bubba || c.b

13

Morgan's POV

The elevator doors closed and I let out a huff, I feel my cheeks burning. I look down toward Mia and she is giving me the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen.

"What?" I ask in a whisper.

"Nothing." she replies smugly, turning away from me.

We reach the lobby and step out. When I say there is literally nowhere for us to walk or stand comfortably, I mean it. There has to be at least 500 people here and I can tell it is getting to Mia. She grips my hand a little tighter and tries to distract herself by tracing my tattoos again. I've grown to learn that is something she does when she is either nervous or tired.

"You good?" I look down at her.

"Yeah." she looks at me with those big brown eyes.

"Alright let's go, pay attention, and don't let go of my hand." And with that, we start making our way through the crowd. I keep my head down and push through to the entertainment room, that based on the email confirmation I had received is where everything will be held. You would think people would make space for me after seeing a terrified little girl gripping onto me for dear life. But no, all they are worried about is getting a few pictures with their internet love interests.

I can't say anything, if I were their age in their position I would be doing the same. But right now all I care about is getting Mia to our destination safely. And that is what I did, muttering a few "excuse me's" and giving slight smiles as a thank you, in return I got dirty looks thrown my way, and my confidence dwindled slightly after each one.

No. I am not going to let these little girls ruin this trip. I am going to plaster a smile on my face for Mia. This is for her.

We finally make it to the door and I push it open, and to my dismay, there are even more people. Lines wrap around the room with teenagers waiting to meet content creators and I make my way to the sign with Sam and Colby's name on it. I stop us at the end of the line and sigh.

"We made it chunk." I say, directing my attention back to Mia.

"We are gonna be standing here forever Morgan." she says with a slight pout.

"It will be worth it, stay positive!" I say while trying to take my own advice.

Inside, I am shitting bricks. Nervous as all hell, not to meet the boys like I expected- because we already have. But the amount of people in here makes me want to find a vacant corner, curl up in a ball, and die.

Everyone here is beautiful, hair and makeup done perfectly, dressed in their cutest outfits. And here I am, with my frizzy, curl hair, and no make up due to the overly excited 11 year old that was rushing me out of our room. I was lucky enough to brush my teeth.

We have been standing in this line for an hour, have not moved. I am exhausted, and I know Mia is too judging by her cuddled into my stomach with her eyes closed. When planning this trip, I didn't take into consideration how draining it would be on the both of us.

I outstretch my arms toward her and mutter a "come on" before lifting her under the armpits, settling her on my hip, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her nose nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I feel light breaths, signaling what I hope is her sleeping as we are going to be here for a while.

15 minutes later, I hear screaming- my head shoots up from Mia's shoulder and everyone in this room is jumping up and down with their phones out and aimed toward the door.

I turn my head and there they are, the 26 year old men have the biggest smiles on their faces while scanning the room. I can't even imagine being in their shoes. Having all of these people here to support them, sporting their merch, spending all of this money just for a quick hi and bye conversation.

Sam is having a conversation with a group of fans, but Colby is still scanning the room. His eyes land on my tired one, and his eyes fill with concern. I give a small smile, trying to signal that I am fine and he relaxes, turning his attention back to the fans in front of him. They make their way down the line, greeting as many people as possible. He takes a few glances my way as they get closer.

They reach me, and Colby makes grabby hands in Mia's direction who is still sleeping in my arms.

"Sleeping." I say loud enough for him to hear as I rock back and forth slightly.

I expected that to cause him to move on to the next group of fans but it doesn't. Instead, he puts one hand on my shoulder that isn't occupied by Mia's head and he leans down toward her, peppering little kisses all over her chubby cheek and rubbing her back soothingly.

"Wake upppppp my Mia, lemme see those big brown eyesss" he sings in her ear.

At first, she swats him away, pushing at his chest, which causes his grip on my shoulder to tighten. But finally she whips her head up, almost like she forgot where she was, and rubs her eyes. The look of utter confusion makes Colby and I laugh.

"Bubs" she says in a sleepy whisper as she unwraps her arms from my neck and reaches for him.

I roll my eyes, this brat forgets who I am as soon as this man is within a mile radius of her.

He happily obliges and untangles her from me to settle on his own hip.

"I missed you." Mia says as she hides her face in his neck, little shit is probably trying to go back to sleep.

"Missed you too." he replies.

I hear coos and aw's all around us. I keep my head down because I know at least one person has their phone out, recording this whole thing. Colby hasn't taken his eyes off of me since he took Mia from my hold.

"I have to go pretty girl, I'll see you up there." he mutters in her ear.

And with one last kiss on the cheek, Mia is back in my arms.

"You too." he says, pointing at me with a smirk.

I just nod my head in response, him moving onto the next group of fans.

Another half hour, my arms are killing me due to the 50 pound child wrapped around my front like a koala- but I can finally see the end. I can witness Sam and Colby greeting each and every fan with hugs, them choosing which pose they want to do for their picture. The smiles haven't left either of their faces.

This shit makes me so happy. I am so glad that they aren't assholes who take their supporters for granted. They genuinely look like they are enjoying themselves.

And I know, I made the right decision in deciding these were the two boys I was going to pine over for the past 7 years, and probably the rest of my life.