Ryker raised his eyebrows until she said fine, then smiled a bit triumphantly. Ha. She COULD calm down. "Don't ask me. You're the one that wanted to wander around." He answered with a quiet snort

Abby rolled her eyes and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into the house again. She quietly went into their room and laid down.
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Abby walked around, her hands on her back, eight months later. Eight and a half months carrying a baby didn't stop her from hanging out with her horses. She had just gotten back from loving on Sun when something magical happened. "Ryker! Come here! Oh my gosh!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach which it was halfway covered in a shirt that was getting tight. The baby pressed its foot against his hand. "Shes moving" she smiled at Ryker. Jessica had left two weeks ago after she divorced Gavin. She gazed at the room. The walls were a soft grey, but Abby wanted to paint some pink flowers on a spot both wall.

Ryker was only a couple feet away. He had refused to get that far from her for 8 and a half months, which was REALLY hard sometimes, but he would not let her out of his sight. As Abby exclaimed his name his head snapped up and he practically bolted over, almost already hyperventilating, his heart beating quickly, his brain already freaking out through alllll the what ifs. Then at her words he let out a relieved sigh and let his shoulders relax, a small smile coming onto his face. "That's good. Still nice and healthy." He answered, his smile growing as he felt the kick.

"She's a brat though. Look. Move your hand around and see if she kicks you. Maybe press a little" she put a hand on his shoulder to keep herself up. Back pain was a real thing, and so was the random cravings. "You know what sounds so good right now? Tortilla chips, butter, and salt and pepper. " she licked her lips then looked down as the tiny child shifted and kicked again. "Get it girl. Knock his hand out. Maybe you'll be a little boxer" she grinned

Ryker chuckled a little, shifting slightly just to feel another kick. "That's a weird craving, and she could totally be a boxer! Ima teach her to fight as well." He laughed, looking pureply joyful as he glanced at Abby. "I can't wait any longer. It's already been so long."

"You do that" she smiled. Abby gave him a soft nudge in the shoulder "you cant wait? I'm the one carrying her!" She went into the kitchen and grabbed tortilla chips and butter. "I don't trust myself with a knife. " she stated before grabbing the salt and pepper.

Ryker snorted. "You don't know what it's like being a FATHER either." He chuckled, following her into the kitchen. He leaned up against the wall, glancing around.

"No but I know what it's like being a mother thank you very much" she teased, taking a bit of butter and wiping it onto a chip, putting some salt and pepper on after. "Moment of truth" she said before chomping down the whole chip. "Mmmm"

(I know this is SO RANDOM but I watched a hilarious video where three husbands got hooked up to machines that simulated what it was like having cramps, and they pretty much died lol. Random. Had to say it. Moving on)

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Ryker grinned. He knew it was probably 10 times harder being a mother, but he was still stressed out and he guessed he wouldn't stop until he was dead. Even after the child moved away he'd probably still be worried. And of course he'd miss her. Ryker glanced at Abby's little concoction with a small wince. It looked absolutely disgusting. Butter, salt, and pepper on a chip just didn't seem good to him, but if she was happy, he was happy.

lol I've seen that! It was so funny!)

I also feel like my little concoction I created would be good. I want to try it)

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Abby made a plate full of the chips before walking over and sitting in the couch. She propped the plate up on her stomach. "Built in plate" she said with a grin before munching on another chip