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Happy Days
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Amanda's P.O.V.
I woke up to an unusual heat source lying next to me. I didn't question it, just snuggled up closer and basked in the warmth that wasn't usually there. That was until the heat source moved, wrapping it's legs around mine in a tangled mess. I opened my eyes and saw Ryan's peaceful, sleeping face staring back at me. I smiled. Waking up next to Ryan was what I wanted to do every morning. And I could. I recalled the previous days events in my head as I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.
I was engaged.
Engaged to the most wonderful man on the planet, in my opinion, of course. A deep sigh escaped my lips, thinking of everything that was finally right with the world. My life was perfect at last.
I peered down at my left hand. There, gleaming on my ring finger, was a white gold band. It had three diamonds; two small ones encrusted either side of a larger one that was slightly popping out of the ring. It was my ideal engagement ring and I found it quite strange how Ryan had known that too. But I didn't ask, I liked the fact he knew me so well.
"Like it?" I turned to see Ryan's smirking face just as he placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"I love it." I told him. He then crashed his lips on top of mine, but, before we could even get further than that, there was a knock a the door. "Come in." I called, pushing Ryan off of me.
Mel came wondering into the room, her hands covering her eyes.
"Are you two decent?" She asked, I laughed. But, she was right, we weren't 'decent' as such.
"No." Ryan told her a little too honestly, sliding his legs over the side of the bed and pulling his boxers on. I watched Mel as she gave a shudder at the thought. I smiled even wider. It was nice to see the three of us as a family, just being ourselves and getting along.
"Well, would you hurry it up? In case you forgot, we have filming to do." She then turned on her heel and walked out the door, before turning back and ordering us to, "Shower first." Then slammed the door shut behind her.
When the three of us arrived at the studio all eyes were on us. Ryan managed to ignore everyone, Mel was soaking up all the attention and I must have been blushing like mad. I guess everyone knew the news about what had happened. It had been on the front cover of every magazine I had seen in every stand I had seen on the drive to the studio.
I made my way into the costume department with Mel, and the woman working there, Joanne, handed over my dress. It was plain black and silk that reached down to the floor. I had been wearing it from day one of shooting. I eyed it up at first, as if it was the first time I had seen it, but then went into the changing room to put it on.
I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt and went to slide the dress on, but my reflection in the mirror caught my eye.
"Janine, go get Ryan for me, please." I asked, not removing my eyes from the mirror.
"Okay." She scurried out the room and I felt physically sick. It was weird. Not the sickness, or my reflection, but the newly formed baby bump that was bulging from my abdomen.
A few minutes passed and I heard the door to the costume department slam shut and get locked. Ryan pulled open the curtain to where I was and stopped in his tracks as he saw me.
"Wow, looking hot, Mandy." He teased, wrapping his arms around from behind. I then realized what he meant; I was in my underwear. So I pushed his arms away from me, trying not to fall for anything he had to offer at that very moment.
"Ryan, this is serious." I growled, pointing down to my baby bump. I watched Ryan's face as his eyes panned down my body to my stomach and a smirk grew on his lips. His eyes then reconnected with mine and I saw it wasn't a smirk. It was a smile. A genuine smile.
I couldn't resist throwing my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. He was the reason I was in the same mess I had been in eleven years previously. But, at least this time I had him there with me until the very end.
The dress only just fitted me. I was definitely going to have to ask Joanne to expand the waist band on the rest of the dresses I had to wear. That way the baby bump wouldn't show through them and the plot line would not have been ruined by me drawing attention to myself. Lucky for me, it didn't show too much through the black dress I was wearing for that day.
I found it weird that I was only two months gone but a little bump was already starting to form. I hadn't started showing till I was almost five months with Mel. But I guessed every pregnancy is different.
Ryan's P.O.V.
"So, when the baby arrives, can I name it?" Mel asked me.
"Um, ask your mother about that." I answered, unsure of how to tell her no. I know she was my daughter, but I was still getting used to the whole idea of children. I wasn't sure how they worked or how I was supposed to raise them.
"Oh, come on! I could think of amazing names for the baby!" She whined.
"Like what?" I challenged, wanting to actually know what she had going on inside her head.
"Well, if it's a girl I'd name it something pretty." I nodded, agreeing with her. "If it's a boy...Disown it." She then skipped off set and over to Jon, leaving me thinking about the baby. Amanda had just started showing. I wasn't an expert on babies or Amanda or even pregnant women in general, but I was pretty sure they shouldn't start showing that early.
I saw Amanda sitting by herself, reading her script. I started to make my way over to her, wondering if she was thinking about the baby like I was. There was a lot playing on my mind regarding the little boy or girl. But she had been through it all before, was she used to it?
"So, thought of any baby names?" I asked, sitting in an empty chair beside her. She gave a weak smile, turning and looking at me like I'd grown another head.
"Ryan, we have another seven months to think of names." She said, giggling to herself as if it was some joke she had between her, herself and she.
"So?" I remarked, "You're supposed to be the organized one, doing things like this as soon as you find out. Plus, you'd better think of some names before Mel does." I joked. Amanda's eyes followed over to where I watching our daughter attacking some burger and fries with a fork.
