So first off I just want to say thanks for all the feedback! It really makes me happy to know people like my stories. Also, I'm kind of working on a special surprise for this story that I hope to reveal soon providing it works out so you guys have that to look forward to in the upcoming chapters. But anyway, enough about that, here's chapter 5!

And to answer lilystar0x's question, no it is not Maya as in Maia Mitchell. This Maya is just a character I made up. If you look in the very beginning of the first chapter she is described and gives her full name; Brooklyn Amaya. Hope I cleared it up for you!

"We need to talk." He says, looking between us.

I feel a knot form in my stomach. Stormie must have told him. And judging by the look on his face, he was not happy.

"About what?" Riker asks. If he is nervous, he is doing a good job at hiding it.

Mark stands, crossing his arms, "You know exactly what."

"Mom told you?" Riker asks.

He nods, "Yes, she did. And let me just say, while she may be taking this okay, I'm not. I'm disappointed in you. In both of you. I thought you two were old enough to know to be safe."

"We were being safe. It just kind of…happened." Riker drops his gaze to the ground.

I knew exactly how this had happened. I had missed a birth control pill but didn't realize it until a couple few days later. Riker just happened to be visiting me when I missed this pill. I had stupidly thought that missing just one pill wouldn't make much difference and that the chance of getting pregnant would be small. Boy was I wrong.

"You should have been more responsible." Mark says.

"I think if anyone should have been more responsible it was me. I mean, it's not his fault I forgot to take my birth control." I finally speak up.

"Maybe not, but it still takes two, Maya." Mark responds.

"Look, I know this isn't exactly an ideal situation but…what's done is done and we can't change it." Riker says, "Shouldn't we just make the best of it?"

"Make the best of it? How exactly do you plan to do that? On top of being so young, you both lead extremely busy lives. How do you plan to handle a baby thrown into that mix?" Mark demands.

"I don't now but we'll manage. We may be young, but it's not like we're sixteen. We're adults, we have the means and are mature enough to handle it." Riker replies.

Mark shakes his head, "You have no idea what you're in for."

"Maybe not, but does anybody really know what they're getting into before having a baby?" I say.

He lets out a short laugh, "Well, no, I suppose not."

"I know it's going to be hard, but I really think we'll be okay, that we can do it." Riker takes my hand as he says this.

"Mark sighs, "What about your tour? Have you talked to the rest of the band yet?"

"Yeah, I talked to them earlier today. We decided the easiest solution that would work for everyone is if we just break it into two parts. We'll go on the first part until about a month before her due date, and then pick back up a little while after the baby is born." Riker answers.

Mark nods, "You seem to be figuring this all out pretty well so far."

I smile a little, "Like he said, we can do this." I squeeze Riker's hand.

"I really hope so." Mark says.

"So, are you okay with this?" Riker asks.

"I don't know yet." Mark answers before turning and walking off.

"Well, I guess that could've went worse." Riker says.

"It could've gone better too." I reply.

He shrugs, "Maybe. But at least it's over with now."

I nod, "Yeah, it is kind of a relief that everyone knows now. Which reminds me, how did Rocky, Ratliff and Ryland take it?"

"Pretty well. After I got them to believe me that is."

"They didn't believe you?" That really shouldn't surprise me.

"Nope. They thought I was playing a joke on them. Ross vouched for me though and that convinced them. They were all pretty shocked but they're okay with it."

"That's good." I say.

"Yeah. It was actually kind of funny because Ryland said he always figured Rocky would be the first one of us to get someone pregnant." He laughs.

I laugh too. I can see how it would seem Rocky would be more likely than Riker to be in this situation. He does come off as a little more girl crazy than the rest of them.

Riker yawns, "I think I'm going to head to bed. It's been a long night."

"Okay."

