The Journey – Chapter 9: Step by Step

“So where are you going again?” Devon asks as she glances over at Ryan.

They had been watching TV together, when Ryan had received a text message from Brett Moffitt. In the past couple of weeks, he had put off text messages from his friends in favor of helping Devon with how she was feeling and such. Though, given how things had gone well for the past three weeks since her night terror, he was hoping to get some “guy time”.

“Brett wants to go for a bike ride – our normal training route,” he answers. She simply shakes her head, accepting, knowing the route that the boys enjoyed to use when in North Carolina. She also knew that it was crucial for Ryan to stick to his training to keep in shape to do the best job possible on the weekend.

“Okay,” she simply says, catching his attention. Normally, she’d offer some sort of longer answer.

“Is that okay with you, for certain?” She shakes her head yes. “Are you sure that you’ll be okay for awhile by yourself?” She points to the big white puff ball lying beside her on the couch.

“I have company, Ryan. I’ll be fine.” He shakes his head, accepting. He then stands up and heads to get changed to go out.

“If you run into any issues at all, don’t hesitate to text me, okay?” She shakes her head yes.


“Dude, I thought you had completely given up on guy time entirely,” Brett comments as they sit down for a break partway through the ride. They had been riding through some of the back roads, up and down through the trees. The pair would normally stop for a short break when they received the stream. “No matter what I did, I could never get your ass to join me.”

“Look, I’m sorry,” Ryan starts as he looks out on to the water. “It’s just things have been difficult since last year for Devon. She’s been going through a lot emotionally, and I wanted to be there for her. I didn’t want to go out and do something, and that end up hurting her.” Brett shakes his head, slightly understanding. It still didn’t erase the complete hurt that he felt in no guy time over the past couple of months.

“I get that and I’m sorry for everything you guys went through. It just…it hurt, man. It hurts not seeing your best friend for two months.” Ryan then looks over at Brett, sympathizing with his friend but knowing he made the right decision.

“So am I supposed to just leave my fiancé at home when she’s tore apart emotionally?” Brett lets out a sigh as he looks away from Ryan out on the water.

“Okay, so my comment was out of line and unfair. I’m just telling you how I feel, if that’s fine with you. I didn’t mean what I said to that point. I get why you did what you did. I understand the situation with Devon. I just thought I’d let you know how I feel so you know.” Ryan shakes his head, getting that, but still didn’t see the point to the conversation.

“But yet that makes me feel guilty, sad and angry at the same tim-”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Ryan!” Brett then takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. This was supposed to be fun guy time. “I told you so you know how much I care about you, and how much I value your friendship. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Sorry I jumped on the defense. It’s just that’s how it made me feel because you’re one of my best friends, and I hated the thought of no understanding.” Brett shakes his head, understanding.

“It’s okay. We at least know where we each stand and that’s what matters.” Ryan shakes his head in response.


Following the ride, Ryan walks into the house, closing the door shut behind him. He then walks through the house, glancing into the front room. He smiles as he sees Devon curled up on the couch with Snowball.

“Everything okay while I was gone?” He asks and she shakes her head yes.

“This little guy is great for company,” she answers. “Did you have a good ride?” He shakes his head yes.

“Felt pretty good the whole way, and had a good conversation with Brett so we know where he each other stands.” She then looks at him slightly confused as he sits down beside her. “He told me how much he missed guy time, and I told him how much you meant to me. It got a bit of an argument, but we sorted it out.”

“Ryan…I’m sorry…..It’s my fault…I caused you to miss your tim-”

“Stop apologizing.” He then looks into her eyes as he brushes a bit of hair out of her face.


“I don’t want to hear your apologies. If I was put in the same situation, I would’ve done it all over again. I love you, I care about you, and I will do anything for you. That includes taking care of you during situations like these. If the guys can’t get used to that, then so be it. They’re not true friends because they don’t know where things stand with me. You also don’t have to worry as I worked it out with Brett. Everything is cool with him, cool with Ryan, cool with all the guys. They know.” He then kisses her lips lightly. “Stop worrying and apologizing.”


