Find My Way Home [m×m; mpreg]

twenty five

The yellow light embedded in the corner of my phone goes off and I stares blearily at it before reaching for it. I clutch it in my hand and open the text, heart hammering inside my chest when I see who it's from. A sense of relief washes over me as I read it and read it again.

From: Bubba

To: Morgan

Monday, August 18, 2036

Good morning, bambi. I don't know if your parents took your phone away as punishment, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay [8:03]

From: Morgan

To: Bubba

Monday, August 18, 2036

G. morning, Bubba. Dad didn't take my phone away but I can't go out... I can't do much of anything [8:04]

From: Bubba

To: Morgan

Monday, August 18, 2036

I figured as much and I know you're upset, but it'll be okay. They need time, I think we do too. How are you feeling btw? How's the nausea? [8:06]

I tilt my head to the side wondering what he means by "we do too". Deep down, though, I know he wants me to have some space, to clear my head and think about what I really want. The thing about Ian that will never change, is his insecurity. He, like my parents, always wanted what was best for me and I think he believes he's not it. But he's wrong, so wrong.

From: Morgan

To: Bubba

Monday, August 18, 2036

'm okay. Nausea's kind of always there, but I'm not throwing up anymore... I'm actually a bit tired [8:08]

From: Bubba

To: Morgan

Monday, August 18, 2036

You didn't sleep, did you? [8:08]

My cheeks heat up, how would he know?

A second text arrives.

From: Bubba

To: Morgan

Monday, August 18, 2036

I didn't either, couldn't close my eyes without immediately thinking of you, picturing you curled up in bed crying and upset [8:09]

I frown at my phone. I may or may not have cried a little... or a lot if the puffiness of my eyes is anything to go by, but the last thing I want is for Ian to feel guilty.

From: Bubba

To: Morgan

Monday, August 18, 2036

I'm sorry [8:09]

From: Morgan

To: Bubba