Being back on the road for the remainder of Warped Tour almost felt wrong. I knew Jules was feeling more exhausted than usual and I could only imagine that the constant motion of the bus didn't help her morning sickness. Now that I've become aware of the fact that she preganant, I see her in an entirely new light. She isn't just the girl who stole my heart, the girl I saved, the girl made of porcelain; she's the mother of my children. We were about to venture into a brand new chapter of our relationship. I was grateful I had mustered the courage to propose to her before we got this news, this way she would know I wanted to marry her because my love for her was so pure, no other reason.

Jules was still sound asleep when we made it to our next stop. I knew it was more than fatigue weighing on her - She was emotionally drained as well. There was no doubt in my mind that she'd make a fantastic mother, but something was bringing her down. I could only hope she'd tell me when she was ready. At least in her sleep she looked peaceful. Brown strands were falling over her tired face, while her eye danced lightly under her lids. She must have been dreaming. A smile tugged at my lips as I bent over to kiss her cheek, allowing my hand to roam over the swell of her stomach. She'd been looking bloated for a while, but since I noticed the bump on our drive back from the doctor, I couldn't help but smile at her growing stomach. I swear it was getting a little bigger every single day.

I allowed Jules to stay in bed while I began my day. The guys had already left the bus, probably going to grab a bite to eat or hang with other bands. I was thankful they'd let me sleep in, because in only six short months, sleep would seem impossible. It seemed that I had held Jules in my arms for a little longer than I should've, though, because our set was only a few hours away. I didn't want to leave her, but I had no other choice than to leave the bus so I could fill my stomach and prepare for the show with the band and crew.

Once the show was finished, I practically ran from the stage. I had to get back to the mother of children. What if she was hungry, or feeling more sick today than usual? Or worse. What if she had decided to got watch other bands play during our set and someone accidently elbowed her in the stomach? I knew I was freaking myself out, but she was already so fragile before she got pregnant, my concern grew larger with each passing moment.

"Jules?" I called, stepping onto the bus. The air was cool and everything was quiet. "Where are you?"

When she didn't respond, my heart skipped a beat. It was a bad idea to play the set without waking her first, I knew it. Groaning inwardly, I started towards my bunk. My phone needed to be on the charger so I could call and make sure she was okay. To my surprise, however, when I pulled back the curtain, Jules was sitting there with her knees pulled up to her stomach. She looked like she'd been crying. I instantly felt like shit.

"Baby? What's the matter?" I slid myself down in the bunk beside her. She looked at me through bloodshot eyes, a shrug falling off her shoulders. "Are you mad because I didn't wake you?"

"No, I needed some sleep. This tour is sucking all my energy away," she confessed, brushing away a stray tear. "I've just had too much time to think, that's all."

"Think about what?"

"I'm scared, Alex."

Despite how many questions I had about her fear, I sat there quietly, watching her small fingers tug on the edges of her pajama pants. I wanted her to tell me what was bothering her on her own terms. She seemed to pick up on this, inhaling a deep breath of air, calming herself so she could say the things needed to say.

"When I was born, my mother died. I'm terrified because complications with labor run in my family, Alex. I was only one baby. Can you imagine how hard it's going to be on me to give birth to two? What if I don't make it?" She whispered the last part.

I was stunned. I knew Jules didn't have her mom around anymore, but I didn't know why. She seemed so heart broken when she spoke, and I didn't blame her. I couldn't imagine not having my mom around, but I couldn't live with myself if I knew it was because of me. Her tears were flowing again, soft sniffles leaving her nose. I wrapped my arms around her small frame and pulled her body into mine. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck, relaxing slightly in my grip.

"I will do everything I possibly can to make sure you're safe, Jules. We'll tell the doctors about the complications your mom and we'll prepare for every possible thing that could wrong. You're going to be okay and those babies are going to be okay, because I'm going to make sure of it. Now don't you worry anymore."

"I've been living with this fear and guilt my entire life," she sighed, pulling back from my body to stare at me. "It's just that we're going to have babies now and it seems so much more.. real, I guess."

"Let me tell you something, you're going to fly through labor with no problem. You're going to be a great mom and we're going to have a great life. I promise," I smiled, lifting her chin so that I could softly kiss her lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Alex?" Jules whispered, running her hands along her baby bump. "Can you ask Jack not to eat my cereal anymore?"

I rose an eyebrow and stared down at her. Those big, brown eyes were holding more tears and she seemed like her entire world was falling apart.

"I woke up this morning and it was all gone. The bowl was still sitting on the table so I knew it was Jack," by this point, she was sobbing. "I was so hungry when I woke up and I was craving it so bad, but there was none left. Not even a bite!"

Tears were flowing. She was struggling to breathe. I was going to have to kick Jack's ass.

"I'll get you more cereal," I cooed, using my thumb to dry her tears. "Don't cry, it's okay."

"It is not okay!" She yelled, shoving my hand away. "That was my cereal. Where is he? I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!"

"Jules...."

She may have been an emotional wreck, but she was adorable. Her mood swings made more sense now, and if I had to live with her pregnancy hormones, I saw no harm in her letting the rest of the band have it, too. When I heard her scream Jack's name from the kitchen and an empty box of cereal hit the floor, I smiled, knowing we were going to be okay, as strange as that may seem.

Notes

Hey guys, Jess here! I'm so honored to have become a part of this story. Courtney is seriously talented and I fell in love with this story the moment I started reading it. I hope you guys like it. Mucho love<3.