We kiss goodnight and go our separate ways. I lay down but can't fall asleep so I take my little pink notebook out of my bag and flip through it. I had loved writing songs for as long as I could remember, even though they never came out very good. I typically kept this a secret but Riker, being nosy, had come across the book a while back so he knew about it. After a lot of whining on his part, I finally stopped hiding it from him and let him look through it every once in a while. Even though I think the songs I write are horrible, he loves them (I say he's just biased). There's even a couple he's tried to convince me to let him have but I don't want anyone hearing them so I refuse.

As I'm flipping through the pages, something flutters out and lands in my lap. Frowning, I pick it up, examining it. A smile spreads across my face when I realize it is one of the ultrasound pictures from my doctor's appointment. I had almost forgotten I had it. I trace my finger over the shape of the baby. I was surprised to see how much it actually resembled a baby already since I was expecting to see something more tadpole-like. I make a mental note to show this to Riker in the morning and stick it back in the book.

"What are you looking at?" A voice asks from the doorway.

I jump and turn around, smiling when I see it is Riker, "I thought you were going to bed?"

"I was but I couldn't sleep. And you didn't answer my question." He responds.

"C'mere and I'll show you."

He walks over and sits on the floor next to me as I take the picture back out and hand it to him.

He studies it for a minute before a smile spreads across his face, "Wow…"

I rest my head against his shoulder, "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I can't believe that's inside you."

I can't help but laugh, "Me either."

"Do you know what it is yet?"

"Not yet. We can find out in a couple more weeks."

He nods, "I bet it's a boy."

"I figured you'd say that." I laugh, "Rydel is positive it will be a girl."

"What about you?"

"I don't know. I don't really care so long as it's healthy."

"Me either." He smiles, "But I still bet it's going to be a boy."

I just smile and lean up and kiss him. He kisses back for a moment then pulls away.

"I love you." He says softly, then leans down and plants a kiss on my stomach, "And I love you, too, baby Lynch."

I raise an eyebrow, "Baby Lynch?"

He shrugs, "Well, I'd like to think it's going to get my last name and since it doesn't have a first name yet, I figured baby Lynch sounded better than 'it'."

"Yeah, that does sound better than 'it'." I say, "And he or she is definitely going to have your last name." I rest my hands on my stomach, "I don't want my baby having any ties to my parents whatsoever."

"So I take it you're not going to tell them?" He asks.

I shake my head, "No. They didn't give a damn about me, why would they care about their grandchild? They'd probably just tell me I was a screw up, if they even talked to me at all." I swallow hard, willing myself not to cry.

Riker puts his arms around me, pulling me close, "You're not a screw up and they don't deserve to be part of our baby's life or yours."

"I know but…part of me still holds onto that hope that one day they'll call me and…want to make up for everything and be a part of my life." I feel tears fall down my cheeks, "It's just so messed up. How can someone not want their own child? How can they resent them so much that they ignore them and pretend they don't exist?"

He brushes my tears away, "I don't know. But I do know you've always got me. And my parents, my brothers and Rydel, and even Ratliff, they all think of you as family. I know you really want your parents because you're related by blood but…sometimes blood doesn't make family, B."

"I know that but it doesn't make it hurt any less." I hide my face in his shoulder, "Just promise me you won't let me turn out like them."

"You will never be like them." He says firmly.

We sit in silence for a while, my head on his shoulder and his arms around me. I'm finally able to get the tears to stop as I think about what he said. He's told me the same thing several times before and each time it has no effect. Something is different this time, though. I've made it so far on my own; I was currently studying to become a music producer, I had a pretty good job as a secretary at a small recording office in my town, I had my own apartment and car and I had an amazing boyfriend. I think, just maybe, I am starting to realize that I don't need them. And it's a nice feeling.

"Are you working on a new song?" Riker asks suddenly, looking at my book lying next to me.

"Huh? Oh, no, I was just looking through it." I reply.

"Got anything new since the last time you let me see it?" He reaches over and picks up the book.

"Not really." I lie.

