RyderPOV-

''I love you,'' Blair smiles, playing with Grace.

''Love you,'' Grace grins back, and Blair moves some more hair from her face.

''Well,'' I look at the bed, ''it's done.''

Kurt and Blaine asked me to come over for the day, to help put Grace's bed together. She'd begun climbing out of her crib, and Mrs. Hummel suggested that it was time for her to be moved to a toddler bed.

''Look what Ryder did,'' Blair beams at Grace, ''say 'thank you', Gracie.''

Instead of that, she toddles over and presses a kiss to my cheek ,''Thanks!''

''You're welcome,'' I press a kiss to her forehead.

''They got the bars, so she won't fall out,'' Blair looks at it ,''And the crib is already at our apartment, in the closet.''

''Perfect,'' I pick Grace up, following Blair to the kitchen.

''The bed is all set up,'' Blair tells Blaine.

''Thank you two, so much. I just needed a nap,'' he sighs.

''You're exhausted, dad. School starts for you in two weeks, and you have twenty kids in glee to work with. Besides, we love seeing her,'' Blair reminds him, ''Where's Kurt?''

''He is working longer hours, to make sure that he can get his fall and winter lines out on time.''

''We'd be happy to take Grace on Friday, so you can have a date night,'' I tell him, sitting in a chair and holding Grace in my lap while she examines the fabric of her dress.

''I'll ask Kurt,'' Blaine smiles, ''Thank you.''

''It's the least we could do. You've both helped us out so much,'' Blair insists, smiling fondly at Grace ,''But we have to get going. Tell Kurt we said hi.''

We say our goodbyes and head home.

To be honest, I'm still pretty terrified. I love Blair and Grace more than anything, but we are only eighteen and nineteen year olds. We just moved in together, and we're barely making it work, no matter how much my parents are helping.

And to add a baby to that…

''You okay,'' Blair asks, pulling her shirt off reaching for her pajamas.

''Just thinking,'' I shrug, but of course she sees right through me.

''You wanna try the truth now,'' she questions, sitting on the edge of our bed ,''Is it about the baby?''

''Are you sure you're ready for this,'' I sigh ,''Are we ready?''

''I don't know. But… I don't want to give him or her up for adoption, Ryder,'' she admits ,''I need to be able to see my baby. And if you don't want to do this with me, please let me know now.''

It's now or never.

''I'm in,'' I move closer to her ,''I… whatever it takes, I'll do it for our baby. We'll be fine.''

''That's my man,'' she smiles, then kisses me.

''I'm nervous ,'' I admit, and she looks up at me.

''Why? We've been through this before.''

''I know. But now the baby is our responsibility, Blair. And I'm scared of messing this up. I… what if I'm a bad dad? And I've read that dyslexia can be inherited, and what if our kids gets bullied as bad as I was, and-''

''Ryder Lynn, stop it,'' Blair stands up, turning to me and taking my face in her hands ,''I have so many issues with that. First of all, you are going to be an amazing dad. Dyslexia won't change how much we love our kid. It's not a bad thing. Besides, you are the most hardworking and smartest person I know because you didn't let those bullies get to you. We'll help our kid, I promise. I've seen you with Grace. I love you, and I know we can do this.''

There she goes again: saving from my own insecurities before I have the chance to drown in them.

''I have absolutely no idea what I would do without you. I love you, Blair Anderson.''

''I love you, too. I'm not going anywhere, Ryder Lynn,'' she presses her lips to mine ,''Whatever it takes, we will get through this. Especially raising our baby. We have the old crib, and Ryan's old clothes if it's a boy. Gracie's clothes if it is a girl. We'll be fine.''

For the first time in a long time, I believe it.

RoryPOV-

''You do realize we have to tell my parents. And yours,'' Sugar reminds me, moving closer to me.

''I know but,'' I groan ,''Your parents hardly agreed with us getting married. Now that we're having a baby, less than three months after getting married, what are they going to say?''

''Why do you even care,'' she questions ,''They're helping us, but we are adults. Married, adults, Rory. And we're being responsible.''

''I just don't want another fight. That kind of stress is not good for you, or the baby,'' I remind her.

''Right now, you are the one stressing me out,'' She stands up, and faces me ,''We said we wanted kids, Rory. It's just a few years early.''

