Let Me Go (Tyler Carter)

Chapter Seventeen: Gasoline

Four months later:

"C'mon, move the tables!" Sky barks out as I sit there, my stomach huge. Today's the baby shower, finally. We have less than two weeks 'til I have the baby. We decided not to find out the sex, as we want to be surprised.

"You look lovely," Tyler says, kissing my cheek. I smile and pat my stomach. So many things have changed. Tyler and I agreed to keep the baby, regardless of whose it is. We decided, it wouldn't be fair to anyone.

"I don't want you to leave," I say, closing my eyes as he twirls a strand of my hair in his finger.

"I know. It'll only be three days, and I'll be back before the little kiddo's born. Don't worry," Tyler says, trying to reassure me, although I still find myself worried.

"Okay, there's people parking. It's time!" AJ yells, as everyone settles. I walk to the door, as people starting coming in. I greet them with a quick hug and sit down. Everyone kind of wanders around 'til food is served. Tyler brings me a salad as I thank him. Anything besides vegetables and chicken makes sick. He sits down beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I really don't want to leave,"

"We'll be fine, I promise." I say, as Tyler touches my stomach. I close my eyes and lean against him, as everyone talks and chatters. I feel a kick on my stomach and gasp a bit. That hurt, badly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, the baby just kicked pretty hard. Holy shit, that hurt." I say, rubbing my stomach. Tyler laughs slightly and I roll my eyes, as the baby shower moves swiftly. Thank God for Tyler and I's parent's, or we would be completely lost. We play a few games, and then it's time for Tyler and I to open the gifts. I honestly didn't even want a baby shower, but I got tired of being pestered.

Tyler and I rummage through numerous boxes and bags and wrapping paper, finally reaching the biggest gift. Tyler takes it, grabbing a pocket knife, and opening it carefully. He stands up, tugging it out as Michael holds the box down. It's a brand new picture frame, inscribed with Tyler and I's names, as well as pictures from our numerous memories, and a large one, that below the desired space, says, 'We may not have it all together, but together, we have it all'. I smile widely as I stare at the pictures.

It's crazy to think that I've known Tyler a bit over a year and we already are starting a family. I still hate the fact that it's right in the middle of the band getting big. I know Tyler hates when I bring it up, but I can't help to think we should've waited, even thought this pregnancy definitely wasn't planed. I think Tyler's handled it well, but I'm nervous for what the future holds. Soon, everyone leaves besides some family, as well as the band.

"Let's go home," Tyler says and I nod. We say goodbye and get into the car, as Tyler drives home, the air comfortably silent. We arrive home and walk inside, as I carefully sit down on the couch, Tyler taking my shoes, making us laugh. He sits down beside me, turning the television on. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Me?" I ask, lost in my thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asks again, his voice slow.

"I'm fine, but really tired." I say, as I look at the clock. It's only seven o'clock in the evening, but I'm so tired.

"You want to go upstairs?"

"No, I'm good right here," I say, closing my eyes, drifting quickly to sleep.

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I wake up, my head in Tyler's lap, as he sits there, asleep. I move carefully, standing up, walking to the kitchen. I look through the fridge and grab myself a glass of milk, as I walk into the studio. I look at the desk that sits by the soundboard, Tyler's messy handwriting filling page-upon-page, and I see Michael's as well, the rest of the boys sitting around. I glance at them, as I smile. They're working on the second album, and it's going to be much heavier. I know this because I've spent countless nights up, sitting here, listening to the men I hold dear to me working towards what they love. "Kiddo, you're in for a ride, let me tell you." I say, rubbing my stomach.

"That they are," Tyler says, standing in the doorway. I laugh as he walks towards me, wrapping his arms around me.

"You need to get some sleep. You're leaving for Rise tonight at five, and I know you don't sleep on the plane." I say, looking up at him. He rolls his eyes and I laugh, as we walk out. "Go get some sleep!" I say, as he runs upstairs, groaning. I hear our bedroom door open and shut, as I stand there.

I walk upstairs, into the nursery. It's painted a pale peach color, with gray accents. I walk to the crib, fixing the linens. I adjust the bear on the dresser. I have to say, for the band being so busy, they did an amazing job. I walk to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. I take a quick shower and get dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater Tyler bought me for my birthday last month. I run some mousse through my hair, and apply some slight make up. I grab my phone from the charger and type in a number.

"Hey," I say, as Sarah answers.

"Hey! How are you?" She asks, as I smile.

"I'm fine, ready to pop, but I'm good! I was wondering, you wanna go to the baby boutique to finish getting everything?" I ask and she squeals. She loves babies.

"Yes! I'll come pick you up!"

"You sure?" I say.

"Yeah, it's no problem. I promise." She says and ends the call. I walk to kitchen, grabbing a yogurt and banana, eating quickly as I hear a horn honk. I grab my purse and phone, running outside. I slide into the passenger seat and sit there as she pulls out of the drive. I send a text to Tyler and listen as Sarah turns the radio up. She's sings along and stuns me with what a beautiful voice she has; it really throws me off. We park and I get out of the car, fixing my sweater. "What're we getting?"

"Tyler wanted to pick up this plush animal, a bear, I think. I have the picture on my phone. He wanted it for something, but I'm not sure what. That, and I wanted to get the basinet." I say and Sarah nods. I grab the bear Tyler wanted, and Sarah grabs the basinet. "I could've grabbed it."

"Not when you're pregnant, you're not." She says sternly as we walk around. I roll my eyes and push the cart, as my stomach hurts. "What's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts, like I want to throw up." I say, swallowing carefully. I look at the time, surprised it says almost three o'clock already.

"Ugh, we've gotta get home soon. I can't believe they're leaving again."

A/N: Sorry for these somewhat boring updates, but there'll be more action, I promise! There's only going to be a few more chapters though!