He doesn't buy it and flips through the book, stopping on the newest song I've been working on.

"This is really good." He says after reading it.

"No, it's not." I take the book back.

"Yes it is. You've got real talent, Maya. You just need to have a little more confidence in yourself."

I roll my eyes, "I have plenty of confidence. That's why I'm able to say my songs suck."

"They don't suck. If you'd let other people hear them then you would realize that." He pauses, "What if I pulled some strings so you could open for us in a couple days? Would you do it?"

I look at him, eyes wide, "No way in hell!"

"Oh c'mon, you're an amazing songwriter, guitar player and singer. You could make it big if you'd put yourself out there."

"No. I'm not like you, Riker. I can't get up on stage in front of a bunch of people. That's why I'm studying to produce music, not perform it." I say.

"I don't get it. I know you don't have stage fright, so what's the deal?" He sounds frustrated.

"The deal is, you're biased. I'm not as talented as you think I am." I fold my hands on top of my book, staring down at them.

"Yes you are. Trust me, I know talent when I see it." He lays a hand on my knee, "If you won't do it, then will you let us perform one of your songs?"

"No. Now will you please just drop this?" I plead.

He sighs, "Okay. But you mark my words, Brooklyn Amaya, I will instill confidence in you and get you to perform at least once."

I roll my eyes. I'm sure he thinks he can change my mind but he's wrong. There is no way I will ever perform one of those pitiful songs. Or any song for that matter. Thankfully, though, he drops it and doesn't say anything more. We sit around talking for a little while before Rydel comes home and kicks him out. I talk to her for a few minutes before she falls asleep, a little relieved when she doesn't seem to know anything about what happened at the party. I finally drift off a little while after her.

I'm not sure how long I've been asleep when I wake abruptly from a bad dream. My heart is pounding and my hair is drenched in sweat. I try to take a couple deep breaths to calm myself but it doesn't help. The dream replays in my head, and I relive every detail of the party again. Only, this time it is much worse because when I escaped it was like I was running down a long, dark tunnel. I was trying to get to Riker, and I kept calling his name but I wasn't getting anywhere and the creep was gaining on me. I woke just as he grabbed me.

I try to lie back down but every time I close my eyes I see that creepy smile. I finally get up and tiptoe down the hall. I slowly push his door open and slip inside, making my way over to his bed.

"Riker." I whisper, lightly poking his shoulder. He doesn't stir so I poke him a little harder, "Babe."

He half opens his eyes, "Maya? What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see his face…" I wrap my arms around myself.

He scoots over and holds up the blankets, "C'mere."

I crawl in next to him, snuggling close as he pulls the blankets around us. He puts an arm around me and kisses my forehead.

"Still shaken up, then?" He asks softly.

I nod, "I thought I was okay but…I guess not."

He doesn't say anything, just rubs slow circles on my back. After a while I am able to fall into a restless sleep. The next morning he and the rest of R5 are off to an interview at some radio station. Afterwards, they are busy getting ready for their show tomorrow. I decide to use that time catch up on some of my schoolwork. After I have finished a couple assignments and emailed them to my professors, I put my laptop back and am just picking up my English book when I see my songbook and am reminded of something I wanted to do. I grab the ultrasound picture and make my way down to the living room where I find Stormie and Mark.

"Hi, dear." Stormie smiles when she sees me.

"Hi. Um, I have something to show you…" I say, holding out the picture.

She takes it, looking at it carefully, "Oh my…"

Mark leans over to see as well, "Makes it seem more real, doesn't it?"

I nod, "Definitely."

"Did you get to hear the heartbeat?" Stormie asks.

"Yeah. It was…so amazing." I reply.

"How far along are you, exactly?" Mark asks.

"Thirteen weeks, almost fourteen now." I answer.

He nods, "I thought it looked a little too…developed to be very early."

"Has Riker seen that yet?" Stormie says, handing the picture back.