The Journey – Chapter 8: Terrors

Lying in bed that night, she kicks her feet back, trying to push out the grasp that holds her close. She kicks harder, while trying to push her arms out as her mind is consumed with thoughts.

“You’re not getting away from me ever again,” she hears in her mind. “You deserve this punishment. You’re a bad little girl.”

“Get away from me!” She yells in the midst of her sleep, continuing to kick her feet as much as she could.

“Your mother never should’ve given birth to you. She should’ve aborted you, or left you some stranger’s doorstep as you’re a rotten, spoiled brat. Face it – nobody is going to save you because nobody loves you because you’re a bad kid. Now do yourself a favor and learn to behave, or make it easy and say bye.”

“I’m not giving up! Let me go!”

Ryan’s eye shoot open as he feels the kicks against him, along with her arms pushing against his as she struggles about in her sleep. It had been awhile since he had experienced this, and he thought that they were getting through these. However, here they were once again.

“Devon,” he whispers lightly as he shakes her body a little.

“Let…me…go…,” she replies, still struggling against him.

“Devon! Wake up!” Her eyes open immediately as she glances at him, eyes wide-open surprised.

“Ryan….” Her voice was shaky and quiet as tears begin to trickle down her face. He immediately brings her as close as he can to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“It’s okay. It was just a nightmare. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He rubs her back, holding her close as a couple more tears begin to fall. The pair remain in that position till she has calmed herself back down, before separating a little. “Are you okay?”

“I thought I was done with those…I thought I was moving forward…I thought I was gong to be able to move on.” He then grabs her hand with his, holding it firmly as she looks into his eyes.

“You will get to that point, okay? But it’s going to take time as you deal with all the emotions and come to grip with it. Remember what the doctor told you? It takes time to heal wounds and make things easier. You may never fully get over it, but you learn how to deal with it. You’re learning, each day. You’re doing getting out more, you’re getting back to being relaxed when you’re home by yourself, and we’re back to where we were. You’ve made plenty of small steps. The rest will come, eventually.” She hoped that he was right as she truly wanted to move on without having those moments with her father weighing on her shoulders.

“I guess thinking about holidays, Easter and family, it just got me caught back up in thinking about my family and how screwed up things are. I have no relationship with either of my parents, and most of my family has made an outkast, not believing what I said. I…I don’t know….” Ryan’s heart could only break in hearing those words as it was still disturbing to see just how many people in her own family didn’t believe her when she expressed what happened.

“I know it’s tough to handle, but you also have to know that you always have a family in me. Plus, my parents absolutely adore you so you’re part of the family already. Then you have Elliott, Bubba, Shelby, Chris, and your girlfriends Jeni & Nells. I know it’s not the same as a family’s love persay, but you’re loved regardless. That’s what you should remember.” She shook her head, knowing that he was right. It felt good knowing that so many people were in her corner, as there were more beyond those that Ryan mentioned.

“I just wish things were different at times.”

“I know, and I understand.” He then rubs her back a little as they get back comfy together. “Now rather than think about the scary things, how about you think about the positives? Think about the fun times that you’re going to have this Easter weekend with my parents, from decorating eggs for the cousins to the fun & games. Think about the fun of getting to spend some time with me without interruptions.” She then turns back to face him, kissing his lips softly.

“I love you, Ryan.”

“I love you too, and I will always love you. Also, know that whenever you want to talk about your feelings, no matter what it is, you can tell me.” She shakes her head, understanding, before getting back comfy.

She slowly lets her eyes close, working at blocking out every negative thought that she can as she looks towards a glorious future with Ryan.

The Journey – Chapter 7: Shopping Trip

Four races in the books. Four solid finishes within the top-16 to currently sit eighth in points.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan wanted to be able to say that he had a top-10 finish, but he couldn’t complain. He knew the competition that he was up against, especially with the Cup drivers whom competed in the series. He also knew how his team was working hard to improve their cars to Joe Gibbs Racing’s level.

At least they were consistent and putting themselves in a solid position to start the year.

He glances up from the couch as he pats the cat, smiling as he watches Devon walk through the front door. He was caught off-guard when he got home and she wasn’t there, and he was even more caught off-guard as he noticed a simple small box in the bag that she held.

