2-29: Song For Someone

You let me into a conversation

A conversation only we could make

You're breaking into my imagination

Whatever's in there is yours to take

I was told I'd feel

Nothing the first time

You were slow to heal

But this could be the night

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Rain bent over the porcelain basin again, her stomach heaving. She didn't have anything left in her system to throw up. She put her hand on her swollen midsection, her head pounding.

She hadn't expected this pregnancy. And it was killing her. She could barely eat enough to sustain both herself and the baby without immediately getting sick. She'd been on bed rest more times than she could count.

The bathroom door opened slowly, and Apollo made his way into the room. He sat down on the floor next to his mom, running his hand down her back.

"Are you okay, mommy? Is sissy hurting you again?"

Rain tried to laugh, but she couldn't quite find the strength to. Her four year old son understood what she was going through more than most adults did. It was almost comical. A young child with that much empathy. But then again, he was her child.

"I'm okay, Apollo. Go play. Mommy will be out in a few minutes."

Apollo shook his head from side to side, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to her. He pushed the car in his hand across the porcelain, humming a song under his breath. It reminded Rain of what Ryan said about her as a child.


The only difference being, Apollo's little songs weren't nonsensical. And his voice was perfect. Even at his young age.

He might not be a full blown vampire like his siblings, but he was unique and advanced in a lot of ways that they weren't. Especially creatively.

Rain sat up, brushing her hair out of her face.

Her son met eyes with her and he smiled, directing his attention back to his car. She didn't understand his overprotective nature at all. But she admired it.

The door opened again and Ryan stood in the doorway, his gaze traveling between his son and his wife.

"Are you sick again?"

Rain nodded once, nausea rolling through her at his mention of it.

"I am, but it's not like I can throw up. I can't eat enough to do that."

Ryan leaned against the door frame, concern coloring his expression.

"She'll be here in a little over two months. And then this will be over. Thank God.

The others weren't like this."

Rain nodded in agreement, getting to her feet. Apollo followed suit, brushing past his dad on his way out the door. Ryan ruffled his hair and Apollo laughed, the sound carrying through the downstairs hallway.

Rain crossed the room, leaning against Ryan's chest when she reached him.

"I'm never having another baby. Just so you know."

His fingers traced down her spine and his laugh made a familiar piece of her chest spark.

"No more babies. Four is more than enough anyway. You're not my mom."

Rain had wanted a big family. Or big enough anyway. But after the twins were born, three had been plenty. Rhea came at a really odd time, and Rain's body seemed to object to her presence. Almost as if it wanted to reject the pregnancy entirely, but couldn't manage it.

Which scared her.

Rain was weak and tired constantly, but the doctors assured her that the little girl she was growing inside was perfectly healthy.

"Do you want me to get you anything? The doctor gave you medicine for the nausea, I can get that for you."

Rain looked up at her husband, shaking her head.

"Those pills don't work. I'm just tired. I want to sleep."

She took a step back from Ryan and crossed through the doorway, heading for the stairs for their room. She turned around on the bottom step, a weak smile on her lips as she looked at him.

"I love you, Ryan."

He nodded, the smile he returned full of light.

"I know. I love you too, Rain. 

Always."

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Rain tossed and turned for an hour, contractions sending pain shooting through her body. And it was like she could feel it everywhere. Not just in her abdomen. She rolled over to Ryan's side of the bed to wake him, but he hadn't come upstairs yet.

She released a sigh, sitting up straight. She was barely 31 weeks along. She knew it couldn't be true labor, but it felt like it.

She bit her lip to keep the cry that came out of her throat from coming out of her mouth. They were coming incredibly close together. She looked over at the clock on the night stand, watching to see just how far apart they were.

Seven minutes.

She called out Ryan's name as soft as she could, pulling a pillow against her chest. His hearing was adept, and she knew he'd hear her. 

He was through the door in seconds, and at her side.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Rain's eyes stung as she spoke, looking down at the blankets.

"I'm pretty sure I'm about to have this baby."

Ryan's eyes filled with alarm and his brow furrowed.

"It's too early. You aren't due for months."

She pulled the blankets off of her body, getting to her feet.

"I don't think Rhea cares. We have to go."

Ryan nodded once, putting his hand on the small of her back to steady her. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Sparrow's number. Rain barely made out the words he was saying to her about watching the kids as she made her way downstairs.

