bubba || c.b

7

Morgan's POV

Shit, shit, shit, shit

I am completely fucked. I couldn't even look him in the eye for 5 seconds. I'm so dumb. Something I have been quite literally dreaming about since 2016, 7 god damn years- just happened and I could not have looked stupider.

All I want to do right now is climb into bed, curl up in a ball, and die. My heart is pounding, I am still hot.

But instead I plaster a smile on my face and walk into the the room Mia and I will be occupying for the next 4 days.

She is jumping on the bed with her hands in the air, chanting "BUBBA, BUBBA, BUBBA". That fucking name.

I now regret giving him that nickname years ago when she struggled to say Colby's correctly. Always said "Cody".

I roll my eyes and give her a stern look, I don't even have to say it- she drops her knees onto the mattress and looks at me happily. I know she sees the tears in my eyes that I am trying very hard not to let slide down my cheeks.

She extends her arms out to me, I practically run to the bed and grab her, laying down and cuddling her, squeezing her like my life depended on it. I let a few tears fall.

"Thank you." she whispers.

"For what?" I ask.

"For bringing me." she says.

"No. I did this for you. I wouldn't want it any other way." I am getting way to emotional, we haven't even been here an hour yet.

"I love you."

"Mhm. Now go take a shower so we can go explore this place." I say pulling back from our embrace to look at her face.

"Help me pick out an outfit?" she jumps up and heads for the suitcase that is still sitting by the door.

I do the same, pull it to the middle of the room and flip it open.

"Go get started and I will bring them into the bathroom."

She doesn't respond, but just does as I say.

I am so grateful for this little girl.