fic
This is a new instalment to the daddy!ryan universe
AN: Not from a particular prompt, but another series of drabbles that are part of the daddy!ryan universe like 1, 2, 7. 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. 14, 15, and 16, # 17
"Alex? Can I talk to you?"
"Of course, sweetie, what's on your mind?" Alex said, sitting on Ryan's couch painting her toenails.
"Why don't you live here?"
Liz had always been too smart for her own good.
"Why are you asking that? I see you and your dad every day," Alex said.
She'd been dating Ryan over two years next month. Liz didn't call her mom, but Alex had come to love her like she was her own.
It was scary and tentative, but they'd made it work.
"Yeah, but I'm ten now and I know that you and Dad are in love, and that he doesn't want to get married again but you guys are, like, together. And you should live here so you don't have to pay rent on an apartment when you're over here all the time," Liz said.
"Oh. Have you talked to your dad about this?"
"I told him that I really like you and that if he's not going to ask you to marry him that he should at least make an honest woman out of you and let you have more than a drawer in his bedroom. He told me I should mind my own business, but this is my house, too, and I want you to move in," Liz said.
Ryan had mentioned it to her a while ago after they'd had the sit down with Liz about her overnight stays.
But Alex knew how important Liz was to him and she wasn't sure about becoming a permanent part of the family house.
Even if she really wanted to be a real part of the family.
Ryan was sweet and caring and amazing and she still wondered how the fuck she got a man like him.
"Just talk to him. I'm going to be old enough to babysit and go on fieldtrips without him pretty soon and I need somebody to look after him. I just…want to have a real family, you know? With a dad and a woman who acts like a mom…" Liz lowered her voice and looked at her seriously. "When I start my period, I don't want to tell Dad. I mean, could you imagine him on the tampon aisle?"
Alex had to stifle her laugh and pulled the girl into a hug.
"I don't want to think of you as more family that lives somewhere else. Like, Grandpa has Grandma and Seth has Summer and Daddy and me need someone that's ours, too."
The phone rang and Liz perked up. "That's Gretchen, I have to get that."
Alex watched her hurry away and wondered how she was going to bring this up to her boyfriend.
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She listened as Ryan recited the same words he said every night with Liz before bed.
It was like their own little ceremony in memory of Taylor.
Alex had never met the woman, but she felt like she knew her from Liz. And Ryan, too.
Ryan wasn't the same person she'd met in Newport when they were both caught up in Marissa Cooper's thrall.
Taylor Townsend had changed him into a better man.
She just hoped she could live up to her memory.
She didn't want to change Ryan and…if she really made him happy - even a little bit of the happiness that he and Liz gave her…then she wanted to do this.
She just wasn't sure what this was yet.
Ryan stepped into the room, yawning and scratching his hip absently. He blinked and smiled at her when he saw her watching. "What?"
"Do you love me?" Alex asked.
He smiled again. "Yeah. You know that."
"Liz wants me to move in. She said she wants to have me around all the time," Alex said.
"Yeah. I want that, too," he said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've asked you before…" he said, sitting down on the bed and pulling his shirt off.
She traced the line of his spine, making him shiver.
"Then…maybe I'll move in."
He turned and kissed her and she felt like she'd made the right decision for one of the few times in her life.
"I'll marry you. Whenever you want me to ask you, just let me know, I'm like a boy scout - always prepared," he said, kissing down the sensitive spots on her neck.
He knew her body like a map. Like she knew his.
"Ask me now," she heard herself said.
"Alex, will you marry me?" he asked, going completely still and murmuring the words into her collarbone.
"Yeah, whenever you want," she replied.
He moved away, standing up and walking over to the dresser.
She felt like he'd slammed the door in her face.
But then he turned and walked over and actually got down on one knee beside the bed and put a red velvet box on the bed.
"What…"
"I told you I was prepared," he said, blushing. "I...saw it a couple of months ago and it...I thought of you so I bought it...I..."
She kissed him so he wouldn't have to stutter anymore and opened the box.
It was a simple platinum band with a huge diamond surrounded by smaller gems.
"It's...beautiful...I'm never going to take it off," Alex said.
"You're beautiful. And...shit, Alex, I...love you," he said.
"Get over here and make love to me so we can go wake up Liz and tell her the news," Alex said, pulling him onto the bed.
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They'd stayed up almost to midnight with Liz the night before so she didn’t expect the doorbell to ring at five a.m.
"Mm. I'll get it," Ryan grunted when she elbowed him.
She listened to him shuffle sleepily in his sweatpants to the door. Then she winced when she heard Summer's toddlers squealing and scuttling into the downstairs.
Ryan walked back, rubbing his forehead.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Apparently after we put Liz back to bed last night, she sent a text message to everybody in her address book."
"I told you that cell phone was a bad idea," Alex groaned.
"Alex, get your butt down here and show me that rock!" Summer called from downstairs.
"You still sure you want to be a part of this family?" Ryan asked.
"As long as I get the bathroom first," she said, rushing to untangle herself from the sheets to sprint to the bathroom.
