"Pffffft." Ryker's defense mechanism of jokes took a vacation and he was speechless for a couple seconds. +C'mon brain. You can do it+ he tried to coax something out. "And thats a bad thing?" He finally asked, then mentally slapped himself, then went through a cycle of telling himself to get it back together and wondering why his brain fell apart. It might even have just been the partial compliment. Maybe it meant more than he clued in on, to him. He obviously didn't know. "No, the shirt is too big so I wouldn't have known, and wow." He jokingly shielded his eyes. "If the pink was much brighter I'd be blind." He said dramatically, before snorting slightly as she, for lack of a better word, strutted across the floor. "With how much saving you from falling flat on your face I do of course I sleep a lot!" He teased right back, walking over to collapse beside her. Bed sweet bed. Which meant sleep beloved sleep. "How are you not tired yet? And WHAT else were we supposed to do? Stand and stare at each other for a little longer?" He paused with an evil smile. "Well, in my case, stare at the air over your head, and in your case, stare into my chest." Ryker again took the opportunity to tease about the height difference.

Abby gave him a slight punch in the side "stopppppp! I'm not THAT short! I could be five foot nothing and be practically staring into your stomach!" She rolled onto her side, her arm bent to a 90 degree angle over his muscles. "Why don't you ever show these?" She asked as her hand ran over his muscles. Her head rested against his shoulder

Ryker laughed as she *almost* punched him, honestly to him it was a sad punch, and smiled sinisterly (totally a word 0-0). "Exactly! What are you? 5'3?" He teased, grinning. He let his head flop back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling as she spoke. "There's no reason to. They get the work done no matter how they are displayed." He snorted. "I try not to be a show off, like most people, but hey for you that might change." Ryker joked with a grin before sighing, completely comfortable and 100 percent ready to fall asleep. Thankfully he never usually fell asleep when talking or listening to someone talk.

"I am 5'6 thank you very much!" She retorted. The then poked his stomach "when would that change..?" She looked up at him through her eyelashes without moving her head, giving the impression of puppy dog eyes

"Oo, 5'6, such a big improvement. What am I again? 6'..1?" He asked with a small grin. As she poked his stomach he lifted his eyebrows slightly, staring at her for a moment. "Aaaafter the wedding." He answered with a smile. He didn't know WHAT she thought the whole puppy dog eye thing was going to do.

"Ugh. Height. Hate. It. " she grinned "I guess I can wait TWO DAYS" she practically bounced around from her spot on the bed "immm sooooo exxxx-citeddddddddd!!!" She tucked herself under his arm, cuddling right against his side. "If we sleep then we can get through today faster then get to the last day quicker! Yeah! Let's do that! Ready Set Go!" She closed her eyes, trying to force her brain to shut off. She knew Ryker would fall asleep first if he actually wanted to

"Your face hints that you don't hate it as much as you think you do." He teased, then almost wished he'd have said 14 years just to see how she would've reacted. He stayed dead still as she bounced around, then dove back under his arm and pressed herself to his side. Yep, he was never getting away from this. "I'm as excited as you are, on the inside." Ryker joked with a grin. At her words his face lit up like the fourth of July. On the word *go* he was already half asleep. He seemed to sink into the pillow comfortably as he passed out, not to be waken up till morning. Right before he fell asleep, he mumbled, "Competetive sleeping... I could win the Olympics..."

(Ok. A little jerk in the direction of the tiniest bit of drama I guess..?)

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Abby fell asleep not long after he spoke. His voice was calming. She slipped into a dream... a good dream. She was walking around a store as she looked for horse feed. She stumbled upon something that quickly changed the dream from good to bad. Gavin stepped around a shelf, looking like he was about to murder someone. Abby turned and ran, but then she fell into a hole. A deep, never ending... hole- Abby jerked upright, her eyes wide as she looked around. Her sharp intakes of breath were shallow and rapid as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.

(You said no drama until after the wedding! (Sobs) but good thing, it just makes the drama I'm planning so much more dramatic)

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Ryker was deep in dreamless sleep, like always, when he felt Abby shift beside him and heard her quick breaths. Normally he wouldn't even twitch a muscle, but something told him he needed to wake up, so he slowly opened his eyes and verified her breathing sounded TERRIFIED. "Abby, what's wrong?" He mumbled quietly, blinking in the dim light, barely able to see anything. It was probably 5 am.

I know but I couldn't help it!)

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Abby couldn't get the words out. All she could do was look at his face as her mouth opened and closed. Finally she got herself to speak, although her breathing was still rough. "Nightmare... g-Gavin... hole" she couldn't even process the dream.