As soon as her new found teal eyed friend arrived on their doorstep, anxiety set in.

Rain was terrified. It was what she'd always been afraid of. Something going wrong in her pregnancy because of what she'd been through with Thorne.

Years later, her mistake of marrying him was still messing up her life.

"Thank you, Sparrow. We'll call you when we find out what's going on."

Sparrow's face showed her concern as Ryan led Rain out to their car.

Just this once, God. Let me have some luck. Just this once.

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"What is going on in there?"

Eden's angry voice carried down the hallway from the waiting room, and Ryan couldn't help but sigh. He knew just as little as she did and it bothered him just as much. But Eden was less equipped to deal with how it made her feel.

Ryan put the styrofoam cup under the water spout of the cooler and squeezed his eyes shut.

They wouldn't let him in the room. All he was told was the baby was okay, but Rain had lost a lot of blood. They had taken her straight to surgery.

He didn't open his eyes until ice cold water spilled over the sides of his cup and pooled on the floor at his feet.

"Shit."

He took a step back, glancing down the hallway at his wife's mother. The water had been for her. Something about prescription Xanax and desperately needing to take it.

He dumped a little of the water out into the pool that was already on the floor and walked back over to her. She took the cup with shaking hands.

Eden was an expert at hiding emotions, but some things just couldn't be hidden. And the chance of losing her daughter when she'd already lost a son, it was leaking through her exterior.

Xavier appeared from inside the waiting room, an orange prescription bottle in his hands.

"Here. Take this and go sit down with Kiara and Rae."

Eden dumped what had to be more than the recommended amount of pills in the palm of her hand and swallowed the entire cup of water. She handed the empty container to Ryan and disappeared into the waiting room without another word.

Xavier's eyes were empty when he looked up at Ryan.

"She's going to be okay."

Xavier's voice sounded far more sure than he looked. He leaned both of his hands against the wall, speaking to the paint like it would answer.

"She's survived a lot. She'll survive this too."

Ryan nodded even though Xavier wasn't looking at him.

"She will. She's gonna be fine, Xav. She'll make it."

Xavier's eyes lifted to Ryan's face again and he still looked empty. Like all of his hope was gone. He pushed off of the wall and disappeared into the waiting room like Eden had.

Ryan stared after him for a while. Watching Eden cry through the glass windows of the waiting room. She was trying to hide it, but Ryan knew her well enough to know that was exactly what she was doing.

"Mr. Hunter?"

Ryan turned toward the sound of the voice, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

He gestured toward the NICU doors, a genuine smile on his face.

"Would you like to see your daughter?"

Ryan glanced again through the waiting room windows, a heaviness on his chest. Rain would be okay. Rhea would too.

Everything would work out.

Because it had to. This was one time it absolutely had to.

Because he didn't know what to do if it didn't.

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2-28: All I Need

Mini AN: You remember the time jumpy thing from gen one? Well here is where it starts for gen two. You have been warned >_>

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"Icarus, stop poking the baby."

Ryan sighed, moving the car seat out of his oldest son's reach.

Rain leaned over the railing to their upstairs hallway, a smile on her lips.

"Maybe he's just curious. They're brand new. He's two."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, looking up at his wife.

"Yes, but, he still doesn't need to poke Artemis' eyes out. I have a feeling she might need those."

The news of Rain being pregnant came almost as soon as Icarus was born. Only eight months later. Her fears of something going wrong with her pregnancies had faded, and then flared up when she found out her second pregnancy was twins.

Ryan had been a twin, and so had her mom. She knew it was likely. But didn't think it would happen to her.

She took the stairs down to the level below, bending to move the blankets in her second son's carseat aside. Apollo was born different than the other two. His skin didn't do the weird thing that Artemis and Icarus' had. And he seemed different in temperament too.

Ryan was convinced that somehow he didn't carry as strong of a vampiric trait as the other two. For some reason, that didn't sit well with Rain.

He would be different than his siblings. Just as she had been.

The twins were six months old, and they were inseparable. When you tried to separate them, one would scream bloody murder. They had even ended up sharing a crib, despite what people had told her not to do.

They wouldn't sleep apart.

Apollo opened his eyes, purple orbs staring up at her that were so much like Ryan's, it was uncanny. He shifted his eyes around, looking for his sister. His mouth opened and before he could start to cry, Rain removed him from his carseat, sitting him upright next to Artemis'.

