run it!

Lol I got happy as hell...I was like "oh s***....we got two posts"....but seriously...how'd they get out and what the hell do they want....seriously....they've caused enough trouble.....if anybody gets hurt I hope it's Daniel and whoever the guy is.

"So he's out? Are you serious?! He must have some connects or something! He's not supposed to be out!" Spazzed Brooke who had rushed over to the gallery once I had called her to tell her about seeing Daniel. We had all thought what she was thinking, but Daniel was a powerful guy. A part of me wasn't surprised.

Justin, Brooke, Paige, Mackenzie, Jesse and I were all gathered in mine and Mackenzie's office to talk. Michael walked through the door just as I was about to reply to Brooke.

"Hey, I came as soon as I heard! How you doin' Ty?" He rushed to my side to rub my shoulder in comfort.

"Just a little shaken up, I never thought I'd have to see him again I thought he'd never have the balls to show show his facein public..both of them.." I spoke clearly shaken up.

"What the hell was he doin' outside of the shop is what I wanna know." Spat Mackenzie.

"I don't know.." I answered fear obvious in my voice.

"Someone call Chris and tell him to meet me at his place, now. Mike, do you mind taking Justin home?" I asked standing from my chair. I glanced over at Justin who looked oblivious to the entire situation.

"Yeah, sure it's no problem just be careful." He spoke. I nodded okay before I hugged everyone, telling them that I'd call them all later and let them know I was safe.

Right now I just wanted to be near Chris. He was the only one who was there that night, the only one who knew how I felt.
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I was about five minutes away from Chris' house when my phone began vibrating. I answered and pushed the speaker option.

"Hello?" I said.

"Mags? How far away are you? I'm home now." Asked a frantic Chris, he was fumbling with something in the background.

"I'm almost there. Five minutes." I answered.

"Okay, door's open." He responded.

"Okay." I said before we both hung up.

I walked through the doors of Chris' house and locked it behind me. I was greeted by Clyde whom I embraced in a tight hug. He told me where Chris was and I almost ran to the area in the house.

Making it to the basement I froze at the scene in front of me. Chris was on bended knee, painting. Creating something for the first time in a long time. He looked up when I got to the bottom, relief washed over his face.

"Hey.." I said softly. He smirked, resting the paint can on the ground and rushing over to grab me into a strong embrace. I hugged him back happy to be in his arms where I felt protected.

I was glad to know that even after our breakup and our time apart, we were able to fall back on one another.

"You okay?" He asked pulling away from me and holding me at arms lengh. I nodded more to myself than to him.

"You're..you're painting." I smiled pointing at the mural behind him. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah uh- I just..I needed something to keep my mind off of things until you got here." He said as walked us back upstairs.

I wasn't allowed to be near the fumes which irritated me at times. All I was able to do was sketch, but I dealt with it, for the baby.

"What if he's looking for me? Or you." I asked quietly. Chris looked to the ground before looking over his shoulder at me. I could tell he was on edge and worried about Daniel being back.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you Mags. I can promise you that--"

"Chris, we need to be smart about this. The guy with him, shot me- he killed Kelly. He's not coming back here unless there's a reason..Maybe he's after you and I--"

"Stop! Tyson, baby I can't have you stressin' out on me right now. You need to relax. Keep calm man..Imma take care of you. Nobody's gettin' near you that much I can assure you. Okay? Imma have security all up inside and outside this b****." He said. I sighed and nodded okay before taking a seat in his throne chair. I was suddenly feeling tired and thought it was best if I took a nap. Chris glanced over at me.

"Lay down over there, take a nap. You wanna stay here for the night?" He asked. I walked over to the living room the couch to rest my head.

"Is that okay? I don't really wanna be alone tonight and Justin's got a party to go to tonight--"

"So when dude's not around, I'm your fallback? Your last resort huh?" Chris scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

"Now is not the time to be jealous Chris. Justin lives up stairs from me, if I could save myself from a twenty minute commute, then s*** I will." I admit. He rolled his eyes in return.

"Which ya pregnant ass." He muttered.

"Yeah whatever, your fault I'm pregnant to begin with." I smirked at his defeated face and pulled the covers up over my shoulders.

I shut my eyes ready to head off into dreamland away from my reality, but the sinking of the chair caused my eyes to flutter open in question. I looked over t find that Chris had joined me on the couch. He lifted my feet up and rested them in his lap, rubbing my shin gently.

"What are you doing?" I asked tiredly. He looked straight ahead.

"Lookin' after you." He said softly. I looked at his side profile for a moment, capturing the rare occurrence of the man I was in love with.

"...you painted today. How long's it been?" I asked.

"Too long." He breathed running a hand down his hair. I smirked.