“So what was so important that you had to run out to the store?” He asks as he looks over at her. She then pulls the box out of the bag, showing him. “Tampons? You could’ve asked me to grab them.”

“Guys get all embarrassed over that kind of thing so I didn’t want to put you through that,” she offers as she comes and sits beside him on the couch. “Besides, I wanted to go do it myself. I want to get back into that flow of doing those things by myself without any problems.”  Ryan shook his head, understanding.

A simple trip to the store by herself was a small step in the right direction, in showing that she was growing more confident and healing from what had happened. The cat had helped in making her more comfortable at home in having someone to talk to, and hang out with. If she continued to take baby steps, maybe they could put it all behind them.

“I’m proud of you, honestly,” he tells her as he reaches over and gives her a kiss. “But you see too excited about buying a simple box of tampons.” That was understandable, as no girl was normally excited about that. However, it added an extra layer of happiness for her.

“I got my period this morning, okay? If you think about it – mid-month is normally my time. That’s when I got it last month. Therefore, all those things implemented by the doctor are working to get everything regu-”

“And that means that we’ll get to figuring out that right time of the month for the biggest chance for you to get pregnant, and hopefully you can have the baby that you’re dreaming of.” Devon shakes her head in agreement as Ryan smiles back in return. It seemed perfect and he couldn’t believe it.

He was always focused on racing, and doing what he had to do to make it to the top while having fun with his friends. There was no thought of having a relationship or building a future with someone.

He met Devon, and obviously things had changed.

They were now engaged, and talking about having a family together. He knew before he realized they’d be married. It was just a matter of planning the wedding.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” He questions as she simply looks over with a smile on her face.

“Have I told you lately how much I can’t wait for this weekend?” She asks and he shakes his head yes. It was hometown race weekend for Ryan, meaning his family and friends would be attendance. If there was any spot to get his first real strong run of the season, this was the weekend. He knew there was excitement for that, but also spending time with his parents. It seemed that since the off-season, Devon had grown to form a good relationship with his parents. He had no complaints, as he was close with his parents and knew having that with his fiancé was a good step for the future.

“Have I told you lately how much I hope that I can run well this weekend?”

“Have I told you lately how much I believe you will run well this weekend?” He then stands up and faces her with a smile on his face as he holds his hand out.

“Well then why don’t we go out to dinner and discuss this upcoming weekend?” She then takes his hand and stands up, to the protest of a meow from Snowball. “I think someone is in disagreement.”

“She’s just mad that she won’t get left overs from dinner tonight from someone.” A guilty grin forms on Devon’s face immediately as Ryan smiles. “Yep, I saw you sharing with the kitty.”

“There was no way that I was eating the tuna without letting her have someone. She’s too behaved to not get a treat.”

The Journey – Chapter 6: Atlanta

Thanks for my reviewers for the suggestion to start off this chapter.


Ryan picked up the little fluff ball and smiled as he rubbed his nose against its face.

Since the previous weekend at Daytona, he had a lot on his mind. He was thinking of how to make this weekend’s race at Atlanta much better, though also thinking about Devon. There was working everything out so she could get pregnant as they wanted, while working through the other issues that still remained.

He had turned to his teammates for advice once again, sharing the incident that happened over the weekend with her nervousness. When the teammates pressed for more details about her nerves, Ryan shared how they had been working at making it easier, though still found a couple hang-ups along the way.

“Maybe you should get her a pet,” Darrell suggests. “They say that animals can help calm and relax people, and keep them company. Perhaps that’ll help make it easier for her.”

Ryan originally scuffed off the idea, though stopping at the humane society on the way home changed his mind immediately. His eyes caught a 2-year-old cat that could only described as a white puff ball with the amount of fur that it had. A single glance into the eyes of the cat, and boom, he found his heart melting immediately. There was no way that he could walk out of there without the cat in his arms.

After signing the required papers, he left with the animal, adopted into his care. Now getting out of the truck at the house, holding the cat in his arms, he couldn’t wait to see his new friend with Devon.

