My Father Is Who?!: An E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Fourteen: And The Grass Wont Pay No Mind.

Our week in Memphis was coming to a close, and while we were all having a great time, I could tell daddy was longing for home. It wasn't only him, though. I missed the way the air smelled, I missed the wheat field dancing along with the rhythmic sound of the wind whistling through the trees. I missed all of it. Chelsea didn't want to go home, that meant she had to stop seeing Cody. For the last week, they had spent every night together despite daddy’s mutters of disapproval. Momma had merely turned the other cheek on it all. Aaron was beginning to look like Aaron again as the days drew on. From button up silk shirts and funky bell bottoms to torn up flannels and ripped up faded jeans and his cowboy boots. Some days I missed my Elvis, but he still sang sweet but silly songs to me from yesterdays when love was still real.

Momma and daddy were becoming closer as a couple, not that they were ever drifting apart. They loved each other in every way. We were all just ready to go home to our lives, to our beds, to what we missed the most. I enjoyed life in Memphis, but after two long weeks, I realized that this lifestyle is not for me.

"Aaron." I called from the back bedroom.

"Where are you?" He called back to me. His voice sounded off in the distance. He was groggy.

"I'm in the bedroom." I hollered back. Chelsea, mom and dad had left to see one of Cody's shows and Aaron and I had chosen to stay home. We were both over tired. We were going to relax and pack our things to go home.

Aaron stormed into the room and fell on the bed. His green hues were lined in dark red, making him look exhausted. "What's up baby?" He asked in a deep grumble.

"I love you." I breathed.

"I love you, too. Are you ready to go home and go back to school?" He asked, rolling onto his side. He rested his head in his hand, staring at me with loving eyes.

"I am more than ready to go home. You have no idea. I miss Getlow, and my friends, and the farm and I am even starting to miss Mary." We both cringed at the thought of anyone missing Mary.

"Only one more day until we can go home to everyone and everything that we miss." He reminded me, reaching to take my hand in his own. He thought for a moment and then let his eyes fall to the floor, “Not that I want to go home,” he stated with a quiet sigh, “because once I get home I have to say goodbye to my family. I’ll miss them but you and your parents and your sister are my family now because I’m going to marry you one day, Dahlia Marie.” He said, looking up at me through his thick brown eyelashes.

I folded my hand in his and pushed the suitcase aside that was laid out in front of me to sit down, "I kind of feel sorry for Chelsea. She has to leave Cody behind." I said quietly, "I couldn't imagine leaving you here." I told him, honestly, trying to ignore his comment about marrying me. I knew he would but I was far to young to think of that kind of thing.

Aaron smirked half heartily and gave my hand a soft squeeze, "You don't have to leave me anywhere if you don't want to, I promise." He said softly. His exhaustion was doing a number on him, we could both tell. He pulled me closer to him and inhaled deeply, allowing my scent to fill his nostrils. I slid into the spot beside him and rested my head against his chest, listening to his steady heart beat. His chest began to rise and fall at a steady rate indicating that he had fallen asleep.

When I knew he had passed all the way out and would remain this way for a long while, I slipped away from his grip and went back to sorting clothing from the laundry basket in the bathroom. Aaron slept contently like a small child wrapped up in a blanket. I was going to miss the birthplace of Elvis Presley, he was an interesting man. Momma said that Elvis was with us the entire time we were here but I'm not sure I believed it. People said they knew when Elvis entered the room, but I never felt his spirit. I didn’t think this is where he forever remained.