Paper Parachute | Celebrity Romance

22.

38 weeks

"Blake."

"Blake." Blair hissed again into the early morning light as it streamed through their bus window.

"Hm?" He asked, his eyes still closed and his arms wrapped protectively over her.

"Let me up, I have to go to the rest room." She said, squirming under the weight of his arm. Sitting up was hard enough as it was at this point his arms weight was only making the task more difficult.

Blake didn't respond, his breathing even and his eyes closed.

Blair huffed and pushed at his arm until she freed herself, rolling up into a seated potion and pushing herself up before making the short walk to the bus bathroom.

When she returned only a moment later Blake was sitting up, rubbing at his eyes groggily.

"Now you wake up." She said with a teasing smile.

"Sorry." he said in his morning voice with a yawn, stretching as his shirt slipped up revealing his tone abdomen. Blair couldn't help but stare, he was so gorgeous and he was hers.

"Can you believe it's the last day of tour?" She asked him, retaking her place in their bed.

"Seems like it flew by and dragged on simultaneously." He said and she nodded her agreement.

"It's been the weirdest touring experience of my life but I'm really glad I got to see you and my fans and that I didn't just sit at home twiddling my thumbs and waiting for Bayler while you were on the road. I think that would have literally killed me."

"I don't know if I'd have made it through the tour without you here with me. I'd have missed you too much." He said opening his arms as he laid back down beside her and pulled her against his chest.

His hands trailed down to her belly, tracing shapes across the stretched skin and sending shivers up her spine.

Blair felt the baby kick at Blake's hand and she smiled.

"Already her daddy's girl." She beamed.

Blake leaned closer and pecked her lips.

"Next time we go on tour we're gonna have a little stow away." He smiled and she couldn't help but laugh.

"You think she'll like music?" She pondered and he arched his eyebrows.

"With us as parents?" He chuckled. "I feel like if she doesn't it'll be a sign we've like severely fucked up."

"I'll support her in whatever she wants of course, but damn, I just can't see her being around us and our life and not having some kind of at least admiration for it, even if it's not like what she wants to do with her life. You know?"

Blair nodded because she did know.

"What time is your soundcheck?" He asked her, his voice soft, both of them still in the midst of their waking up process.

"Ughhh" Blair groaned as she tried to remember. "Three...I think?" She said, sounding unsure.

"That's probably right mine is at four." She nodded and curled into his chest as best she could with her large bump between them.

"GPS says we still have about an hour until we get to the venue, that'll be around ten. You wanna go back to sleep until we get there and then go for brunch? I can make us a reservation some where."

"That sounds good." She replied, her eyes already growing heavy again, her body agreeing with the extra hour of sleep nicely.

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