Disclaimer I only own Rose the baby and any of Rose's friends, & her mom.
The drive was very quiet over to the research center. I could sense something was going on but I decided maybe it be best I stay out of it. I brought with a bag of Tostitos chips and spicy salsa. Normally anything spicy would either make me throw up even if I wasn't pregnant, or I just would flip over how spicy it was. But somehow I liked it and felt like I liked it, but what was my favorite thing about this food was the fact that I didn't throw it up!
You see I'd been trying to eat multiple different assortments of foods, as the doctor said try to find a food that didn't make you throw up, or sick, by eating whatever seems appealing and try to eat it until the morning sickness went away. But about a half hour into the drive I started to fall asleep on Riley's shoulder. I sigh in content. This was the way it should be.
When I woke up I was on Riley's lap in a chair that looked quite uncomfortable. "Riley?" I whisper my eyelashes flutter up a bit brushing against his neck. He gasped trying not to laugh; as that might have tickled a bit. "Hey there," He murmured softly in response. "Riley, how long have we been here?" I whisper. "Only a half hour." He replies. "Okay. How's the research going?" I ask. "It's…going. So far they told me that apparently the temples we'll be poking around in are in Greece. So I don't know…if we can book it and maybe go quickly enough you-we can come with." Riley spoke. "If I can't go I don't think any of us can. It's not like Ben and Abby would trust us to be alone again." I whisper trying to smile a bit. "I know…" He whispers bringing his lips to mine. I return the kiss but I'm still tired and I pull away. "Not now." I whisper quietly. "Yeah." I could tell he wasn't happy that I didn't want to make out with him at the moment. It just didn't feel right. When we go home I feel like crying and apologizing to my Riley but I knew it didn't make sense and bit back my emotions as best as I could.
I lean on Riley as we watch the news in our living room, with Ben and Abigail doing a similar thing on our couch. Suddenly it turned from the moving sports, to actual news.
"In other news Ian Howe and co. have broken out of prison if you have any information you should contact the FBI immediately, do not approach him as he is considered armed and dangerous."
I let my mouth hang in place and take a tight grip on Riley. "No." I whisper silently. "It-it can't be." My hand travels directly-but slowly-towards my stomach. I can't help but feel an over whelming rush of protection wash over me, I had to protect my baby. I refused to miscarriage; I'd be depressed if I had one. I'm only a few weeks pregnant and I already fell in love with the little girl or guy inside me. "Rose." Riley whispered I could sense he was covering up his fear, too. I hadn't been the only one tortured while in the grasps of Ian Howe. "Guys-" Ben started.
"No. No, Ben he can't be…it's…" I squeaked not able to finish hiding myself in Riley.
All I could say was, "Our baby."