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fifty

I smile at the top of the bunk.

"I wish I could just skip until we get married and have a kid.", i say not thinking about what I'm actually saying.

"Me too. But if you're patient I promise you'll be mrs. knight and have a little one running around.", he says.

My eyes light up, "Do you really mean that? You wanna have a kid?"

"Of course, I need to pass my geniusness down somehow.", he says and I roll my eyes playfully.

"Can I have my phone?", i ask him.
It's behind him.

"Nah.", he says and lays on top of it.

"Rude.", i say trying to push him over.

He starts laughing and grabs my wrists gently.

"Can I have my phone pleaseeee.", i ask like a little kid.

He readjusts his grip on my wrists to make sure he's not hurting me.
"You have to get it."

I try to get my hands out of his grip and I try to roll over on my back, but I'm met with the edge of the bed.

As I begin to fall off of the bed Awsten reaches over and helps pull me back up.

Somehow I end up on top of him.

"Thanks.", i say quietly, noticing how close our faces are.

Instead of answering me, he kisses me.
It begins to get heated as he pulls me forward, causing me to straddle his waist.

"Nova.", i hear someone call from the lounge.
I begin to climb off of Awsten's body but he pulls me back.

"I."
kiss.
"Love."
kiss.
"You."
kiss.

I smile at him.
"I love you too."

He helps me get out of the tangled mess of a bunk and I walk into the lounge to find Alex smirking at me.

"What?", i ask.

"No sex while a child's on the bus. Or me. I don't wanna hear that."

I laugh, "What do you mean?"

"Y'all were quiet back there, too quiet.", he says holding back a smile.

"Whatever.", i say.

"Can you at least wait until we're off the bus?"

"If I must, mom.", I joke and go back to my bunk.

"What did he want?", Aws asks.

"Just being a jerk as usual.", I chuckle.

Awsten starts kissing my shoulder and works his way to my neck when my phone goes off.

I groan, "I have to go."

He frowns, "But baby I'm gonna miss you."

"Come with meee."

"Where are you going?", he asks.

"I have to put the new merch in the books.", I explain.
We have to write the size and number of how many of that size there are for every shirt and put it in the merch book. It's exhausting.

"Okay.", he says.

I get up from my warm and comfortable bunk and go into the bathroom with my suitcase.

I put on black leggings with white stripes down the side, a random band hoodie, and heeled boots.
I don't bother too much with makeup other than mascara and covering red spots.