R5 Imagines

Riker and Hanna: Part Two

Hanna's POV

Riker's giggles erupted from under the cover as I tried to untangle all the twisted blankets. Riker was trying to wriggle free but I had a good grip on what I assumed was his arm. 

Riker managed to backbend himself off the bed. I sat there trying to stop laughing.

"Oh. So you're flexible?" I wiggled my eyebrows goofily.

He ran a hand through the dark roots of his fluffy blonde hair. "Heck yeah I'm flexible."

He grabbed some sweatpants and a hoodie and sat cross-legged on the bed. 

"Okay so I guess I'll tell you what happened?"

"Okay."

"Promise not to laugh."

"Promise." I said solemnly.

"So yesterday, I had a nightmare and I, like, flew off my bed and landed on the floor. That's how I got the bruise on the side of my head."

I could feel a laugh coming on so I stifled it with a cough.

"Then, according to Rocky, I was sleepwalking and I fell down the whole flight of stairs and that's how I banged up my arm and shoulder and stuff."

"Oh no. That's not good." I tried to keep a straight face.

"Then during rehearsal that day, I whacked myself in the face with my bass-"

That was it. I burst into hysterics and couldn't stop laughing. Riker would give a nervous giggle here and there but I was dying of laughter. 

"I'm sorry that you got hurt and all, Riker but it's sorta funny."

He looked down at his lap and blushed a little. "I know."

There was another knock on the door. It was Stormie.

She opened the door a little. 

"Hey Hanna, Sweetie, your dad's downstairs."

"Oh okay." I replied. "Thanks for telling me."

"You're so welcome." She left the doorway and walked away. 

I stared into a space for a moment but then realized Riker was studying my face.

"You okay?" He asked with worry in his voice.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I just don't wanna go."

"Aww. I'm sure we can hang out again sometime soon." He scooted closer and pulled me into a hug. We stayed like that for a few moments and I finally rose to retrieve my belongings.

Riker and I both walked out to the kitchen where my dad was standing, talking to Mark. 

He smiled when he saw me. "You ready to go?"

Nooooooo. I don't want to leave this lovely place. "Sure." I forced a grin.

I was so sad. I really didn't want to go home and what was worse was the fact that I had no way to text any of my newfound friends so I wasn't sure when I'd see them next.

[FOUR YEARS LATER]

Riker's POV

"Stop laughing." I giggled. "It's not that funny."

"I'm sorry but it's hilarious, Babe." My beautiful wife laughed.

"Hanna. It's not funny." I crossed my arms and pouted. Gosh I loved her laugh. From the day I met her years ago, her laugh was always my favorite. It was so contagious. 

She gestured for me sit down on the couch beside her. She held the ice pack against the bruise on my face.

"So tell me again what happened, Clumsy Kid?" She asked trying not laugh. 

I sighed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Don't laugh till' I'm done telling you, mmkay?"

She snicker "I'll try my best not to."

"So I was walking into the studio cuz the band was doing some gang vocals and recording some more. Anyway, I was walking in with my guitar and we took a break so we headed back to our place. So we got here and we were eating on the deck outside. I went back inside to get something and left the door open. When I came back, I didn't realize that someone had closed the door so I smacked right into the glass. It was just an awkward lame moment for me but I'm okay..."

Hanna was silent for a moment and I searched her face any type of reaction. After a few seconds, she began to laugh really hard.

"You're such a dork sometimes. I love you." She said keeping the ice on my cheek while kissing my forehead.

"I love you too." I winked.

Suddenly, the sound of crying rang out. 

Hanna sighed. "Aww man. Dax is crying again. I'll get him. Hold this." 

 She tried to get up to comfort our crying son but I beat her to it. 

"Wait…Riker…" I heard her call as I darted up to Dax's room. 

Hanna's POV

I chuckled to myself as I put the pack of artificial ice back in the freezer. Riker was super adorable and I was so happy that he was mine. I slowly made my way upstairs and to my surprise, it was silent. I checked our bedroom and sure enough Riker was asleep with baby Dax out cold on his chest. Mine and Riker's guitars were on the bed from our random jam session earlier today.  Without disturbing either sleeping beauties, I climbed into bed and snuggled close to Riker, thankful for my two super fly guys.