"I've been pushin' it away, and pushin' it away for so long...I forgot about it's existence and how it felt...the happiness I felt..I don't know I guess with everything that's happened since the fame, I just needed to release.." He said. I smiled sitting up to talk more with him. Missing the moments when he and I would just share our deepest thoughts with each other. I placed my hands on my stomach rubbing it softly out of habit.

"I think we should go to church tomorrow morning." I said. His eyes locked with mine. I noticed the unsure look in them, but then it disappeared.

"Aight. We'll go." He breathed. I reached over and kissed his cheek. I shifted and rested my head on his chest as his hand wrapped itself around me.

I missed this so much.

"I can't wait to find out what the sex will be tomorrow." I said quietly looking at my tummy. Chris chuckled.

"Me too man." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Have you thought about names?" I asked.

"Nah. I know I want it to be unisex though. You cool with that?" Asked Chris. I thought about it thoroughly. All the women in my family had unisex names.

"Yeah. When are you gonna let the world know? I don't think my tummy can hold it's size any longer, this s***'s gonna blow." I said poking my tummy playfully.

"Stop cussin' and I don't care, let my baby grow and I'm not hiding the news. If someone should snap a pic of you and it hits news tomorrow I'm fine with it." He said. I smiled glad.

"Good, because I think paparazzi caught a glimpse and snapped a pic when I got out of the car and entered the house." I spoke quickly, hiding cowardly behind my hands in mock fear. Chris peeled my hands away from my face with a smile.

"Aint' nobody in here give a damn. Let em' tell people. I'm proud. Team Breezy got my back anyhow." He admit. I smiled and rubbed his thigh gently before returning my hand back to my tummy.

I loved the way my baby bump looked, truthfully.

"I hope it's a girl." Said Chris as he place his hand on top of my stomach.

"Why?" I asked in curiosity.

"Because then she'll grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. She'll be my reminder of you and how happy you make me." He spoke. I could tell he meant what he said.

"I hope it's a boy." I said.

"Why?" He asked softly.

"I don't know, I've just always wanted a boy child first. I had my older brother to look after me and my mother when my father passed so..I guess th--"

"Will you ever give me another chance?" Asked Chris suddenly. I knew this question was coming. I could tell by the way he was looking at me.

"...One day." I answered.

"What day will that be?" He asked.

"The day I wake up and realize that I can trust you again and that the love we still have for each other is enough..." I answered. I looked up at him and just as I did his lips connected with mine in a soft, short kiss. He pulled away, my eyes remained closed. I relished in the feeling that I missed so much over the past few months.

It still felt right.

"I'm not giving up on us girl. Imma fight for you..believe that if nothing else." Said Chris, determination in his voice.

"My mom always told me that if it's meant to be, it will be." I smirked at the thought of her.

Nobody smart, would choose to take the risk of living without their heart.

run it

RunIt!!!

RunIt!!!

well at least Chris is trying and he has kept his word about not pursuing robyn..but we will see.. RUN IT

I wonder what chris thinks of all this.. like what is his POV?

oh man this story is too good i like how ur bringing back some of the past to keep the twists and turns coming in
im also glad chris kept his word on the whole rih thing and with being their for ty and her appointments :)
im also glad that justin isnt pursuing her and what happened to mike?
i also would love to see chris p.o.v and i think a visit from kelly would help him out
run it

Oh man......I think listening to the music while reading is a good thing to do....It's like reading an outer body experience....more dramatic so to speak......I hope they didn't see her.....and I definitely hope they don't end up being another problem.

RUN IT!!!!!!!

2 Months Later..

"I caaaan't doooo thiiis!" I moaned watery eyed, slung over the bowl of the toilet seat. Justin sat on top of the bathroom sink while Mackenzie held my hair back for me rubbing my back gently. I had just finished upchucking all of my lunch. My hands curled around my purtruding stomach.

"I am so glad I'm not a woman." Spoke Justin. Mackenzie and I glared at him, but he seemed unfazed.

"Justin! You're not helping." Whispered Mackenzie viciously. Fear snuck into his eyes for a moment before it disappeared.

"It's okay. I'll just miss the toilet and aim for his shirt next time." I spat. Justin's hands went up in surrender.

"Sheesh." He muttered.

"Guys I can't deal with this, how long is this gonna go on for?!" I complained almost breaking down. I was emotional because of my hormones and I was frustrated that Chris wasn't the one holding my hair back. He was at the studio.

"I don't know Ty. I'm sorry. Do you want me to call Chris?" Apologized a sympathetic Mackenzie. I shook my head no breathing quick before blowing chunks into the toilet once more.

I had been in there for about ten minutes now. Justin had come over earlier to take Indigo on her morning walk for me since I was too tired and decided to stay and hang out. They had grown close over the last month along with him and my other loved ones, Chris not included.