"These two are weird. Why are they so clingy to one another?"

Ryan said the words and Rain glanced at him, laughing under her breath.

"Like father, like son.

Or did you forget about you and Rae?"

Ryan shook his head, watching his daughter sleep soundly.

"This is different. This is like he thinks if she's too far from him, she will die or something."

Rain shrugged a shoulder, handing Icarus a teddy bear that he'd been trying with desperation to retrieve from the top of the couch.

"He's six months old. A baby. I think you might be reading too much into the actions of an infant."

Ryan watched Apollo poke his twin sister's face until she awoke, removing her from the confines of her own seat.

"I don't know. I feel like I can just tell.

This might last a while."

Rain watched the two babies crawl to each other on the floor, asleep, once together, in seconds. She pulled her oldest son into her arms, turning to her husband.

"I don't think it's a bad thing. Maybe they'll all be close. Maybe they'll get luckier than I did."

Ryan pulled her into his chest, tracing his fingers over the mop of light brown hair on top of Icarus' head.

"You have a point."

He kissed the tip of Rain's nose and smiled, his fangs glinting in the sunlight.

Icarus had a set of his own in his mouth, and Rain hadn't known how to react to that. She had reproduced with a vampire, so she should have known to expect it. But she didn't.

How many of her children would be just like Ryan?

And would they grow up safe?

Could a world like this accept it?

She didn't know. But she tried to have faith.

If the world could accept everything else it accepted, it could handle supernaturals, right?

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A soft knock sounded from the front door, and Rain shot a look over her shoulder at the twins. They were playing and babbling in some language only they seemed to understand. As they grew older, it became very obvious that Ryan had been right.

Apollo was protective of his twin sister to a extreme extent. Everywhere she went, he followed. They were only four, and Apollo was easily the most temperamental (and tallest) four year old in existence. And he didn't get the set of vampire teeth that Artemis and Icarus developed.

What he did develop was a kind of physical strength that scared Rain. 

He could pick Artemis up and carry her, and that was easy for him.

When the door opened, a woman a little taller than Rain stood on the other side. Next to her was a little girl with deep green eyes about Apollo and Artemis' age. The woman looked uneasy. As if she had to talk herself into whatever she was there for.

"Hi. I'm Sparrow O'Conner. We live next door. I know you guys have lived here for a few years now, and I've never introduced myself. But there's a neighborhood cookout tonight, down the block at the park. 

I came over to invite you and the little ones."

Rain hesitated, stepping back from the door and gesturing for Sparrow and the little girl to come inside. She had seen her neighbors in passing. And she was pretty sure that Sparrow's husband was a cop like her grandpa Carter had been.

"Can I go play with them?"

The little girl looked up at her mom, and Sparrow smiled down at her, her eyes lifting to meet Rain's. Rain nodded and the little girl rushed over to the twins, sitting down right next to Artemis.

"That's Harpia. I'm sorry, she's kind of a social butterfly. She's been asking to play with your kids for months. But I hadn't wanted to bother you guys."

Sparrow followed Rain into her living room and took a seat on her couch. 

"No, it's okay. I wouldn't have minded. I've thought about talking to you too. I just didn't want to do the same."

Rain watched the three little kids, gathered in a circle. Apollo was staring with wide eyes at Harpia. Like he'd never seen a little girl before, even though he had a twin sister. Harpia didn't seem to really notice, her attention fixated on the dolls she was sharing with Artemis.

Apollo pushed the car he had been so invested in moments before toward Harpia, his eyes on the floor. She looked at the car, and then at Apollo, a wide smile crossing her lips.

She took the car from him, and he returned her smile, picking a different one from the pile next to him.

Rain raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sparrow.

"He never shares that car. Not even with Artemis."

Sparrow's laugh was melodic and it reached her eyes.

"Maybe she's special then."

Rain directed her attention back to the kids. Apollo seemed to have a rapt fascination with Harpia. Similar to the one with Artemis, but with some kind of difference to it.

"Maybe so."

Rain whispered the words, watching her youngest son interact with the little girl in a way he had never done before. He hardly ever spoke to anyone but Artemis. But he did with Harpia.

He talked to her like she'd always been around. Like he hadn't just met her half an hour before.

