"How long until your bike is fixed, again?" The brunette peered over at the man beside her with a huff. It wasn't that she didn't love her car, it was a birthday present for her 17th and she'd adored the little bug since the day she got it. And then she met Nashville. Her time spent in her little blue bug was better spent nuzzled in between Nash's shoulder blades while on the back of his bike with the wind blowing her dark curls behind her. It was freeing and new, and something that never got old. Huffing slightly, the young woman leaned back in her seat and stretched her legs over the space between herself and her boyfriend before resting them across Nash's lap, her hand on the slight bump in her stomach that was all too evident in her current angle. Maybe it was safer for her to be in a car in her state anyhow, her mother had certainly sprouted off her thoughts of her pregnant daughter on the back of a bike...