"Hey, you ok?" Ryan asks me.
"Fine," I reply, throwing a smile his way before returning my gaze to the hospital floor. Who knew tiles could be so interesting?
When Ryan and Matt came home from winning their game, Ryan apologized to me for the way he acted. He literally poured his heart out to me, telling me how much the baby and I meant to him and that he wanted to make sure we were both safe. He told me that he didn't want anything happening to either of us.
All throughout our conversation, I bit back the tears. I was an emotional wreck all day yesterday after the incident in the kitchen with that guy. I almost went out of my mind trying to decide whether or not I should tell Ryan about what happened.
Part of me wanted to tell him because that part of me longed to have Ryan protect me and our baby. That part of me, however, was over ruled by the nagging voice in the back of my head, telling me not to breath a word of what happened. I began wondering if I did tell Ryan, how would the guy know? But, how did he know where I lived, what my name was, who Ryan was and how did he know I was in the house on my own yesterday?
I don't want anything to happen to my baby so after much internal conflict, I decide against telling Ryan. It was killing me, not telling him, but I knew I had to do it, to protect our baby. One thing I haven't worked out is how I'm going to keep that guy from taking my baby.
I run my hand protectively over my stomach. I can't let him take her; I wont. I can feel Ryan's gaze on me. I know that he knows something is up, but I don't know what I can say to him.
"Ruby Walsh," Nurse Gemma calls, dragging me back to the present. She smiles warmly at me as I make my way towards her. I can feel Ryan's hand on the small of my back. I silently thank him for standing by me. I don't know what I'd do without him.
"Hi, Ruby," Doctor Smith greets the minute we step into the room. "How are you?"
"I'm good," I say with a soft smile.
"And just who is this fine fella?" she asks, glancing at Ryan who tenses beside me.
"This is Ryan, my eh..." What do I call him? My baby's daddy? I can't call him my boyfriend, because he isn't.
"You must be the baby's daddy?" Nurse Gemma asks him as she closes the door behind us. She must have sensed my discomfot. Thankfully no one commented on it. What bothers me though is that Ryan didn't react to it at all. Was that guy right? Does he not want me and my baby? Was everything he said to me last night after the game a lie?
"Yes, I am," Ryan replies.
"Aww, don't you two look so cute together."
"So," Dr. Smith says before either of us can reply. "Let's get started."
I settle myself on the chair beside the small screen for the ultrasound. I lift my top up slightly to expose my bump. Dr. Smith squirts some gel onto my stomach before grabbing the transducer.
I wince slightly when she presses against where he had grabbed my stomach. I don't know how, but thankfully, I didn't receive any bruises from his touch. In saying that, it is still pretty painful. I just hope that our baby girl is okay.
"You okay?" Ryan asks. He's seated beside me holding my hand.
"Yeah, it's just cold."
"Okay," he says, however I know he's not convinced.
Dr. Smith taps a few keys before speaking. "There she is. There's your baby girl; all happy and healthy"
Ryan's eyes immediately flick to the screen. Tears well up in his eyes at the sight of her. Dr. Smith taps a few more keys and we hear the beautiful sound of our baby's heartbeat filling the room.
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My Brother's Best FriendRomance
Ryan and Ruby's brother, Matt, have been best friends for years. Ryan always wanted to go to the army and 6 months ago that finally happened for him. Ryan and Ruby have always been close and two days before Ryan left, they slept together. Little doe...