Home

22 2 0
                                    

Jason's pov

Luke was performing. It was the last day of the cruise. "I believe most people are good and most Mamas oughta qualify for sainthood. I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium lights. I believe ya love who ya love, ain't nothin' you should ever be ashamed of, I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks! I believe most people are good." I tiredly laid my head on the table.

Miranda's pov

Jason looks miserable. "Let's head to bed. Come on kids." As soon as we get back to our room, my poor exhausted husband is fast asleep.

*The next day*

"Home sweet home." I say, setting the bags down. Jason was on the phone trying to get a new tour set up. "Boys take your clothes to your room." I say. "Hey Mom, Jenny called can I go to her house for a sleepover?" I smile and hug Sam. "Are her parents gonna be around?" "Yeah." "You can go then." "As long as there's no boys." Jason says getting off the phone. I laugh quietly. "Well there's Jenny's ten  year old brother." Jason smiles. "You can go kiddo." He says. Jenny's mom picks her up. "Have fun." I say waving. "See ya." "You doing okay?" I ask. He nods. He hugs me. "I'm doing alot better. It's good to be home." I smile. "I love you, Jase." "I love you too."

A Missed ConcertWhere stories live. Discover now