23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first.
The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While...
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"Samir! You seen my other slides? My work slides," Morgan asked, walking into the her bathroom where he was buttoning up his shirt. She had been back to work for a two and half weeks now and it was mid November. They'd just celebrated Julian's 25th birthday a few weeks ago and hers was up next, right after Thanksgiving.
"Baby, you left 'em in my car last night. I'm almost ready, you good?" he asked. She was very excited to be back at work and he could very clearly tell.
"Oh, you right I did. Okay, yeah, I'm ready. You like my scrubs?" she smiled, doing a little spin in front of him. He chuckled at her and grabbed her waist once she was back facing him, pulling her close to him. She wore he black bottoms and a white top with little multi colored hearts all over it. All the nurses in the wing where she worked got to wear colorful scrubs on Friday's and she was always happy for that day to come.
"I love them," he smirked, kissing her on the forehead and twice on the lips. "How long you working today? Please say 9," his tone suddenly turned stern.
"No...I took a half. I'm working 12, but don't be mad! It's my last one for the week," she rushed out. Samir sighed slightly and turned back to the mirror and fixing whatever he had left to fix. He had another few meetings and interviews today and then their grand opening would be Sunday evening.
"Mir, don't be mad, babe," she pleaded, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I'm not mad at you, baby. I'm nervous, you been working 12 and 15 hour shifts for two weeks straight. You been working more than you been sleeping, more than you been eating. That shit is unhealthy, ma," he stressed. Every time she left the house he knew she probably wouldn't be seeing her till the next morning or so.
"Samir, I just can't not work. I have bills, I have my brother and I'm still saving up for a car. My daddy is coming home soon hopefully and I'm getting him set up here. Life not gon' slow down for me," she said, as they both exited the bathroom and began walking down to the garage, to his car.
"You right, life ain't slowing down for nobody but you're gonna make yourself sick, Morgan. Ask for help if you need it baby, you got people willing to help you," he said, opening the door for her to get in the truck.
"I won't need someone to help me if I can just do it myself, Mir. I can get everything I need on my own and I have been doing so. I'm back on my feet, so now that can continue. I'll be fine," she stated simply. Feeling that this discussion had the potential to make him more upset than it should, he nodded, turning the radio up, continuing on his way to drop her off at work.
When they pulled up to the hospital, he leaned over the console to give her a kiss before she left. Although he was thoroughly aggravated with her and her stubborn nature, he knew better than anyone that anything could happen.
"I love you, have a good day, babe," she smiled, kissing him again.
"You too, baby. I love you too," he nodded as she jumped out the car, waving one more time before she entered the hospital. He sighed again, trying to rid himself of negative thoughts on his way to Inkbox for his last two interviews.
