This is gonna suck
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Ryan's POV;
I stood sideways as I looked at myself in the mirror. My bump was getting bigger every week, and I don't even wanna know how big it's gonna be when I'm 9 months along. I was in my boxers and an oversized shirt, since I'm getting ready for bed. I felt the baby move around, which brought a small smile to my face. Brendon walked in the room.
"What are you doing, Ry?" He asked. He was changed into his pajamas.
"Just looking." I sighed happily, looking down at my stomach. I stared and my mind started to wander. What if something goes wrong while I'm still pregnant? Or what if something goes wrong at birth..? I could never live with that, knowing that it'd be my fault if she was..
Before I knew it I was crying into my hands.
"Woah, woah, Ryan what's the matter?" Brendon asked worriedly, now next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder, crying and hiccuping. He soothingly rubbed my back, and cradled my head. "Hey, hey, shh." He cooed.
"W-What if something goes wrong..?" I asked, talking through my tears.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"What if she's premature..? I don't wanna hurt our baby like that.." I sniffled.
"Sweetie, that won't happen. I promise you. The chances of that happening are one and a million- most likely... but I promise you, she will be okay." He said, kissing my head. I looked up at him.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I'm sure." He kissed my lips this time. I smiled and kissed him back. We pulled away and I rested my head to his. It was wet.
"Jesus Bren, you're sweating." I said. "It's cause you're wearing that long sleeved shirt. It's summer." I said. He wiped his forehead sweat away on his sleeve. "I'll get you a T-shirt to change into." I said, walking to the closet.
"No," He said. I turned to face him. "Uh.. I mean, I don't need another shirt. I'm fine in this." He said. I looked at him curiously.
"Bren, why aren't you taking that off?" I asked, walking to him and crossing my arms.
"No reason." He said.
"Bren, tell me." I stepped closer.
"Please stop.." He looked down at his socks.
"Bren-"
"I'm ashamed of my scars okay?!" He snapped. My eyes widened, but at the same time I felt my heart break. He stormed out of the bedroom quickly. I shouldn't have pressured him to speak, but I wanted to know what was wrong. I don't want Brendon to be ashamed of him scars. I think he's beautiful no matter how many scars are on his body.
I decided to find where Brendon went, cause I didn't hear the front door open or close. I walked around all upstairs, looking in every room. Brendon wasn't there. Then there was soft humming coming from the nursery. I peeked in from the door, and saw Brendon sitting in the rocking chair, looking down at the sonogram of the baby. He stopped humming, and sighed.
"I really hope you don't hate me for my scars, baby girl.. I know, scars are not pretty, especially on me, but I hope you still see me as your Dad who loves you." He said.
"Of course she will." I said, opening the door. He looked up at me. I walked to him. "Of course she'll love you. Don't even think otherwise." I said, taking his hands in mine.
"I'm so scared, Ry.. I don't know if I'll screw up, I don't know if I'll do something wrong, I don't know if-"
"Shh," I cradled his head this time. He breathed in and out, to keep from having a panic attack. He had a lot of those when we were in high school.
"You won't screw up. I know you. Even if you think you can't, this baby is gonna be so loved. And not just by us. There's Patrick, Pete, Andy, Joe, Spencer, I could keep going." I said. He sniffled and looked in my eyes.
"Are you sure?" I asked. I kissed his nose.
"I'm sure."
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Sorry that this was all over the place. This is kinda rushed.
~Bella 👌
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Fanfiction(Amazing Cover made by the incredible: RomanceFangirl3) Brendon and Ryan were high school sweethearts. They were what their friends called, 'the perfect couple.' It all went well, until Ryan and Brendon were separated due to college. Ryan went to Ne...