"Yeah, last night." I stick it back in my pocket, "You should have seen his face. He was so amazed."

She smiles, "I bet he was."

I start to say something but am interrupted by the boys and Rydel coming into the room.

"What's going on here?" Riker asks, looking between his parents and me.

"I was just showing your parents the ultrasound." I answer.

"Ultrasound? I wanna see!" Rydel squeals.

I take the picture out and hand it to her.

She grins, "She's so tiny!"

"She? You mean he!" Riker says.

"No way. It's going to be a girl." Rydel argues.

Riker shakes his head, "Think that if you want but I know it's going to be a boy."

Ross comes over and takes the picture from Rydel, examining it, "How can you even tell?"

"You can't. Not for a couple more weeks anyway." I explain.

Rocky is next to take the picture, "I don't think it's either. I think it's an alien."

I glare and Riker punches his arm.

He yelps, "Ow! What was that for?"

I cross my arms over my chest, "It does not look like an alien."

Ratliff takes the picture from Rocky's hand, "It's a girl."

"You're just saying that to agree with Rydel." Riker rolls his eyes.

"No I'm not. I really think it's a girl." Ratliff says.

Ryland looks over Ratliff's shoulder, "I'm with Riker, I think it's a boy."

Riker high fives him while Ratliff and Rydel roll their eyes.

"Well, we have two for boy, two for girl, and 1 for alien." I glare at Rocky as I say the last part, "Anybody else wanna make a guess?"

"I think you're going to have one of each." Ross says.

Riker's eyes go wide, "What makes you say that?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. Just a feeling."

I take the ultrasound back from Ratliff, "I'm pretty sure there's only one baby in this picture."

"I don't know, I've heard the stories about where one baby hides behind the other and you can't see it." Ratliff says.

"Thank you for that new fear." I respond.

"I really doubt you're having twins. You'd be showing more by now if that were case so I'm sure there's only one little girl in there." Stormie winks at the last part.

"I hope so. I don't know if I could handle two babies." I rest my hand on my stomach.

"You'll already have two if you count Riker." Rocky laughs.

"Very funny." Riker rolls his eyes then turns to his dad, "What do you think it's going to be?"

Mark shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe a boy?"

"Make that three for boy!" Riker grins.

"There's also three for girl." Rydel reminds him.

"Technically it's four for both since Ross thinks we're having one of each." I add.

Riker turns to Rocky, "Well, Maya won't decide what she thinks it will be so it looks like you're our tiebreaker, alien-boy."

"I'm sticking with alien." Rocky says.

"Boy or girl alien, then." Riker rolls his eyes.

"Hmm…I think I'm going to go with Ross on this one. One of each." He replies.

Ross high fives him as I roll my eyes.

"I guess we'll just have to see in a couple week." I say.

A little while later, they all go back downstairs and go back to getting ready for their show tomorrow. I follow this time and watch. After a few more hours they call it a night and go back upstairs for dinner. After, Riker and I slip off outside for a little while for some us time. It's late when we decide to go to bed. I end up sleeping in his bed again, still unable to sleep without having that next day, I watch as they all run around getting themselves ready and loading up equipment and instruments. I try to stay out of their way and end up on the couch with a book. I am just getting to the good part when there is loud crash from outside. I drop my book, going to see what happened.

"Nice one!" I hear Rocky say.

"Hey, it's not my fault Ross fell into me!" Riker groans.

I look out the door to see Riker lying on the ground with Ross next to him. I notice Riker is holding his wrist and grimacing.

"What happened?" I ask from the door.

"Ross tripped and knocked me down the steps." Riker answers.

I kneel next to him, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, my wrist just hurts a little where I tried to catch myself." He answers.

"Let me see."

"I'm fine Maya, don't worry about it." He stands, still holding his wrist.

I stand too, "Riker, it could be broken."

"It's not broken. Just sore."

I cross my arms, "Then try to move it."

"Maya…" He groans.

