*One month later*

"Two months to go until Ryder's in the world.." Michael sings.

He's so excited. And we've remade the bedroom now, it's looking better than before.

The walls are painted purple, our lucky colour, the bed is brand new, we have different furniture, and a new set of clothes. Yes, it was rather expensive, but at least we have our room back.

I'm sitting with Michael on the sofa, we normally sit here in the afternoons.

Michael's playing with my hair, and I'm letting him. His touch feels so good against my hair, and occasionally he stops what he's doing to kiss the back of my neck. It feels so good.

"Do you want me to braid your hair, baby?" Michael asks.

I turn around to face him, and smile before giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. "That would be lovely, thank you sweetie."

He starts to braid immediately, splitting my hair into three sections and starting to cross them over.

Spring has just started, so the sun has been coming out more, and a few little flowers and butterflies have come out.

The bees and wasps aren't around yet. Good. I hate them. I'm scared of being stung.

"I've finished braiding, come with me," Michael takes my hand and drags me outside.

It's bright and sunny outside, and Michael brings me out to the hills. I've only ever been here once, and it wasn't even when we were together. It was for a school trip when we were younger, for geography or something. I think I was 18 or 19. About 5 years before we even got together.

But I didn't even know Michael then, he hadn't come to my school yet. He came when I was 21 or 22. But the point is, I've never been here out of class.

But it's beautiful in spring time, the grass is such a gorgeous green, and there are little daisies growing, and butterflies circulating around all the time. I love it.

Michael sets me down at the top of the hill, and sits opposite me, looking into my eyes.

His eyes sparkle when the sunlight hits them.

His eyes are beautiful. Perfect.

He puts his hand in mine and kisses my lips gently.

"I braided your hair for you. C'mon, let's make a daisy chain," he giggles playfully and starts gathering daises.

He slits a hole into the stem of the first daisy, then slots a second stem through it. He carries on doing this, and I sit and watch him closely.

It's not that I don't know how to make them, it's more 'I can't be bothered to.'

He finally finishes it and ties the ends together to make it a giant daisy ring thing. I'm sitting on the hill still, and Michael comes up behind me, sitting with his legs either side of me.

"And now, I crown my beautiful queen," he says softly, placing the daisy ring on my head, like a crown.

He kisses my forehead, and hugs me from behind. His hands touch my stomach, and he strokes it gently.

"Just 2 very short months," he says dreamily.

"They'll go like lightning. I bet," I reply.

Michael leans his head on my shoulder, still hugging me from behind.

"Hmm.. can we roll down the hill?" he asks childishly.

I chuckle. "You wanna roll down the hill?"

"For sure! It'll be fun," he replies.

"But my daisy crown'll break," I say.

"Aww, c'mon, I made it strong! It won't break. Are you scared, baby?"

"No.. I just, what about my bump? Won't it hurt the poor thing?"I ask.

I'm not scared at all. I'm genuinely worried about Ryder.

"Nah, he'll be fine. He's a little fighter. He'll be ok," Michael smiles.

"Well, ok," I say.

He unlatches himself from me and sits on the hill, on his side.

"Wait--" he starts, before taking my hand. "We can roll down together."

I sit on my side, too, and we both lie down on the grass.

"3, 2, 1.. GO!" Michael squeals, and we both roll down together.

It's a lotta fun, actually. I get down first, and I stay where I am. Michael isn't too long after. We've both lost sense of orientation.

I presume Michael recovers first, as he comes and lies down by me. I can barely see from the glare of the sun in my eyes. I shield my eyes and turn to the side.

"There's my King," I say, coming into Michael's embrace, still lying down.

"And my Queen is right here, too. Along with my Prince. See, I told you that your crown and our child would be fine!" Michael says with a soft giggle.

I roll my eyes playfully and Michael gets up.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

Michael snickers. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm still here."

He stretches his arms and legs, then joins me on the grass again. It's a surprise no one else is here, really.

Michael lies down by me, but he lies the opposite way, our heads meeting in the middle. Sorta "The-Fault-In-Our-Stars-ish."

Y'know what I mean. That kinda thing.