She and Sparrow held a conversation for a while, and Rain promised to make an appearance at the cookout. Even though she wasn't very versed in the area of social interaction.

And as the two O'Conner's stood at the door to leave, Apollo had hidden behind Rain's leg, watching Harpia closely.

Right before the door shut, he pulled his head out from behind her leg and spoke clearly, with a voice steady and loud. He held the car Rain had spoken of out, his face serious.

"Bye, Harpia."

Harpia's face brightened and she reached out to take the car, her laugh matching the melody that had been in her mother's.

"Bye Apollo."

Rain shut the door and looked down at her son, confusion all over her features. No one got him to open up that way. To talk and interact and soften.

It was more than weird, it was almost iconic.

But before she could say anything, or question his interactions, he rushed over to Artemis and sat down. Their unknown language picked back up and Rain shook her head.

I don't know what that was. But I guess it's a good thing she lives next door.

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"I have no idea how you talked me into this, Rain. I just moved here. None of these people know me. You could have at least waited until Storm moved here next month. Chase would have someone he has grown up with."

Rain glanced at her best friend, opening the SUV door so that Icarus could jump out. He jumped straight into a puddle, covering Rain's dress in the muddy water. She grimaced at him and he smiled up at her, fangs bright against his pale lips.

"Go play, Icarus."

He nodded at her and raced off to some bouncy house that was sitting on the property. She pulled the buckle out of the holder on Artemis' seat and she waited patiently at her mother's side for her twin brother to join her. Once he did, the two made their way over to a small group of kids seated in a perfect semi-circle.

The oldest one smiled at Artemis, and Apollo surveyed him with cautious eyes as Artemis introduced both of them. A little blonde girl popped up from behind the jungle gym next to them, her hand firmly in Harpia's. They took a seat in the forming circle, and at once, Apollo sat down right next to them, completing it. 

Harpia moved aside so Artemis could fit too, smiling at Apollo with bright eyes.

"I think Apollo really likes that little girl."

Rain whispered the words to Nash as she pushed Chase toward the group of kids too. They made room for him when he approached, and Rain had never seen anything like it. The way they all began interacting like they'd been friends for years.

Apollo was openly staring at Harpia again, and Nash laughed.

"It appears so yes.

What's with this town? Why are all the kids so nice to each other already? Are there no such thing as bullies?"

Rain shrugged, looking around for Sparrow.

"I don't know, but I can't say I'm complaining. Maybe this is a good place to raise them."

When Sparrow saw the two of them, she waved, indicating that they should come over to her.

Rain introduced Nash to Sparrow and watched the two of them talk, wishing she had the capability to talk the way they could. Extroverted and open and full of enthusiasm. But that had never really been her.

Instead, she watched the small group of kids. 

Sparrow had told her their names.

Blake was the little blonde boy who looked at the blonde little girl much the same way that Apollo seemed to be looking at Harpia. Her name was Paige, and the boy about Variance's age was Hale. His little sister, Albany was stuck to his side the way Artemis always was with Apollo. They all had welcomed Apollo, Artemis, and Chase easily. 

Which apparently, wasn't as common as it seemed. The five of them tended to stick together, and only together from what Sparrow said. Even her oldest twins didn't really make their way into the close knit group.

"It's weird. This is weird."

Nash said the words with awe, and Rain couldn't help but agree. 

"I don't know. I like it. Maybe they'll all stick together as they grow up."

Sparrow's words struck home with Rain. They were much like the same thing she had said to Ryan about her own children.

"I'd be okay with that. I never had many friends. I was a loner, and I kind of thought Apollo would be too. Because he's different."

The wind blew Sparrow's sandy brown hair into her face, but Rain still caught her words.

"Well, doesn't look that way anymore. I don't think Harpia wants to leave him alone."

Rain followed her gaze, and she had a point. Harpia was sitting as close to Apollo as possible. They talked at a rapid pace and Apollo couldn't take his attention off of her.

"Four years old, and I think your son has a crush."

Rain glared at her best friend, shaking her head.

"Impossible. Four year old's don't crush."

Nash pointed at the two kids, a smirk on her lips. Apollo was hugging Harpia, his face lit up with curiosity.

"I think you're wrong, but what do I know?"

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Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You're doing your best dance, your best look
You're praying that you'll make it

2-27: Safe In My Hands

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Xavier took another drink of the alcohol in his glass, watching the man he'd just given his daughter away to hold her close. He never drank, but tonight seemed a fitting reason to. His youngest daughter was only 21, and married twice. 