"Good idea."
I woke up to an unusual heat source lying next to me. I didn't question it, just snuggled up closer and basked in the warmth that wasn't usually there. That was until the heat source moved, wrapping it's legs around mine in a tangled mess. I opened my eyes and saw Ryan's peaceful, sleeping face staring back at me. I smiled. Waking up next to Ryan was what I wanted to do every morning. And I could. I recalled the previous days events in my head as I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.
I was engaged.
Engaged to the most wonderful man on the planet, in my opinion, of course. A deep sigh escaped my lips, thinking of everything that was finally right with the world. My life was perfect at last.
I peered down at my left hand. There, gleaming on my ring finger, was a white gold band. It had three diamonds; two small ones encrusted either side of a larger one that was slightly popping out of the ring. It was my ideal engagement ring and I found it quite strange how Ryan had known that too. But I didn't ask, I liked the fact he knew me so well.
"Like it?" I turned to see Ryan's smirking face just as he placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"I love it." I told him. He then crashed his lips on top of mine, but, before we could even get further than that, there was a knock a the door. "Come in." I called, pushing Ryan off of me.
Mel came wondering into the room, her hands covering her eyes.
"Are you two decent?" She asked, I laughed. But, she was right, we weren't 'decent' as such.
"No." Ryan told her a little too honestly, sliding his legs over the side of the bed and pulling his boxers on. I watched Mel as she gave a shudder at the thought. I smiled even wider. It was nice to see the three of us as a family, just being ourselves and getting along.
"Well, would you hurry it up? In case you forgot, we have filming to do." She then turned on her heel and walked out the door, before turning back and ordering us to, "Shower first." Then slammed the door shut behind her.
When the three of us arrived at the studio all eyes were on us. Ryan managed to ignore everyone, Mel was soaking up all the attention and I must have been blushing like mad. I guess everyone knew the news about what had happened. It had been on the front cover of every magazine I had seen in every stand I had seen on the drive to the studio.
I made my way into the costume department with Mel, and the woman working there, Joanne, handed over my dress. It was plain black and silk that reached down to the floor. I had been wearing it from day one of shooting. I eyed it up at first, as if it was the first time I had seen it, but then went into the changing room to put it on.
I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt and went to slide the dress on, but my reflection in the mirror caught my eye.
"Janine, go get Ryan for me, please." I asked, not removing my eyes from the mirror.
"Okay." She scurried out the room and I felt physically sick. It was weird. Not the sickness, or my reflection, but the newly formed baby bump that was bulging from my abdomen.
A few minutes passed and I heard the door to the costume department slam shut and get locked. Ryan pulled open the curtain to where I was and stopped in his tracks as he saw me.
"Wow, looking hot, Mandy." He teased, wrapping his arms around from behind. I then realized what he meant; I was in my underwear. So I pushed his arms away from me, trying not to fall for anything he had to offer at that very moment.
"Ryan, this is serious." I growled, pointing down to my baby bump. I watched Ryan's face as his eyes panned down my body to my stomach and a smirk grew on his lips. His eyes then reconnected with mine and I saw it wasn't a smirk. It was a smile. A genuine smile.
I couldn't resist throwing my arms around his neck and holding him close to me. He was the reason I was in the same mess I had been in eleven years previously. But, at least this time I had him there with me until the very end.
The dress only just fitted me. I was definitely going to have to ask Joanne to expand the waist band on the rest of the dresses I had to wear. That way the baby bump wouldn't show through them and the plot line would not have been ruined by me drawing attention to myself. Lucky for me, it didn't show too much through the black dress I was wearing for that day.
I found it weird that I was only two months gone but a little bump was already starting to form. I hadn't started showing till I was almost five months with Mel. But I guessed every pregnancy is different.
Ryan's P.O.V.
"So, when the baby arrives, can I name it?" Mel asked me.
"Um, ask your mother about that." I answered, unsure of how to tell her no. I know she was my daughter, but I was still getting used to the whole idea of children. I wasn't sure how they worked or how I was supposed to raise them.
"Oh, come on! I could think of amazing names for the baby!" She whined.
"Like what?" I challenged, wanting to actually know what she had going on inside her head.
"Well, if it's a girl I'd name it something pretty." I nodded, agreeing with her. "If it's a boy...Disown it." She then skipped off set and over to Jon, leaving me thinking about the baby. Amanda had just started showing. I wasn't an expert on babies or Amanda or even pregnant women in general, but I was pretty sure they shouldn't start showing that early.
I saw Amanda sitting by herself, reading her script. I started to make my way over to her, wondering if she was thinking about the baby like I was. There was a lot playing on my mind regarding the little boy or girl. But she had been through it all before, was she used to it?
"So, thought of any baby names?" I asked, sitting in an empty chair beside her. She gave a weak smile, turning and looking at me like I'd grown another head.
"Ryan, we have another seven months to think of names." She said, giggling to herself as if it was some joke she had between her, herself and she.
"So?" I remarked, "You're supposed to be the organized one, doing things like this as soon as you find out. Plus, you'd better think of some names before Mel does." I joked. Amanda's eyes followed over to where I watching our daughter attacking some burger and fries with a fork.
"Good idea."
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