Feeling the bed move and shift, I slowly begin to wake up, but refuse to open my eyes. The warm body beside me shifts too, before I feel lips pressing against my bare shoulder.

"Good morning," I mumble, but keep my eyes closed as I tunnel my head deeper into my pillow.

"Morning, babe," Kevin replies, kissing my skin again. "Sleep well?"

A nod is my answer. The bed keeps moving; it rocks back and forth with the bus. We're late for Warped Tour. Bus call hadn't gone so well the night before when we found that two of our five band guys were missing. We found them later, of course, outside a tattoo shop, drunk off their asses.

"I'm going to go talk to Dave and see how much longer we have."

I nod again and turn my head to receive a quick peck on the lips. I smile when he softly kisses my stomach, too.

"Good morning to you, too, baby girl."

I roll my eyes lazily. "I still say it's a boy."

Kevin just smiles at me before leaving the bunk and closing the curtain behind him to give me a few more minutes of rest. I roll onto my back and sigh, staring up at the many pinned pictures on the ceiling of our bunk. There's some from when we first met, and a few from our wedding, and a couple random candids that are scattered into the bunch. Subconsciously, I begin to play with my wedding ring, twisting it around and sliding it back and forth on my finger. There's a discomfort in my belly, and I know its from morning sickness. The bus moving like it is doesn't help, either.

I'm trying my best to keep it down but the disgust I have with myself is overpowering. I don't even know if it is Kevin's baby that I'm carrying. I had been hoping that the cold night I had spent with Shayley was a dream or a drunken act that wouldn't affect my life, but I was wrong. Two months later, I learn I'm pregnant, and now, two more months down the road, I'm on a bus with my lovely husband and his band as they tour across the states.

My loving husband believes the baby is his and I'm believing the same since I didn't start to show any signs until a few weeks after Kevin got back from Atlanta and we were together again.

He swears it's a little girl, bit I'm hoping for a little boy. Boys are much easier to raise - girls are too much trouble once they hit the age of 12.

"Ellie?"

I look away from the collage of pictures above me and stick my head outside the curtain. Kevin is pulling on a clean shirt and wiping off his glasses.

"Dave said we're about twenty minutes from the venue. All the guys are up front eating. Why don't you come eat some breakfast?"

"Sure, babe," I answer and stick my body back into the cubby. I take a few more deep breathes and rub my belly once before heaving in a heavy breath and kick myself off the bed. The curtain leading to the back closes as Kevin leaves me in the aisle to change out of my sleep clothes. I pull on clean underwear, shorts, and a flowy cotton shirt. It breathes well in the heat; my body has hot flashes every now and then and this summer heat is already bad enough.

The front lounge and kitchen area has a quick buzz of voices as everyone tries to walk up while eating. I can see the town we're in - it's already busy, going about its normal routine. Dave takes a few turns and suddenly I see the long line that is Warped Tour. Kids wave to the bus, and I see Kevin and Andrew stick their heads out the window to wave back.

"Sorry we're late! Andrew yells, getting a few happy screams from fans. I laugh before taking a seat on one of the couches and steal the bowl of cereal from Hance's hands.

"Hey!" he yells, reaching for it back.

"Ah-uh. Pregnant," I tell him, shaking my finger in his face before pointing to my stomach and stuffing my mouth with soggy Lucky Charms. Even though I'm four months pregnant, I'm not showing.

I hope I don't start showing until the end of the summer.

"Looks like someone else is late!" Kevin laughs, pointing out the window to the large black bus that we pull up beside. My throat clenches when I see the shiny white lettering.

Their techs are rushing to get all of the equipment to the stages, and that's when I see a familiar drummer and guitarist helping. They're still dressed in their pajamas. As soon as Davey has us parked, I run off the bus and to them. Kevin rushes behind me, confused.

"Alco!" I yell, laughing at the ginger's surprised expression when he sees me. Him and Tino stop pushing the equipment to give me a hug.

"Ellie? What are you doing here?" Tino asks, laughing as he grins happily at me. I laugh in return.

"My husband is on tour. He's the guitarist for Woe, is Me."

They stare at me, and then at Kevin as he comes up to my side. "You're married to Kevin Hanson?" Alan asks. I nod and kiss Kevin's cheek. "Why didn't you tell us that back in February!"