But, this one seemed like the right one.

He sat the glass on the table he was seated at, tracing the rim of it with his fingertip.

"You're going to be okay. Promise. And so will she."

Xavier glanced up at his wife. Tonight was the first time he'd really seen her look alive since Thaddeous had died. And it was a look he had missed. 

"Second time better be the charm, or I'm going to prison."

Eden laughed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Ryan's not going to hurt her. You can believe that, Xav."

He nodded, taking another drink and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh huh."

Eden's attention was drawn elsewhere. Probably Kiara. That's who it usually was.

But Xavier was busy watching Rain. The way she glowed was something he didn't want to ever go away. It had taken so long to get her to do it again.

Rain broke apart from Ryan, her gaze falling on her dad. She smiled brightly at him, and approached his table, her cheeks flushed.

"Dad! Will you dance with me?"

Xavier raised an eyebrow at her, clearing his throat.

"I don't dance."

Rain reached down, taking his hand in hers and pulling him to his feet.

"Well you do tonight."

He felt ridiculous, following his daughter onto the dance floor. 

Were father daughter dances invented to embarrass the father? Cause right now that's what it feels like.

She put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes lit up like fireworks.

"I love you, Daddy."

Xavier couldn't help but relent under her smile, nodding and trying his best to dance with her like he was supposed to.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He looked over at Ryan, the way he watched the two of them. Every time his eyes fell on Rain, it was obvious. Just as he had said it was. How much he loved her.

He was way too old for her. He was a vampire and he was tall as hell, and broody. But he loved Rain. And it seemed unconditional.

He let out a heavy breath, looking back down at his daughter.

"You're really happy, aren't you?"

Rain brightened, her eyes traveling over to Ryan.

"I am."

Her voice was breathless, excited. 

The song slowed to an end, and Xavier heard the clapping, but for a moment he didn't want the dance to end. Didn't want to let his little girl go.

But he knew that he had to. And this time, it was going to be okay.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Congratulations, Rain."

He released her hand, watching her walk over to her new husband.

Ryan took her into her arms like she'd been gone for hours.

As he shuffled over to his seat and picked up his glass again, he put his hand over Eden's on the table.

"You don't see that often."

Eden followed his gaze, another smile crossing her lips.

"Yeah, he loves her. And he didn't even have to stop her from getting on a plane to get her to realize she loved him back."

The corner of Xav's mouth rose and he shook his head.

"You always knew. You just had to be difficult.

Glad you decided to stay though. I won't argue that."

Eden pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a red lipstick print behind.

"Best decision of my life, Nile."

She turned back to Kiara, and Xav turned his attention back to his youngest daughter, finality in his chest.

And I think this is hers.

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"Moving sucks. Why are you making me help you with this?"

Storm looked over her shoulder at her toddler. Variance kept pulling things out of boxes and then running away, laughing maniacally, when Storm tried to take the things away.

"That girl is her father. I swear to God."

Rain grinned at her big sister, pulling tape across the top of the box in front of her.

"Fangs and all."

Storm rolled her eyes, nodding.

"Unfortunately."

She acted like she wasn't happy about it, but Rain knew it was just that. An act.

Storm finished packing the box in front of her, taking the tape out of Rain's hands.

"Riverview though? Why so far away?"

Rain stacked her box on top of Storm's and shrugged a shoulder.

"We love the house. And we want a family. It's perfect for that.

And it's only two hours, Storm. I'll be closer than you think."

Nash's groan preceded her entrance, and Variance's fusses accompanied it.

"Your tiny terror is trying to feed my tiny terror crayons."

Nash had only recently had her baby. Variance was two. And Rain was pretty sure newborns shouldn't be eating crayons. Storm sighed loudly, taking Variance out of Nash's grip.

"Vari, we don't feed babies crayons. We don't feed anything crayons. Crayons aren't edible."

Variance smiled at her mom, mouth full of shiny white teeth.

"Sorry, momma."

Storm raised an eyebrow, sitting her daughter on Rain's old bed.

"Uh huh."

She quickly scooted off of it, turning to grin at her mom before racing out of the room, back the way she had came. Nash sat the carseat containing her son on the spot Variance had vacated, glancing around the room.

