked over. "Hey. Enjoying the show?" She smiles and nods. "It's been great. He's so talented." She takes the bandanna off and ties her hair into a pony tail. "I heard rumors that the beautiful Mrs. Aldean is pregnant?" I nod, patting my stomach. "Me too." She says. I thought so. We made small talk until Jason came back. "Hey crazy." He says, kissing my cheek. He pats my head and I swat his ass. "Don't do that." I say wiggling a finger at him. He laughs. "You hit my ass. You have never done that before." I laugh. "Yeah well." I say smirking. He laughs softly and wraps his arms around my waist. "Well.... What's say we finish what we started in the closet." I smirk. "As long as you don't come out of the closet." He doesn't know what to say that sounded smart. The girl I was talking to busts out laughing. "God you're a handful. Surely you'll stop soon." "Maybe. And don't call me Shirley." He laughs. "Weirdo." He says. We walk back to the bus.