He heads inside of the house, walking through as his senses immediately light up from the smell coming from the kitchen.

“I think someone is cooking a good dinner,” he says quietly to his little companion as he heads down the hall. He enters the kitchen, noticing the pot on the stove. “Something smells good. Whatcha cooking?”

“Chicken stir…,” Devon replies as she turns around to face Ryan, stopping mid-sentence as she notices the cat in his arms. “Is that a cat?” Ryan shakes his head yes.

“I know that you’ve been having a tough time dealing with everything and trying to move forward. I mentioned something to my teammates as we talk about everything, I hope you don’t min-”

“That’s fine Ryan….” It didn’t bother her as she knew that they could trust Darrell, Chris, Ricky and Trevor with details.

“Darrell suggested that I should get you a pet because sometimes they can help calm and relax, while keeping you company. I stopped at the humane society out of curiosity, and immediately fell in love with this little guy. He’s two-years-old. His name is Snowball.”  Devon walks over, looking into the little cat’s eyes. She found her heart melting as soon as she caught a glimpse of him, as well as at the gesture from Ryan.

“He’s certainly a snowball with all that fur, and he’s certainly got the most adorable eyes. I’ve never had a pet, but I think he’ll make a welcome edition to the family.” Ryan smiles as he looks up from the cat into Devon’s eyes. “Thank you for thinking of me – well, I have to thank Darrell for the suggestion, but thank you.”

“I want to help you move forward. I want to do whatever possible for you. If it includes getting a cat and taking care of him, then I’m willing to do that.” She then takes the cat from his arms, holding it her arms as she glances at it with a smile.

“I think he’ll make a great friend, Ryan.”


Another weekend under his belt into the season, another disappointing run that he had to face. Despite showing speed and looking like he’d contend for a top-10 finish, he would end up 16th virtue of a pit road speeding penalty.

Just like Daytona, another mid-pack finish and another day of coming short on expectations.

“It’ll get better,” Seth tries to instill in Ryan post-race, just as he did at Daytona. “We all make mistakes. It just takes practice in getting it better. We’ve made mistakes on pit road in the past. You’ve made your mistakes. We’ll go get them at Vegas. At least we know that we have speed.” Ryan just shakes his head, no smile even trying to peak through as it did at Daytona a week before.

“It just sucks,” he comments in response. “You guys worked so hard to give me a good solid car and I messed up. It sucks, period.” Seth walks over to his young driver, feeling the same disappointment and frustration.

“Just like I told you last week – I know it sucks and understand how you’re feeling. But, sulking your head all week isn’t going to do any of us any good. Let’s take what we learned and focus on this coming weekend at Las Vegas. We’re going to get a win this year and make the Chase. Let’s use this as learning and motivation.” Ryan shook his head simply in response, hoping that his crew chief was right on all accounts. Besides, it was just two races into the season. They had lots of time to make up the lost ground.

“See you Monday.” Ryan then walks away from his crew chief.

“Ryan!” Ryan then glances back at Seth. “You’re just going to walk away disappointed without any sign of hope buddy?” Ryan lets out a sigh and shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m trying, man, I’m trying. It’s just tough.” Seth could only sympathize as he glances over at Devon.

“You know how to make that boy happy so do us all a favor, okay?” She shakes her head yes as she wraps an arm around his waist.

“Don’t worry – I’ve got it under control Seth,” she assures the crew chief with a smile. “Come on Ryan.” The pair then walk away together as a bunch of hoots and hollers escape from the crew members; they all had a theory as to what the pair would be up to next.

The Journey – Chapter 5: Daytona

With everything that they’d gone through, it felt great to be returning back to normal in many ways.

They were getting their relationship back on track, they were working at getting things sorted out with her, and now they were returning back to their favourite normal – raceday.

Standing on the grid pre-race, Devon could only think back to last year at this time when she was sitting at home, watching the race on TV. She remembered hearing the name Ryan Reed, and immediately being intrigued to learn more about him. She could remember her heart fluttering a little when he graced the television, followed by cheering her heart out for him to win the race.

It was crazy to think that a year later, she now stood on pit road at the biggest track in all of racing ahead of the season opener, with Ryan as her boyfriend.