"If you can move it then I'll leave it alone."

He sighs, and stretches his arm out. He tries to rotate his wrist but yelps in pain.

"See, you're hurt." I say.

"I can't be hurt. I have to play tonight." He looks at me, eyes full of worry.

"Don't flip out yet. Let's go talk to your mom, see what she thinks."

He nods, "Okay."

I follow him inside.

"Mom?" He calls.

"In the kitchen!" She answers.

"Can you look at my wrist?" He walks into the kitchen.

"Why? What's wrong with it?" She asks.

"Ross fell into me and knocked me down the steps and I think I hurt it when I caught myself." He answers.

She frowns and gently takes his wrist in her hand, examining it, "Well, I'm pretty sure it's not broke but there's a good chance it's sprained."

"Will I be able to play tonight?" He gives her the same worried look he gave me outside.

"You probably shouldn't. You need to wrap it then rest and ice it." She answers.

"But we need a bass player." He says.

"I don't think there's any way you can play tonight with it like that. You can't even move it. Now stay put while I go find an ace bandage." She explains before walking off.

He groans, "This is just great."

Ross walks in then, "Hey, you okay?"

Riker glares at him, "As soon as I can use this wrist again you're going to get it."

"Oh c'mon. It was an accident. You can't be mad if I didn't mean to do it." Ross says.

"Yes I can but we've got bigger problems than that. We need to find someone to fill in and play bass tonight." Riker responds.

"I can do it." Ross shrugs.

"Then we'd have to find someone to play rhythm for you." Riker says, "Okay, I'm going to go wrap my wrist. You go tell Rydel and the guys that we're having a band meeting now."

Ross nods and disappears out the door. Stormie reappears then with an ace bandage.

"Maya, can you get an ice pack out of the freezer and a towel, please?" She asks while wrapping Riker's wrist.

I nod and go retrieve the ice pack and wrap it in a towel. I give it to Riker who presses it against his wrist.

"Thanks, mom." He says before walking out of the kitchen.

I follow him into the living room where the rest of his band has gathered. He sits down on the couch and I sit next to him.

"So, anybody know any bass players?" He asks.

"Maybe we could just leave the bass out tonight?" Rydel suggests.

"No, there's no way we're doing that." He shakes his head.

"What if we just use a computer for it?" Rocky asks.

"Yeah, that could work." Ratliff agrees.

"We'll save that as a last resort." Riker replies.

"I don't think we really have any other options than those unless we miraculously come across someone who can play bass and knows our songs." Ross says.

They're all quiet for a moment before Riker's face lights up with an idea.

"Hey, I think I know somebody who could fill in." He says.

They all look at him expectantly.

"Who is it?" Ross asks.

"Maya." Riker answers,

My eyes widen, "Excuse you?"

"Yeah." He looks at me, "C'mon Maya, you've heard all our songs enough times that you know the chords and you can play."

"I-I can't play bass." I stutter.

"You can't lie to me about that when I'm the one who taught you." He rolls his eyes then looks around the room, "What do you guys think?"

"Sure." Rocky shrugs.

"Fine with me." Ratliff agrees.

"Me too." Ross says.

Then Rydel, "Same here."

Riker looks at me, "Maya?"

"No…I-I can't…" I shake my head.

He takes my hand, "C'mon B, please? You won't have to sing or anything. Just stand up there and play. I really need you to do this. For me?"

I stare down at my lap. I know I'm nowhere near as good as him. I just started learning a few months ago. There's no way I can do this. But he needs me…. I sigh and look up at him.

"Okay." I cave, "But this is the only time."

He grins and kisses me, "Thank you."

I force a small smile. What did I just agree to?

Looks like some of the things that have happened are finally starting to get to Maya. Can she handle it? And then you have poor Riker. Will Maya be able to stand in for him or will she back out? Stay tuned to find out! Also, start voting on gender and suggesting names! Thanks for reading!