Grabbing Hold (The Motorcycle Kid #1)

Special: Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Regular Thursday! Alright, alright, today's the day we celebrate love all across the world, and I may not have a significant other, but I do love you, and you know what I love more? Rymma as parents.

Once again, the events of this one-shot have nothing to do with the actual events of the current storyline. (Also, I highly doubt I'll ever write that far into Rymma's future, so this is more what it'd be like if hypothetically, Ryder and Emma got married and had a baby. Enjoy it.)

Love,

McKenzie ❤

Ryder woke up on the morning before Valentine's Day  to the feeling of tiny hands shaking and slapping his arm, trying to rouse him from sleep. Even though he was running on two hours' sleep after a rough night at work, the paternal part of his brain drove him into action.

Gently, he loosened his grip on Emma's waist, disentangled their legs, and rolled over to greet their son. Grunting, Emma stirred, only to clench the body pillow tighter and reposition her stomach. It was taking longer and longer for her to fall asleep the more her pregnancy progressed, and it was taking a toll on both her and Ryder, who now had to wrangle their three, almost four-year old son on his own as Emma got bigger.

Milo was a good kid, but he was still a kid. Ryder's kid, at that. He was a little more on the bratty side than Emma would have liked.

"Hey, buddy," Ryder met Milo's worried gaze. "You're up early, aren't you? ¿Qué bola, hmm?"

"Papa, I dunno what to do for Balentine Day," the toddler muttered, looking terribly distressed. "Teacher says we have to make sumfin' special for Balentine Day for someone we weally, weally love, and I dunno who to pick."

Ryder cupped his son's face, wanting badly to squeeze the chubby cheeks he'd gotten from his mother. Milo was adorable.

"Milo, mijo, you're so cute, it's almost too much for me," he cooed, pouting as his hands were slapped away by the frustrated toddler.

"Papa, I'm not cute! And focus! I have a pwoblem!"

"Okay, Mr. I have a problem. Come on, Mommy's sleeping and she needs her rest, right? Let's go start breakfast."

Hand in hand, the father and son made their way to the kitchen. Ryder placed Milo on the counter so the little boy could watch him cook.

"So, Milo, who do you want to be your Valentine, hmm? Is there a special girl at school? Someone you like a lot?"

"Kaylee, we play together at recess and we hold hands and she laughs at my jokes, and-"

"You really like this Kaylee, don't you?" Ryder chuckled at his son as he pulled out ingredients from the fridge. Milo turned red at the accusation, nodding shyly. Ryder wanted to squeal. He also knew Emma would be watching like a hawk the next time their son went over to Kaylee's house for a playdate. Crushes were fine. Anything else was not.

"So, do you want her to be your Valentine? Get her something nice and pretty? A rose, some cupcakes, maybe?"

"We gotta make a card, Papa. Teacher said we can use glitter and cwayons and markers, and draw a picture," explained Milo. Ryder nodded in understanding.

"Okay, so you want to make a card for Kaylee?"

Milo shook his head roughly. "Nuh uh."

"How come? Didn't you say you like her?"

"Teacher says it has to be someone you weally, weally love, Papa! I weally like Kaylee, but I don't weally weally like her!"

"Ah, I see," said Ryder, feigning awe. "It's a big decision, hmm?"