I smile and shrug, leaning into Kevin's side. His arm tightens around my waist slightly. I know we're going to be having a long 'talk' about this later on...

"So, how do ya'll know each other?" Kevin asks, and his voice shifts. I feel a little uneasy now, and it's not from the baby. Suddenly I remember Shay and pray I don't see him any this tour.

"They were recording their new album in a house down from ours back during the blizzard and couldn't get back to California. I let them stay in the guest rooms for a few days before they could get out of there."

The way he squeezes my hip tells me that it will be more than just a 'talk' between us. Now I have to make sure at least Hance or Andrew or Dave is on the bus with us when we 'talk', or else it won't turn out pretty for either of us.

"Oh, well isn't that nice of you," he says, and his smile is forced now. Kevin's eyes don't sparkle behind his glasses like they usually do. Tino and Alan don't notice, though. "It was great meeting you guys, but we really need to get our stuff to the stage. Got one of the early spots. We'll hang later, yeah?"

Alan, Tino and Kevin bump fists, smile at each other, and the other two agree to definitely take time to hang out. I wave as they go back to pushing the equipment crate before Kevin pushes me to behind the bus where the trailer is. All the guys are running down the path to get what they grabbed to the stage. I see them trailing behind a hurrying ginger and drummer. Kevin and I are alone.

"What the fuck was that, Ellie?" he yells at me, hitting the side of the trailer. I flinch slightly but show no outward fear. Kevin was always the jealous one jumping to conclusions.

"I was just saying hi to them, Kev. Nothing happened. They told crazy stories and things that had been going on. I told them about you, but they mostly talked."

"Did you fuck one of them?"

My eyes widen and my face grows hot. I'm done with him and his shit, now.Even though I did cheat.

"Do you really think that, Kevin! Do you think I fucked one of them? Do you think this," I point to my stomach after pushing at his shoulders, forcing him against the hot trailer, "is their baby?" He doesn't say anything, but I know he has his doubts. He always believes I'm going to leave him for someone else, and I'm beginning to see that, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "That's what I thought," I hiss after his silence. I turn and grab two boxes of merch from the trailer. "I'm going to set up the tent with Tristan. I'll see you after your set."

Kevin doesn't say anything as I begin to walk through the buses toward the gates into the back of the Warped Tour venue. Hance comes running out with the rest of the band, sweating and shirts off, trying to get the rest of the equipment to the stage on time. They through a laminat over my head, grinning, and then keep running. Tristan is right behind them, going to get more boxes of shirts and posters. I take my time, knowing not to overexert myself in this heat. When I'm about twenty feet from our table, Tristan comes running up behind me with three boxes and a large plastic bag held between his teeth. I laugh and shake my head.

The tent and table is up, but we still have to set up everything else. I let him rest and drink about three bottles of water and a Monster before I let him help me hang up samples and sort out sizes. We don't talk another than telling each other to make a note of what we're going to need order more of, but it's a comfortable silence. The buzz of bands setting up with a quick sound check fills the large venue like we're bees in a busy beehive.

But I can't get Kevin and Shayley off my mind...

Barely half an hour after we pulled into the venue there are kids rushing through the booths and tents trying to get to the different stages or tents of their favorite bands. I see a few pass by with Woe, is Me tees and smile when I see the few I helped design. Tristan is too busy answering a few emails to really notice and enjoy the moment with me. Sitting in the fold-out chair that was provided, I rest my sore feet on a spare box and rub my lower belly slightly. The discomfort is still there but definitely not as bad as it was when I first woke up. I've only been up for an hour and already I know it's going to be one of those days.

Another thirty minutes pass by until we get our first customer. It's a kid, no older than sixteen, that looks scared out of their mind. Definitely their first Warped Tour. I look over at Tristan but he's stepped out to make a phone call to the company that prints our shirts. I give the boy a smile and stand up, keeping my hand on my belly.

"Hey, what's up?" I greet him, getting a nervous smile in return.

"H-how much for the bl-black one?" he stumbles, biting his lip and scratching the side of his neck.

I smile and turn to point at the black [ s ] army tee that’s hanging by a poster. “That one?” He nods, and with a bit more confidence, gives me another grin. I go over to one of the boxes labeled for that tee and look through. “What are you, a medium?” I look up to get another nod. Grabbing the right size, I pull the tee free and go back over to him, handing it over. He looks at the tee and then back at me.