Unfortunately, though, the race didn’t go as well as she would’ve hoped or wanted. He would get damage early in the race, before following that up with an issue on pit road. Needless to say, a mid-pack finish was not what any of them were hoping for on the day.

“We’ll grow and get better from here,” Seth Barbour tells Ryan after the race. “The contact wasn’t your fault, and if you’re going to have an issue on pit road, might as well have it here and not later on in the season. We have the speed, we have the ability, and we have the chemistry. We’ll be fine.” Ryan gives his crew chief a small smile, though the disappointment showed. He had hoped to be apart of that fabulous final lap battle that happened.

“I know we’ll be fine,” Ryan comments in response. “It just sucks in the meanwhile.” Seth wraps his arm around his young driver’s shoulders, sympathizing with the comment.

“I know it sucks, trust me I feel like you’re feeling. Now let’s use that for motivation.” Ryan smiled and shook his head in agreement. Rather than fret upon what happened, it was time to push harder next week at Atlanta in hopes of a better finish.

“That’s the plan.” He then walks over to where Devon was standing to the side, pulling her close into a hug. “Are you ready to go?” Devon knew that he didn’t want to stick around and dread about the finish. He was already set to move forward and beyond.

“If you’re done with the team, we can go,” she tells him. He gives a glance back at Seth, who simply nods his head. The pair then head off together, set to put the day behind them. She gives his hand a simple squeeze, followed by a quick kiss, as they walk together with a small smile. “Let it go…”

“I can’t just let it go,” he tells her. “It’s disappointing. This is one of those races that I had marked on the calendar that I thought I could run really well and win. But yet, here we are.”

“It’s Daytona. Sometimes it goes your way, other times it doesn’t go your way. Like Seth said, you’ll get them next week.” He knew that he had to keep reminding himself of that as it’d be the only way possible to get away from what had just happened this past weekend.


The following Monday after any race brought forth a series of meetings that Ryan had to attend. It started off with a meeting of all the drivers and crew chiefs at Roush Fenway Racing, followed by a meeting with just his team. The key to these meetings was going through the weekend that had just past and dissecting it, and then figuring out how to do better at the next race.

While Ryan was busy with meetings, Devon had met up with Shelby in Bubba’s office, looking to sound off to her about some things that were on her mind.

“So remember how we talked about how I was moving forward and things were going smoothly?” She asks and Shelby shakes he head yes, remembering the discussion while Ryan was busy. “Well, it’s not going as well as I would’ve hoped. Ryan was going to go out after media day and spend time with Brett and Ryan (Truex), but ended up not going due to my nervousness about being alone at the hotel.”

“How did he figure out that you were nervous?” Shelby wonders as Devon lets out a sigh.

“I sort of let it show with concern of how long he’d be, and being a little quieter than normal.” Shelby could see that, having seen signs when her and Devon separated a couple weeks prior and she’d be alone for some time before Ryan got home.

“Given what you’ve been through, it’s normal to feel that way. Your mind plays tricks on you in giving you a sense that it’ll happen again and you’re vulnerable. It’s understandable, Devon. Lucky for you, you have a really understanding boyfriend.” Devon knew that she could in no way shape or form take Ryan for granted as that statement reigned true. It seemed Ryan would do anything for her.

“It’s just so frustrating, though!” Shelby could understand that, having seen how Devon was a very independent person who liked to do her own thing. Though she also knew that Devon liked to put walls up, and it was nice to see that Ryan could break them down and help her.

“I can understand why it’s frustrating. I get it. You don’t want to be controlled by something that you feel shouldn’t control you. But it takes time to get over those fears and concerns. Do you think someone who’s been seriously hurt in a car crash becomes comfortable riding in a car immediately? Do you think someone who has been in a plane crash just gets back in the plane right away? It takes time for the body and mind to realize that things will be okay. It’ll come…” Devon had heard that numerous times from many people, ranging from the doctors, to Ryan, to even talking with other friends. She wasn’t a patient person, though.

“But when?” Shelby wished that she could give Devon a clear answer to help her move forward comfortably.