Michael nuzzles my nose gently.

"I'm glad we have no more problems now," he says.

"Apart from Janine," I sigh. Michael nods.

"But justice will be done. She'll get what she deserves. I know it," he replies. I nod.

"She better. Tati should have it covered. I can't believe we haven't heard anything about the interview for over a month," I growl.

Michael chuckles and caresses my cheek.

"I love it when you get angry. It's so sexy," he growls seductively.

Hmm.. if you think I'm sexy, look in the mirror!

"Uh.. thanks."

I never know how to react when he tells me that. It's just.. ugh.

"We still have a whole afternoon of freedom. And every day for the rest of our lives. Well, until Ryder comes. Then, we'll have a little less freedom. But it'll be worth it," Michael explains.

I don't answer him. I'm gonna admit, I'm scared of all this..

"Becky?"

I snap out of my trance and look Michael's way.

"What?"

"I said, it'll be worth it, won't it?" Michael repeats what he said with a laugh. I nod nervously.

"Yeah.." my voice trails off a little.

I look away from Michael. He picks up on my nerves.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks.

I sigh and look his way again.

"I just.. I'm scared," I admit outright.

Michael lifts my head, making me look at him. "Why are you scared, baby?"

"Because.. I.. it's gonna take a lotta work, isn't it? The giving birth to Ryder. It'll hurt, won't it? I've heard all about these births, they sound like they hurt more than anything you ever felt. I'm scared. I know it's a stupid thing, but I'm scared.."

"You don't have to be scared, baby. They have, like, medication stuff at the hospital you can take to make the pain go away, and you'll have me by your side to help you. It'll all be ok, and, it won't last long. At the most, it'll last a few hours. You'll be ok, I'll make sure of it," Michael vows.

I look into his eyes once more, unsure on how to react.

"But until all that happens, I can't help but worry. It's the first time I'll have ever done this, Michael--"

"And for me, too. It's my first time being a parent, too."

"Exactly. Are you not even a little scared?"

"Of course I am! It's gonna be so weird being a father.. but I'll love it more than anything. Just like I will love being married to you. It's an adventure. It's a great adventure. It's a new experience. This is gonna be something we've never done before. It's gonna be scary, no doubt about it. But it'll be worth it. You'll see. He's gonna grow up to be a handsome young man, then you'll see how worth it everything was. The giving birth, the pain. You'll see our son, as a young man, our age, and you're gonna be so proud to call him Ryder Lethaniel Jackson. You'll see. You'll see."

I'm lying here listening to Michael's words.

I never noticed how sexy he is when he's speaking.

Like, not just small talk or normal conversation. I mean, proper motivational speaking. His voice becomes serious, and it's sorta deeper.

I love the deep voice. It makes him seem manly and masculine.

I'm not saying he isn't manly anyway, but.. you know what I mean.

His voice changes when he's serious.

"Now you take what I just said, and you keep that in your mind, especially from when you go into labour, until Ryder's in your arms, ok?"

I nod my head slowly. "Yes Michael."

"Good. Are you ready to go home, now?" he asks.

I nod again. "Yes. I'm ready to go home."

Michael takes my hand and we both stand up. We walk back up the hill, but I stop halfway through. I'm tired already!

"Give me a second, Mikeybear," I chuckle.

I haven't called him that in a while. Might as well call it him just this once. Michael turns around to face me.

"Aww, is my beautiful, pregnant fiancée getting tired already?" he coos in a baby voice.

"Watch it Jackson," I scold with a chuckle.

"Aww, I just love you saying my surname. Soon, you'll be able to sign your name with that surname."

He lifts me up, sweeping me off my feet, before carrying me the rest of the way home. He's so romantic.

We get back home, and sit down on the sofa.

"I'm so tired," I complain.

It's like, only 5:30pm!

Michael grins. "Then let's go to bed. I could do with some sleep, too."

He carries me upstairs, and I wrap my arms around him. He takes me upstairs, and we get to the bedroom.

We change clothes, and get into bed. Michael kisses my lips gently and turns off the light.

I feel him spoon hug me, nuzzling the back of my neck with his nose.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, Mikeybear."