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, come on! I am not trying to miss this flight," a very impatient Morgan called throughout their apartment. It was going on 9:30 in the evening and they had to be at the airport at 10:45.
"You can't miss a flight on a private jet, Morgan," he chuckled, pulling his suitcases to the living room.
"I'm sure you can babe. They'd just leave our late asses in the airport and send it back for us when everyone else is safe and sound in the Bahamas," she sassed, grabbing her house keys from the dish as they started down to the garage.
Once they made it down, there was a black truck waiting on them in the garage, and a man who looked like he worked for the Secret Service helped them put their bags in the car. They sat, listening to music in the car, Samir laying his head on Morgan's shoulder. Whenever he didn't drive, he slept in the car.
"Mir, it's a 35 minute ride, are you really 'bout to sleep?
"Hell yes, 35 minutes is still a nap," he said, snuggling into the crook of her neck. She simply shook her head, looking at the lights whizz past her as they drove on the freeway.
It'd been a year and eight months since Elijah got drafted and everything seemed to move so quickly after that. The saints made it to the playoffs that season but unfortunately lost their chance to get a ring against the Falcons. He was a bit upset at first but is now determined to come back harder next season.
Talia had her baby girl, Taylin Maliya Halleck on January 14, and she was gorgeous. She was eleven months old now, and walking all on her own, terrorizing her big brother whenever she got the chance. She was a light baby, just like Tristan but her hair was much thicker and kinkier, which Talia and the rest of the girls loved, and she absolutely loved getting her hair washed and styled. She loved dressing up and knew how to pose already.
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Tristan was now 5 years old and a complete handful. He just recently started kindergarten and was running his classroom. Everyone wanted to be his friend and he wanted to be everyone's friend the moment he stepped into class. Morgan and Talia both cried on his first day of school, and he assured them he'd be okay, and he was better than that.