''I want this kid, Sugar. That is not what this is about at all,'' I try to reason with her ,''It's just… we really need to sit down and think about how we're going to do.''

''I know. We have the crib my parents saved, and we'll have to buy new clothes and bottles and stuff… but we can do this.''

I hope so.

''Do you not want to do this?''

''Yes, Sugar. I do.''

''Then why are we even fighting,'' she quietly asks, and the truth is I have no clue why this is turning into an argument.

''Okay: You're scared, and I'm scared. But we both agree that we want to keep our baby. So… now we really have to think about this. It's going to be hard, Sugar. Are you sure that we can handle this kind of responsibility?''

''I'm sure I can. The question, Rory Hummel, is can you.''

With that, she storms off, locking herself in our bathroom.

I love her. I do. But this is so much harder than I thought it would be. I love our baby, I really do. But… what if we're not ready? I know she'd never even consider… the alternative. She's been dreaming of having a baby for too long, and I'd never ask her.

But I can't act like we don't need to talk about it.

She walks into our bedroom an hour later, sitting next to me on the edge of our bed.

''I over reacted,'' she sighs.

''Yes. You did. But so did I,'' I admit ,''We are gonna have to have an honest conversation, Sugar.''

''I know. But can we please do it tomorrow when we can think clearly,'' she begs.

''That would be better. I'm tired, too.''

With that, the conversation is forgotten until tomorrow. Tonight, we'll get some rest so that we can openly discuss this tomorrow.

Because it seems like we have all of the time in the world, but we really only have nine months to figure everything out for our baby.

And they'll be over sooner than we think.

KPOV-

''I don't know,'' I tell Adam, walking into the coffee shop with him.

''Look, they are your kids, so I don't really have a say in it,'' he sighs ,''That's really for you and Blaine to help them work through. But if they decide that they're too young for the baby, then maybe you two could adopt.''

''Yeah,'' I ask, standing next to him in line.

''If neither one of you have heard from the agency, sure. And you do have the extra rooms, since Rory and Blair have moved out. And babies can share a nursery, in case you do hear from the agency. What ages were you looking at for adoption?''

''We decided it didn't matter. We just want to give them a home,'' I smile.

''And that, Kurt Hummel,'' Adam grins ,''Is what I love about you. Your kindness, your compassion…. I tell you, Blaine is a lucky guy. He'd better realize that.''

''Thank you, Adam Crawford,'' I laugh, ''I have to admit that I admire your positivity. It's infectious.''

Just like Blaine's.

Blaine, who I can't wait to spend time with on Friday. He'd text me, told me he'd made reservations and everything. With everything going on this week, it's been hard to make time for just each other. Actually, it's been a busy year for both of us.

However, we made a commitment to each other. We have to make time for each other, even if we do put our kids first and foremost.

We also promised that we'd put each other before ourselves.

It's nice having Adam to talk to when I can't talk to Blaine. I admit that. He's a good listener, and having someone who doesn't know me as well as Blaine does. He often calms me down when I'm worried I am not giving my marriage enough attention. As great as Adam is, he's not Blaine.

Blaine is my soul mate, the love of my life, and my husband. I don't want anyone else, and we both know that. He trusts me as much as I trust him, but he's so insecure. His dad and so-called ''friends'' are to blame for that. He's been through so much in his life. But Blaine is selfless, always putting others before himself. Even though he's obviously still hurting from Mr. Anderson's vicious, hateful verbal attack, Blaine is putting our kids ahead of himself yet again. He's offered to do anything and everything for the babies. But that does not really surprise me. That is the type of man that I married: compassionate, and loving.

I just wish Blaine loved himself as much as he loves others. That he would see the good in himself as much as he sees the good in other people. That Blaine Anderson-Hummel would see what an amazing, talented, wonderful man he is, and that his dad and the doubters are wrong.

But I'll make him see all of that, and I will spend the rest of my life doing so.

That is what you do when you marry someone. You have to love them, and sometimes make them love themselves. It may not be easy, but I am not worried.

Blaine and I? We have a strong relationship. We have been through so much, and we will get through more. Together.

Because Blaine and I? Everything's gonna be ours.

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