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AN: Not from a particular prompt, but another series of drabbles that are part of the daddy!ryan universe like 1, 2, 7. 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. 14, 15, and 16, # 17
"Alex? Can I talk to you?"
"Of course, sweetie, what's on your mind?" Alex said, sitting on Ryan's couch painting her toenails.
"Why don't you live here?"
Liz had always been too smart for her own good.
"Why are you asking that? I see you and your dad every day," Alex said.
She'd been dating Ryan over two years next month. Liz didn't call her mom, but Alex had come to love her like she was her own.
It was scary and tentative, but they'd made it work.
"Yeah, but I'm ten now and I know that you and Dad are in love, and that he doesn't want to get married again but you guys are, like, together. And you should live here so you don't have to pay rent on an apartment when you're over here all the time," Liz said.
"Oh. Have you talked to your dad about this?"
"I told him that I really like you and that if he's not going to ask you to marry him that he should at least make an honest woman out of you and let you have more than a drawer in his bedroom. He told me I should mind my own business, but this is my house, too, and I want you to move in," Liz said.
Ryan had mentioned it to her a while ago after they'd had the sit down with Liz about her overnight stays.
But Alex knew how important Liz was to him and she wasn't sure about becoming a permanent part of the family house.
Even if she really wanted to be a real part of the family.
Ryan was sweet and caring and amazing and she still wondered how the fuck she got a man like him.
"Just talk to him. I'm going to be old enough to babysit and go on fieldtrips without him pretty soon and I need somebody to look after him. I just…want to have a real family, you know? With a dad and a woman who acts like a mom…" Liz lowered her voice and looked at her seriously. "When I start my period, I don't want to tell Dad. I mean, could you imagine him on the tampon aisle?"
Alex had to stifle her laugh and pulled the girl into a hug.
"I don't want to think of you as more family that lives somewhere else. Like, Grandpa has Grandma and Seth has Summer and Daddy and me need someone that's ours, too."
The phone rang and Liz perked up. "That's Gretchen, I have to get that."
Alex watched her hurry away and wondered how she was going to bring this up to her boyfriend.
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She listened as Ryan recited the same words he said every night with Liz before bed.
It was like their own little ceremony in memory of Taylor.
Alex had never met the woman, but she felt like she knew her from Liz. And Ryan, too.
Ryan wasn't the same person she'd met in Newport when they were both caught up in Marissa Cooper's thrall.
Taylor Townsend had changed him into a better man.
She just hoped she could live up to her memory.
She didn't want to change Ryan and…if she really made him happy - even a little bit of the happiness that he and Liz gave her…then she wanted to do this.
She just wasn't sure what this was yet.
Ryan stepped into the room, yawning and scratching his hip absently. He blinked and smiled at her when he saw her watching. "What?"
"Do you love me?" Alex asked.
He smiled again. "Yeah. You know that."
"Liz wants me to move in. She said she wants to have me around all the time," Alex said.
"Yeah. I want that, too," he said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've asked you before…" he said, sitting down on the bed and pulling his shirt off.
She traced the line of his spine, making him shiver.
"Then…maybe I'll move in."
He turned and kissed her and she felt like she'd made the right decision for one of the few times in her life.
"I'll marry you. Whenever you want me to ask you, just let me know, I'm like a boy scout - always prepared," he said, kissing down the sensitive spots on her neck.
He knew her body like a map. Like she knew his.
"Ask me now," she heard herself said.
"Alex, will you marry me?" he asked, going completely still and murmuring the words into her collarbone.
"Yeah, whenever you want," she replied.
He moved away, standing up and walking over to the dresser.
She felt like he'd slammed the door in her face.
But then he turned and walked over and actually got down on one knee beside the bed and put a red velvet box on the bed.
"What…"
"I told you I was prepared," he said, blushing. "I...saw it a couple of months ago and it...I thought of you so I bought it...I..."
She kissed him so he wouldn't have to stutter anymore and opened the box.
It was a simple platinum band with a huge diamond surrounded by smaller gems.
"It's...beautiful...I'm never going to take it off," Alex said.
"You're beautiful. And...shit, Alex, I...love you," he said.
"Get over here and make love to me so we can go wake up Liz and tell her the news," Alex said, pulling him onto the bed.
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They'd stayed up almost to midnight with Liz the night before so she didn’t expect the doorbell to ring at five a.m.
"Mm. I'll get it," Ryan grunted when she elbowed him.
She listened to him shuffle sleepily in his sweatpants to the door. Then she winced when she heard Summer's toddlers squealing and scuttling into the downstairs.
Ryan walked back, rubbing his forehead.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Apparently after we put Liz back to bed last night, she sent a text message to everybody in her address book."
"I told you that cell phone was a bad idea," Alex groaned.
"Alex, get your butt down here and show me that rock!" Summer called from downstairs.
"You still sure you want to be a part of this family?" Ryan asked.
"As long as I get the bathroom first," she said, rushing to untangle herself from the sheets to sprint to the bathroom.
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