He was set on not liking the idea of another man "filling his position" but dealt with it anyway, because he knew that Justin was a good man and that he was there when Chris couldn't be. He had no right to be the jealous boyfriend anymore since we no longer obtained that title. He was still adamant about getting me back and righting his wrongs. He attended every doctors appointment and check up whether it took missing a show or cancelling an interview. He was currently on a break, only working on new records in his LA studio with his producers. He bought a new house in the hills somewhere, and came around on off days just to chill or look after me.

He was making an effort, but even still, it wasn't enough for me to take him back.

He was still somewhat clouded by the fame, excessively drinking whenever he was out at night and pulling stupid stunts rooted from his frustrations. Just last week he was all over the news for blowing up at paparazzi for only doing their job. He seemed more short tempered, more of a loose cannon. He even started smoking cigarettes.

I had told him off about it, only looking out for him but he reassured me that it was only temporary. I dropped the subject after a while, seeing that it was no use. Everyday I prayed that Chris would mature into the man I know he could be, not only for his son, but for me too. I could see hints of the old Chris sometimes, on days when he came to hang out. It was rare, and just as quick as it came, it disappeared.

We were still pretty close , able to respect each other without an argument blooming out of nowhere. I was glad and truthfully, it was all I wanted for right now. As far as the Robyn situation went, I hadn't listened for anything new on the situation. I had stopped reading the papers just to save my sanity. I was no longer interested in what the press had to tell everyone else, but regardless Chris had told me that he wanted nothing more to do with her or her posse after he found out about the scuffle in the bathroom with Melissa and her other accomplice. He was heated, mostly because a grown woman decided to put hands on me only because Robyn didn't like me. Melissa tried to press charges, but it completely backfired on her when people found out that it was her who in fact made the first move on a pregnant woman.

I thanked God for camera phones after that day.

He isolated himself from them, only sticking with Tray and his boys thinking that was enough for him. I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy to hear it. They were keeping him as grounded as they could.

Tray had called me one night to tell me about the rattling dispute between Chris and Robyn that took place in his suite, a couple days after I had left. He said it was ridiculous, Robyn had thrown insults directed at both me and Chris which set him off entirely, he rose his voice and hotel security had to escort a fuming Robyn out by the end of it. She was hurt as well, but I wasn't sympathetic towards her feelings whatsoever.

I couldn't for someone who had ripped my relationship apart from the inside out. She would just have to deal with the karma.

"I think I'm good now." I said flushing and rising to my feet. Justin hopped off of the counter top to give me room to rinse my mouth out.

Justin had proven to be a great friend when I was in need. He was there when I needed him to be. He took care of Indigo, helped me with my grocery shopping, my food runs to satisfy my cravings, and even cooked for me from time to time. Of course paparazzi caught a few of those moments and at first Chris had freaked, but I assured him that nothing was going on. Yes, I was attracted to Justin, but I was still madly in love with Chris and they both knew that. Chris was hesitant, but believed me anyway.

He had no choice.

I left the bathroom, with relief and everyone following after me.

"So I'm gonna get going. I've gotta get to the gallery." Said Mackenzie. I frowned not wanting her to leave.

"I don't want you to go." I pouted.

"Well, we could all go? I don't have anything to do. Plus I'm sure you could use the breeze and a nice drive." Suggested Justin.

"Okay..I could deal." I answered faithful that I was done throwing up for the day.
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I leaned back into my seat as we made our way over to the gallery at 40 miles per hour. I let Justin drive seeing as how my mind was completely unfocused. Miguel's "The Thrill" blasted through the car and out of the windows bringing a calm to my soul. I relished in the feeling and watched as we passed down the street had come to know like the back of my hand, smiling as the warm wind beat against my face. Mackenzie and Justin engaged in a small conversation about music. I was barely listening. We passed the studio that Chris was in about five intersections ago. We were now passing Wheelers tattoo parlor and Kelly passed through my mind, instantly brightening my smile.

Grabbing my attention, I stared into the spaces in between every building we passed, curious to know what laid between them. It was the two tall dark skinned figures that emerged from the shadows in between two random buildings that made my heart nearly stop in my chest.

On the phone, seemingly speaking angrily about God knows what, was Daniel and the man who looked much like the one who had shot me not too far behind him.

"And I, can't wait. And I, can't wait.

My bugged eyes followed his figure as much as it could before the car was long gone away from him, down the street.

"It's the thrill, I feel my heartbeat race."

I turned back fully facing the front. My hand absently went to the scar on my chest that the bullet had left behind laid beneath my shirt. I rubbed it softly feeling the tender skin, the reminder of that night.

Justin studied me closely for a moment, catching the change in my behavior.

"You good." He asked.

I tuned him out along with everything else. Too caught up replaying the memory of that night in my mind.

"And I, can't wait...can't wait."

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I'm so proud of Tyson...she handled that like a true woman would have and although I know her heart is in million pieces I also know that she will be more than fine....I think that she's going to find an awesome friend in Justin....I hope so...I hope he doesn't end up being a bad guy with bad intentions.