“I don’t know, honestly. It’ll just depend on yourself and how your body & mind works at moving forward. Regardless, when you get frustrated, just realize how far you’ve come from what happened and hold on to the positives. You have a great boyfriend, everything else seems to be in order. It’ll happen.”

Devon wanted to believe what Shelby was telling her, and place belief that things would grow clearer in a matter of time. However, it kept feeling like there was a black cloud over her that’d never go away.

When would everything return back to normal?

The Journey – Chapter 4: Nervousness

“So where are you going?” Devon asks as she sits on the bed in the hotel room.

“I’m going out with Ryan (Truex) and the guys for awhile,” Ryan answers as he grabs his cellphone off of the table. “Is that okay?” Devon quietly shakes her head yes.

Since the attack, it had been a work of effort in growing comfortable in being by herself once again. It seemed that the smallest things made her nervous. In the beginning stages, she’d jump at the slightest sound and look over her back, wondering if someone was lurking.

Though slowly, she had become comfortable in being home by herself. She knew that the doors were locked and if a burglar or someone else showed up, she’d hear them break-in and be able to make an escape. Besides, that wasn’t very likely to happen anyway so it was a worry that quickly eased. There was something comfortable being home.

The ability to be comfortable was difficult to extend outside of the boundaries of the house, though. She still found herself worried of strangers in public while at the store, wondering if someone was planning on following her and doing something. She didn’t want to feel trapped as she was then.

As a result, being in the hotel room by herself while Ryan had some precious guy time following his media day festivities, it made her nervous. She didn’t know the people in the area. She didn’t know who was in the room to her left, who was in the room to her right, or below her. What if someone came into her hotel room? What if someone was there to catch a wondering female off-guard?

“How long are you going to be?” She asks quietly, the nervousness growing and now showing in her voice.

“Probably a couple hours,” he answers as he lies on the bed beside her. “You don’t seem like yourself. What’s wrong?”

“I’m fin-”

“I can tell otherwise, so why don’t you just tell me?” He could see the quietness and nervousness. He had already put the pieces together that she didn’t want to be at the hotel by herself. However, an important step in moving forward was admitting emotions, according to the experts. So as a result, he was waiting for her to admit it herself.

“I’m nervous about being here alone. I’m nervous that something is going to happen. I just don’t feel comfortable with it yet.” He then takes his hand into her own, as he glances over at his phone. He enjoyed his time with the guys, but he knew that it could wait. He could always work out another time to hang out with them when she had the ability to be comfortable, whether hanging with her friends at the same time or at home. He was willing to do what he could to take care and help her, as he didn’t want to hinder on the progress already made.

“Listen, it’s okay to admit it. You don’t need to be afraid to tell me these things. I can cancel with the guys and do it another time when it works for us both.” He then takes his phone, and texts Ryan and the others, letting them know the situation.

“I feel like I’m screwing everything up fo-” Ryan freezes mid-text and looks up at her.

“Hey, stop it. I don’t want to hea-”

“It’s true, though! I can’t do the simple things that everybody else can do. It’s not only messing with my plans, but yours as well.” He shakes his head no as he takes her hand into his own.

“You went through a big traumatic event. It’s bound to affect anybody. It’s going to take time to move forward. You’ve already made some big gains, too. You’re able to spend time at home by yourself, and have been getting out more. You’ve also got back to doing something that I love.” He then leans in and kisses her lips. “I love you, and I’ll do anything for you. I’m willing to be patient with you and spend time with you, and do things at your own pace.”

“But what about your friends?” He then finishes the text before tossing the phone aside.

“I don’t have to spend time with them today. We can spend time together some other time when it works for us both. I’m not willing to put you in an uncomfortable position. I’ll wait to spend time with them when you’re up to it. Maybe you can figure out some girl time with Shelby or Jenny, and I’ll work out time for Ryan and the guys then. You don’t need to worry. It’s okay. Besides, I’d rather spend the afternoon with you.” A small smile forms on her face. She hated being a hindrance on everything, but there was something about his words that immediately put her at ease.

“What did I do to deserve someone special like you?” He smiles, before kissing her lips once again.