"Were you able to convince Rain not to leave us?"

Storm feigned a heavy sigh, her eyes on her sister.

"No. She's dead set on leaving us behind."

Rain tossed a Styrofoam peanut at her sisters head, rolling her eyes.

"Stop that. Both of you. It's not that far away. I swear I'll keep in touch. I'll be back all the time. I love you guys."

Nash walked over to Rain, wrapping her in a hug. Storm joined the hug, even though she'd never really been that close to Nash. But it felt right. The three of them in that moment.

When the hug broke, Rain almost swore she saw tears in her sister's eyes.

"So when are you gonna have a baby, Rain. You're 23 now. And your man is hot. Why is there no baby making?"

Rain squeezed her eyes shut at Nash's comment, turning back to the new box she was packing.

"Someday."

Nash and Storm exchanged a look and Nash poked her finger softly into Rain's side.

"Soon. I want Chase to have a friend."

Rain mimicked Nash's poke, glancing at the car seat with the softly sleeping baby.

"Soon."

In about eight months.

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Rain waited patiently for the doctor, nerves amplifying with each passing minute. She'd been terrified after losing the baby with Hawthorne that maybe her body just couldn't handle another one. The procedure she had needed because of it could make that happen. Could make you miscarry. 

And it scared her down to her core.

Ryan ran his fingers down the length of her spine, his whisper in her ear.

"The baby's going to be fine, Rain. I can hear its heartbeat, I've told you that.

You saw the baby on the monitor."

Rain nodded at him, her smile weak. She wanted to believe him. Vampire superhearing and all that. But it was hard to. She wanted concrete medical proof. Not just a fuzzy picture on a screen and her husband's reassurance.

The door opened and the doctor walked in, a smile huge on his face.

Rain let out a sigh of relief at just the sight of that.

"Good news! The baby's doing just fine!"

Ryan laughed, his touch on her shoulder.

"See?"

Rain glanced at the charts in his hands, swallowing hard.

"The baby's okay?"

The doctor smiled at her, turning the chart around so she could see it.

"Better than okay. But I think your timing was just a little off. Because we saw more on the ultrasound than we should at the gestation you mentioned."

He flipped the chart over, glancing at Ryan and then back at Rain.

"Would you like to know what you're having?"

They'd switched doctors when they'd moved to Riverview, but when she was in Bridgeport she had thought she was right on time. But maybe she'd been wrong. She looked at Ryan and he nodded at the doctor.

"It's a little boy. Due around March 7th."

He said a few more things, about the health of the baby, Rain's weight gain. But it mostly blurred together after she knew the baby was okay. 

Not just the baby.

Her son.

When he left the room, she got off of the chair, walking over to the couch Ryan was seated on. She sat next to him, leaning into his shoulder. The weight of worry had disappeared from her chest, and she felt at peace. Happy.

"A boy."

Ryan grinned, putting his hand on her stomach.

"Yep. Can we name him Apollo? I kind of always liked that name."

Rain laughed, shaking her head slowly.

"You have baby names picked out and I do not?"

She put her hand over his, her voice thoughtful.

"I don't know though. I don't think this one feels like an Apollo."

Ryan looked confused, glancing at her stomach.

"Babies feel like names?"

"Not necessarily. But I feel like that name should go somewhere else. Not with this baby."

She looked up at him, worry settling in her chest again for a second.

"Is that weird?"

Ryan shook his head.

"Not at all. If it doesn't feel like an Apollo, we can name him something else."

Rain bit down on her lip as Ryan helped her to her feet.

"This baby feels like an Icarus."

Ryan followed her out the door and to their new SUV, opening the passenger door so she could get inside.

"Greek mythology names, huh?"

He shut the door and got behind the wheel, the ignition turning over.

"Yep. Those feel right. My dad's middle name is Ares and I kind of want to continue that."

He nodded at her as he pulled out of the parking lot, heading toward their new house. 

Where they would raise this baby.

Where they had made a new life. Together.

"Greek mythology names it is then."

Rain grinned at him, directing her gaze out of the window.

"You started it with Apollo. It all just kind of seems to fit together."

For once in her life... everything seemed to.

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In the night, every road you take

In the night, brings you back to me

And you stand alone, I'm right here

So take my hand, don't be scared

We can go anywhere

You don't have to run, you don't have to hide,

Cause I got you,

Safe in my hands