Stars on Broadway - Morgan Wallen

Chapter 94 - A New beginning

The farmhouse was quiet in the early morning light, the soft hum of birdsong drifting through the open windows. Georgie stirred in bed, her eyes slowly blinking open as the sun crept over the horizon. She rolled over, stretching out in the soft sheets, her hand instinctively resting on the nightstand where she had placed something important the night before.

Her engagement ring.

She stared at it for a moment, the tiny glint of the diamond catching the early sunlight. For months, it had sat there, untouched—a symbol of love and promises that had felt too distant to hold onto. But now, everything felt different.

Georgie's heart ached, but not with the same heaviness that had been there before. The time she and Morgan had spent rebuilding their relationship, sharing their music, and writing their way back to each other had changed things. She wasn't afraid anymore. She knew she was ready. Ready to forgive. Ready to move forward. Ready to be with him in the way she had always wanted.

Sitting up, Georgie reached for the ring. The cool metal felt familiar against her skin as she slipped it back onto her finger. She stared at it for a long moment, her heart racing with the weight of what it meant. This wasn't just a piece of jewelry—it was a promise. A promise she was finally ready to make again.

Taking a deep breath, Georgie stood up and made her way down the hallway, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floors. She found Morgan in the kitchen, his back to her as he poured a cup of coffee. The sight of him, standing there in the quiet morning light, made her heart swell with love.

Without saying a word, Georgie stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his back. Morgan froze for a second, surprised by the sudden embrace, but then he relaxed, leaning back into her warmth.

"Morning, G," he said softly, his voice still rough from sleep.

"Morning," she whispered, her arms tightening around him. For a few moments, they just stood there, wrapped in each other, the world outside fading into the background.

After a minute, Morgan turned around to face her, his eyes searching hers. "You okay?"

Georgie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she held up her left hand, the engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "I put it back on," she said, her voice soft but steady.

Morgan's eyes dropped to the ring, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he didn't say anything, just stared at the small band of metal that carried so much meaning. Then, slowly, his eyes met hers again. "Does that mean...?"

"It means I'm ready," Georgie said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm ready to forgive. I'm ready to move forward. I want us to get back on track, to be where we were before everything happened. I want us to have that future we talked about, Morgan."

Morgan reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing against her cheek. His eyes were filled with something deep, something she hadn't seen in a long time—hope. "You really mean that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Georgie nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I do. I want to forgive and forget. I don't want to keep looking back at what happened. I want us to start fresh. To focus on each other. And... I want to start planning our wedding."

A slow smile spread across Morgan's face, his eyes lighting up with the kind of joy that made Georgie's heart soar. "You're serious?"

"I'm serious," she said, laughing through her tears. "I want us to do this, Morgan. I want us to take a step back from everything else and just focus on us. On being together."

Morgan pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him, as if afraid she might disappear. His voice was thick with emotion as he whispered into her hair, "I've been waiting to hear you say that for so long."

Georgie closed her eyes, her heart overflowing with love and relief. This was it. This was what she had been holding out for. She wasn't afraid anymore. She wasn't doubting whether they could make it work. She knew now, deep in her bones, that they were stronger than the mistakes, stronger than the hurt.

They were whole again.

Later that morning, they sat together at the kitchen table, mugs of coffee in hand, the sun streaming through the windows. It felt easy between them now, like the weight that had been hanging over them had finally lifted. There were no more unspoken words, no more tension. Just the two of them, ready to face whatever came next.

"We've been on this crazy ride for so long," Georgie said, stirring her coffee absently. "I think we both need a break."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully. "A break from what?"

"From everything," she said, looking up at him. "The tours, the recording, the pressure. I've been thinking... maybe we take a step back from our careers for a while. Just focus on each other. Take a year off, get out of the spotlight for a bit, and really focus on us."

Morgan leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look on his face. "You'd really want to do that?"

Georgie nodded, her eyes soft but serious. "Yeah. I mean, don't get me wrong—I love the music. I love performing. But right now, I want to focus on us. I want to plan our wedding, spend time together, maybe even travel. We've been going non-stop for so long. Maybe it's time we take a breath."

Morgan was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. "I think that's the best idea I've heard in a long time."

Georgie grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "Let's do it. Let's take a year. Just us. We'll plan the wedding, maybe take some time to ourselves, figure out what we want our life to look like going forward."

A warmth spread through Georgie's chest at his words. This was it. This was the future she had always wanted. A future with him, without the noise and the chaos of their careers pulling them in different directions. Just them, together.

"I love you," she said softly, squeezing his hand.

Morgan smiled, his eyes shining. "I love you too."

That afternoon, they wandered around the farmhouse, talking about their plans for the next year—how they'd slow down, take time for themselves, and most importantly, plan their wedding. Georgie felt lighter than she had in months, her heart full of hope and possibility.

As the day wore on, they found themselves in the backyard, the studio standing as a silent reminder of all they had been through. But now, it felt like something more—like a symbol of everything they had built and everything they would continue to build together.

Morgan wrapped an arm around Georgie's shoulders, pulling her close as they stared out at the rolling hills beyond the farmhouse. "We're gonna be okay, G," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Georgie smiled, leaning into him, the cool breeze ruffling her hair. "Yeah," she said softly. "We are."

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Georgie knew that this was just the beginning of their next chapter. The chapter where they put each other first, where they built a life together that was stronger than anything that had come before.

A life full of love, of music, and of endless possibilities.

They were ready.