Welcome Home//Rick Sanchez X Reader

14) Ending

You open your front door, only to get tackled by Morty, who starts weeping into your shirt. You hug him back, lightly playing with his hair as you look around the room for an answer.

You gulp and gently push Morty away, then kneel down, placing your hands on his shoulders, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Morty chokes on his tears, wiping as much away as possible with his palms, but doesn't give an answer. You sigh, then hug Morty again.

You lift him up as his legs wrap around your waist. You give Rick the 'get answers' look and walk outside, to your patio, where you take a seat on the couch, still hugging Morty like a baby.

"Shhhh..." you gently run your hand up and down on Morty's back, rocking back and forth slowly as the little boy cries into your shoulder.

Rick looks at Beth, Bethany and Jerry, who are all glaring at one another with their arms folded.

"What happened?" Rick hisses at them as he walks in, slamming the door after him with his foot, since he's holding the bag and facing the child-like adults.

Beth scoffs, "Jerry is a dumbass." she says, glaring daggers at the man, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Yeah, I know that already." Rick rolls his eyes, "Wh(burp)at did he do this t-time?"

"I don't know!" Jerry yells, throwing his arms up, "I just told them how I love them, then they asked who I loved more an~"

"Jerry, you fucken dumbass!" Rick snaps, giving Jerry a death stare.

You gently push Morty away, just to look at him. He calmed down a little, but still cries. He sniffs softly as you carry on rubbing his back.

"Sweetie, are you ok? What happened?" you ask. Morty starts crying some more.

"B-B-Beth and d-dad are getting a di-divorce and Bethany m-m-might get on-ne." Morty stutters. You pull Morty back into your embrace, feeling bad for him.

"Oh, honey..." you kiss Morty's cheek, holding him tight in your arms, "I'm so sorry." you whisper. Morty holds balls of your shirt as he sniffs and sobs, "Where's Summer?"

"I-i-in h-her room." Morty answers, breathing heavily. You sigh, rubbing his back gently.

"It's going to be ok, sweetie." you whisper, hugging your crying grandson in your calming embrace, "If you want, you could stay here for another week. I don't mind."

"R-r-really?" Morty whimpers, pulling away from you. You give him a warming smile, wiping some tears away with your thumbs.

"Really." you kiss Mortys forehead, "Now, let's wash your face, ok?" Morty nods and gets off your lap. You stand up and walk to the door, but freeze once you feel Morty's hand slip into yours.

You look down at him with a small smile before walking inside, trying to ignore the arguing adults in the hallway.

Morty whimpers, closing his eyes while being taken to the downstairs bathroom by you. You open the bathroom door and let go of Morty's hand as he walks in.

"Morty." he turns around and looks up at you, "I'm gonna check on Summer. Don't hurt yourself." you say. Morty nods.

"Ok, grandma (y/n)." he's about to close the door, but you push it wide open again, causing the teenager to look up at you with confused eyes.

"Promise me that you won't hurt yourself. Please." you demand in a soft tone, your hand, which is on the door, shakes slightly.

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(flashback)

You sit on the bathroom floor, feeling numb. Your eyelids slightly hang over your eyes as a heavy sigh escapes your lips.