i'm tired of feeling comatose {raven's song: book two}

twenty • visiting home

Raven's POV

We were on break from tour. A month had passed and Chris and I were heading to my doctor.

Dr. Vause greets us as she always does. I know by now to take off my shirt as soon as we're in the room. I lay down and she feels my stomach and examines me.

"Okay, ultrasound time?" She asks.

I nod so she gets all of the stuff. The gel makes me squirm like it did last time, but it's worth it if I get to see Criminal.

"You can't see the gender yet because you need to be about five months along," she explains.

"Okay, can we have two copies of the pictures?"

She nods. "Let me get those. I'll be back soon."

Chris smiles. "I'm happy Criminal is doing good."

"Me too. What should we name it if it's a girl?"

He shrugs. "I like Vivian or Alexandra."

"Ooh, Vivian. I like that! What about boys?"

"Shawn or Dennis."

"Those are cool," I comment. "I want the middle name to be June after my mom's, if it's a girl. Thomas if it's a boy. We could give it two middle names, so you parents could have one, too. Like Vivian June Ann Cerulli, or Dennis Thomas Allen Cerulli."

"Good idea. I like Vivian a lot, though."

Dr. Vause comes back in and hands us the pictures. We thank her and then we're on our way to Wal-Mart so we could make more copies.

Same shit, different day.

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Four days later

It was time for tour to start again. I was starting to show a little bit, so I was wearing baggy shirts because I felt fat. I couldn't even get jeans over my belly.

I was sitting in Chris and I's bunk. We had the big bunk on this tour because we needed a lot of space; sleeping with two people - especially one who's pregnant - does not make for a very comfortable night at times.

"Want any food?" Ricky asks, pulling my bunk curtain back. "We're stopping at McDonald's."

I shrug. "I guess so. Order me my usual."

He nods and walks back to the front of the bus. I sigh and turn on my phone, figuring I could just scroll through Instagram or Facebook to pass the time.

Ten minutes later, Chris brings me my twenty chicken nuggets, fries, ranch, and Diet Coke. I scoot over so he can awkwardly lay with me in the bunk and eat his sandwich.

"How've you been feeling?" He questions.

"Bloated, fat, and hormonal."

He purses his lips and pats my thigh. "You're always gonna be beautiful. And just know that all this struggle will bring something wonderful into this world."

I nod. "Thank you, love."

"I'm so excited. I hope we have a daughter," he starts to ramble. "Oh, we need to start doing the nursery when we get home!"

"How about we move into our house first, go to the doctor and find out the gender, and then do the nursery?"

"Okay. What about the baby shower? And the wedding? Should we start wedding plans?"

"Um, black dress, black tux, black roses, and doves flying over our heads."

"It's not that easy."

I take a sip of my pop. "I know, dipshit."

He kisses my cheek. "We can do that later. How about we go sit with the guys and watch a movie?"

We crawl out of the bunk and throw our trash away. I cuddle up next to Chris and the movie starts. The guys had chose to watch Silent Hill. I'd never seen it, but I heard it was scary.

Halfway through the movie, I had to make a run to the bathroom to throw up. The movie was kind of gross, and it wasn't making the baby happy.

"Are you okay?" Balz asked as I walked back into the living room.

The movie was now off and the lights were on. I nod. "That just grossed Criminal out."

Chris laughs a little and hands me a bottle of water. "We can do something else."

"No, you guys finish the movie. I'm gonna go start wedding plans or something."

"I wanna help," Chris says. "I'll come too."

I smile. No matter what, Chris is and always has been here for me. I don't think I could survive without him.

Man, The Cure is the shit. Also, I kinda like this chapter.
     - salem ♡

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