Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 2: Murdoc's POV

    I woke up and checked the clock. It was just 3am. Stu wasn't in my arms anymore. He was gone. I sighed. The poor boy loves to worry. I slipped on a pair of pajama pants, grabbed my cigarettes and lighter and stepped outside.
    "Hey babe. You okay?" I asked as I lit up a cig.
    "I-I guess, Mudz. I'm just real scared," he stuttered like a child who had just gotten yelled at.
    "Scared of what?"
    "It's nothin'," Stu said and turned away from me.
    "Baby, look at me," I said.
    "No,' he replied. I was starting to get worried.
     "Please. Look at me." He shook his head "no".
    "D, look at me!" I said sternly and grabbed his arm. I pulled him towards me. He had tears running down his cheeks. His blood-filled eyes were glazed over. He wrapped his arms around me and began sobbing loudly.
    "Murdoc. I-I-I don't wanna lo-oose youuu!" He stumbled over his words.
    "Baby, shhh," I said, putting his arms over my shoulders and gently swaying with him. "It's okay, hun. Daddy's here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)," I whispered to him. "If you could see the way he loves me, then maybe you would understand," I started to sing to him. He slowly looked up. "Why I feel this way about our love and what I must do. If you could only see how blue his eyes can be when he says...," I knew this song would make Stuart feel better. It always did. It was our song. I only changed the lyrics a little.
    "When he says he loves me," we both sang as Stu stopped crying.
    "I love you, Murdoc," he spoke quietly.
    "I love you more. I wouldn't hit just anyone with my car," I smiled at him. He laughed. I'm glad I could cheer him up for now. I knew his anxieties would come back later but at least he's fine tonight. "Come on. Let's go back to bed," I said and kissed the top  of his head.
    We went back inside and I ripped those damn pants off. No dick room at all. Oh that's why. I just realized they were Noodle's. I threw them back on the floor next to the pants I was supposed to grab that were actually mine. I crawled back into bed and cuddled Stu. Everything was quiet and I assumed he was asleep. He turned around to face me.
    "Can we stay in a hotel tomorrow?" He asked.
    "I guess so. Why?" I replied, about to fall asleep.
    "Well if we're in the bus and everyone's around, how am I supposed to ride you like a Harley?" He giggled. My eyes popped open.
    "Of course we can stay in a hotel! WE CAN GO RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT!" I eagerly stated.
    "Nah. I'm tired. Tomorrow night," he smiled and cuddled up to me.
    "I can wait, I guess," I sighed.