The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

I know all...

A/N: So... Since I've already screwed up all the REAL tour dates ANYWAY, I figured I'd keep messing it up and just go with it...

So try and go along with me and my weird disorderliness... If possible.

Remember its just a fanfic and none of this happened anyway.

Thank you my lovelies ^.^

Read on...

If you dare O.O

I gently folded clothing and laid them in the suitcase strategically, trying to get in as much as possible. So far, it wasn't a fail. I hear Hunter out in a different area of the apartment, but I just concentrated on packing away clothes.

Once hearing his footsteps become closer, I hear them stop right outside the bedroom door.

"So, you ready for tour?" I hear Hunter ask from behind me, with a smile in his voice.

I turn around, while attempting to fold a cardigan, and smile nervously at him. "Yeah, I guess so." I whisper, now studying the materials stitches as if I were trying to memorize the pattern.

I turn around to lay the now bundled sweater on the bed, knowing that soon I wouldn't be able to wear it anyway. My belly would get in the way.

I hear Hunter walk up from behind me, and he lays his hands on my shoulders gently, causing my skin to rise with goosebumps from the contact. "Don't stress, Z. It'll be ok." He whispers, kissing the back of my head gently.

I sigh as I slightly stare off into the distance, trying to believe what he was telling me. Of course I knew that he believed that, but my mind was probably somewhere around ten times for paranoid then his. It wasn't hard to let the worst of thoughts into my head.

"You're still stressing, I can sense it." He whispers, his mouth now so close to my neck that I could feel his warm breath.

I sighed and turn around slowly, then nuzzle my face in his chest. His arms find their way around my torso, but I kept my hands on my belly. "What's on your mind?" he asks, slowly rubbing my back.

"I'm just nervous about what's going to happen while on tour I guess." I shrug my shoulders as my forehead was pressed against his shoulder, and he sighs. Simply sighs.

"Yeah, me to. But it'll be ok." He assures me, kissing the top of my head. I smile weakly and nod my head against his chest.

After a minute of just standing there in that position, he pulls away from the embrace, kisses my forehead, and makes his way to the music room to get his instruments.

As if he could fit them all in the car to get them to the studio.

I smile while imagining the struggle he will soon have, while I zip up the suitcase. It didn't want to close, and I got aggravated, so I sit down on it and attempted to zip it again. I didn't realize it would be me having issues as well. After a few very long moments, I eventually succeeded in my attempt as Hunter walks in the room.

He looks at me, and sticks his hands in his pockets. "Now, Siana, that's a suitcase. Not a chair." He says to me, looking like he was ready to start laughing.

I narrow my eyes at him, sliding off of the suitcase. "I'm not stupid." I say as I roll my eyes quite dramatically, a smile now tugging at the corners of my mouth.

He just chuckled and walked over to my suitcase, grabbed it, then turns to smile at me as the suitcase was clinging to the edges of his fingers. "I'll be in the car. I love you." He said to me sweetly, giving me a soft kiss on the lips before he walks out.