“H-how much?”

I give him a wink. “You’re my first customer, so it’s on the house.”

The sparkle in his eyes grows tenfold. I just made this kid’s life, and that’s what makes me smile.

“What about the red tank? My girlfriend will kill me if I don’t get her something.”

“It’s fifteen,” I tell him and go over to the box. Tristan comes back, Hance and Kevin followed right behind him. I pull the shirt from the group, give a quick peck to my husband and go back to the kid. He stares, wide eyed, at the pair talking back and forth about new merch and new prices.

“So, why isn't your girlfriend here?” I ask him, taking the three five bills and handing the tank over. His attention is put back on me, and the sparkle fades slightly.

“She’s in the hospital. Her parents saw her cuts.”

My heart breaks, and the discomfort in my belly grows and grows until it feels like I’m going to vomit everything I've ever eaten. Reaching under the merch table, I grab a sharpie and a fresh CD.

“Hey, Kev?” He turns away from his conversation with Tristan. “Could you and Hance sign this real quick?”

“We have a signing at three, they can come back.” Kevin turns, and I frown.

“Kevin,” I say sternly, and he turns back about to repeat himself but I simply tap my wrist, right over one of my own white scars. “Please, sign this real quick.” His entire body shifts completely. He’s always acted a certain way around self-harm, especially after he found out that I used to when I was a teenager.

The topic of merch is forgotten as he rushes over to take the sharpie from me and open the case. He looks up at the shocked boy. “Who’s it for?”

“M-my girlfriend, Kelsey.”

“She spell it ‘ey’ or ‘ie’?”

“’Ey’.” The boy comments, slightly taken back. Kevin quickly signs his name before writing out a sloppy but legible: 'It gets better.'

He hands the CD to Hance, who quickly does the same, adding a small heart after his name. They close the CD and hand it over to the boy. He’s wiping at his eyes quickly.

“Thanks, guys,” he tells us, and I know we’ve made his life so much better in just these past five minutes.

“No problem, honey.” I give him a small hug over the table. “If either of you are feeling down, just listen to track eight,” I tell him softly, and get a nod and another grin before he walks off to another booth. I smile as I watch him slowly disperse into the crowd of teens trying to find a place to call home.

I wonder if they realize that this is their home?

“Thank you for that,” Kevin says, hugging my waist from behind as he watch more kids go back and forth, looking for their band’s merch table. I keep smiling, because I can’t stop after something like that. Nothing could bring me down. Turning in Kevin’s arms, I rest mine around his neck and get another soft kiss. See, told you nothing could bring me down.

“You just needed your head pulled out of your ass,” I tell him, teasing. His hands squeeze my ass through my shorts, pulling me closer to him.

“Don’t get cocky, Ellie,” he jokes back, giving me one last kiss, and says a small goodbye so him and Hance can get back to their stage in time for their time slot. This time it’s a group of teens that come up to the table, and Tristan takes over, giving me a few minutes to rest. An hour into Warped Tour, there’s a few bands already playing and both of us are on our feet running around and drinking as much water, or Monster in Tristan’s case, as we can. Our crowd dies out around noon because of the noon-show that the guys have.

The crowd doesn’t pick back up until a little before two, after kids have seen other bands, merch tables, booths, and had lunch. It’s just one of two trickling by, so I go to get some lunch from catering for the both of us.

“Nothing green!” Tristan shouts after me, making me laugh. He hates vegetables, and I know it, but I always get him a salad for the shits and giggles.

Warped Tour is a chaotic mess of music, teens trying to find themselves, and sweat… but it’s also the home to all those without a home.

“China!” I exclaim at the familiar drummer, happy to see a familiar face. We Came As Romans had been on tour with Woe, is Me earlier in the year. It was good to see old friends.

“Arizona!” he yells back, throwing down the tongs that he’s using to pass out hamburger patties and runs around the table to hug me. Lou and Andy wave at me, grinning while they help do their part of the catering. It’s so weird seeing Eric in a hairnet…

"Ellie?"

I turn, thinking it's another Romans that's greeting me, but I'm met with striking blue eyes and teeth biting at a lip ring.

"Shayley."