“You captivated my heart in an instant with your sweetness. Now, what do you want to do today?” She shrugs her shoulders as she looks over at him.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He smiles, having a thought of his own. If they were going to down at Daytona and by the beach, there was something that they had to do.

“I think I have an idea of how we can spend the evening together.”

The Journey – Chapter 3: Girl Talk

While the boys were busy doing their Daytona media activities, it seemed like the perfect time for Devon and Shelby to have a girl’s day out together to discuss things, and have some fun.

“So, I don’t want to bring it up if you don’t wan-” Shelby starts as they eat lunch together.

“How I’m doing, the attack, and all those gory details?” Devon cuts her off and Shelby slowly shakes her head yes, agreeing. “It’s okay, we can talk about it. It’s better to talk about it as that way it helps it be easier to deal with and handle.” Shelby sits back surprised, as it was interesting to look at how reserved and quiet Devon was about things before, and how she was being open now.

“Are you sure?” Devon shakes her head yes. Through discussions about getting pregnant and getting further removed from what happened, it was becoming easier and easier for her to handle. There were certain moments where she’d get nervous about something, or have a nightmare, but those times were becoming less and less as she grew more comfortable. “Okay…”

“I still have my moments. I still have nightmare or two. I still have a flashback or two. There are certain situations that I can’t handle as they make it nervous. However, it’s getting better and easier. I’m able to talk about it more as we are here, and I’m able to start moving forward with each passing day.”

“That’s great to hear. I mean, I don’t know what else to say except I’m happy for you and Ryan.”  It brought a smile to her face as well as it was nice to be moving forward. Now it was just about making the rest of the pieces come together to truly make things right.

“I’m happy, too. I just wish that the rest was easier.” Shelby then looks at her a little confused. “I was told that I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant due to the scar tissue, but we’ve done our research and it is possible, as long as we’re careful. The only problem with that is my wonky cycle.”

“I can understand that. They say that the cycles are sometimes dependent on stress and other factors that can mess it up.” Devon shakes her head, having read that and heard it first hand from the doctor the other day.

“Now imagine sitting in a doctor’s office getting an explanation of how the ovulation cycle works, and how to tell the best times to get pregnant and all that for that reason.” The thought only brought a chuckle to Shelby’s mind as she could imagine the lack of maturity of men coming into play here. “What?”

“So how mature was Ryan when it came to the gory details?” Devon was actually surprised in what she was about to say, given what she had expected.

“He was better behaved than I thought. He didn’t make those unfamiliar responses, or shy away. He was very mature about it.” Shelby shook her head in disbelief.

“That’s a surprise.”

“Well come on now, we’re talking about Ryan here. Now if it was Bubba, we may be in trouble.” Shelby chuckles and shakes her head in agreement, knowing how some of the other serious discussions had turned with him. It was even worse when Ryan or Chase were around. “It was actually a good experience. There’s no magic answer, but we have suggestions and way to get things so I’m regular and than that way it is easier to track.”

“Such as?”

“Reducing the stress in my life, so in the other words, doing what we’re doing and talking about things, getting further away from that. Beyond that, some relaxation exercises, regular exercise in general and taking some nutritional supplements as supposedly that was off as well.”

“So with doing all that to get your cycle regular so you can tell when your day 12-14 are in your cycle, you should be able to get pregnant?” Devon shakes her head yes. “So in other words, I should be planning for a baby shower later this year?” Devon rolls her eyes.

“I’m not doing a big baby shower, or party or anything. A small get-together with friends is all that I need.” Shelby puts her hands up, fine with that.

“And wedding planning?” Devon rolls her eyes as she hadn’t even thought about that. However, it seemed that everybody else was, ranging from Shelby to Ryan’s mom Karla.

“Can we not talk about that? I’m happy being engaged right now and working on everything else. We can deal with that later on.” Shelby couldn’t help but smile, though. She was always the life of party, and liked planning events. It was why she was set to get started right away.

“It doesn’t mean that we can’t look at dresses and think of ideas, right?” Devon rolls her eyes.

“And I thought that this would be a simple way to spend time with my friend.”