Chapter 17-Quarantine Life

                                    

                                          
I stared down at the diamond ring on my hand and smiled like a fool. The first time I had seen it sitting there, it freaked me out, but now, it just felt right. 
                          
"Where is your ring?" I asked Ryan.
                          
He opened his other hand and the simple gold band was sitting in his palm. I picked it up and slid it on his finger. "Ryan Michael Blaney, will you still be my husband?" I asked, mimicking his earlier statement.
                          
"I guess I'd better call my attorney and tell him to tear up the annulment papers." He said with a grin. 
                          
"You better." I teased. 
                          
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Over the next few days, Ryan and I lived in our own little bubble, the outside world ceased to exist. Being quarantined together made the perfect excuse to shut out everything around and and to just focus on each other. We talked for hours at a time, really getting to know each other. Before we knew it, my doctors office called. It was time to take the paternity test.
                          
"Regardless of what the results say, this is still my child. You know that right?" He said, tilting my chin up to look at him. 
                          
I nodded. "I know. I just want him or her to be yours in every way and have your beautiful blue eyes." I replied. 
                          
The test only took minutes. A simple blood sample from me, a cheek swab from Ryan and that was it. We were given a website address and told we would be notified by email when the results were ready, with a password in about a week. At that time, we could log on to the website with the password and obtain our results. I tried not to stress out over it, reminding myself that stress was not good for the baby, I just wanted Ryan to be the father more than anything, despite his reassurance that he would love this baby and be a father to it no matter what. 
                          
*******
                          
Every morning we cooked breakfast together, although Ryan was not much of a cook, we managed. He fussed over me non stop. "Don't lift that." "Sit down and put your feet up." "Should you be eating/drinking/taking that?" It should have been annoying, but it wasn't. It was really sweet and damn adorable. I was so in love. We laughed, teased each other, watched TV and made out like crazy. We had not had sex though, both of us had been focused on taking things slow. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it, but I was so happy with the way everything was going between us, I really didn't mind. We were intimate in other ways. Since the day we reconciled, he had moved from my couch to my bed, and every night, I went to sleep in his arms.
                          
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"You need a haircut." I commented to Ryan one afternoon, as I fingered the soft chestnut colored strands that were beginning to curl at the ends around the back of his neck.
                          
His hand impulsively went to the back of his neck. "I always let my hair grow out during the season. I only get like two or three haircuts a year." He protested.
                          
"I'm not talking about cutting it all off, just a trim and shaping it up a bit. Please. I haven't cut anyone's hair other than my own in over a month. I'm afraid I'll get rusty." I batted my eyes at him.
                          
"So I'm just your guinea pig?" He teased. 
                          
"Yep." I laughed. Before he could argue further,  I had already taken off to my bathroom for my haircutting kit, excited to have hair to cut again. 
                          
"Just a trim right?" He asked nervously, as I placed the smock over him.
                          
"Just a trim. Relax Ry. I am a professional. I know what I'm doing." I assured him. 
                          
He looked so nervous, I couldn't help but laugh. "You trust me right?" I asked.
                          
"Of course I do." And I saw his shoulders relax. He had really great hair. Thick, soft with a ton of natural body. I couldn't keep from running my fingers through it, as I snipped off a little here and there.