MacFarlane X Glory (6): The Final Journey

Chapter 20 (2)

Glory's POV

3 months later, the pandemic got worse. More people were dying and we still didn't have a damn vaccine. Not to mention the whole Black Lives Matter happening more so than ever before. I've noticed Seth has been working a lot more than usual. Like way more than I ever seen him do in the past. I was afraid of him overworking himself to the state of exhaustion.

I went upstairs to check up on him and he was recording his new series for Peacock TV where it's a stay at home variety show, featuring a few well known celebrities. Two weeks have passed and I sat next to Seth on the couch, as he was watching TV. The boys weren't out right now, as they were currently out with their friends.

"Hey, boo." I smiled, placing my hand on Seth's shoulder.

"Hi." He responded, his eyes glued to the screen. He was fixated the news and it made me roll my eyes as I turned the TV off. "What the hell was that for?" He yelled.

"Seth, I'm worried about you." I explained to him.

"Is it about me working hard?" He swallowed something.

"How did you know?"

"I'm smarter than you think. Glory, I promise I'm eating well and taking 15 minutes breaks as I can."

"You swear?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Jesus Christ, Seth. Not that swear."

"Hehe."

The next day later, we were playing very loud music in the house as we were having sex so that way the boys don't hear the bed creaking, the moaning and thrusting.

"FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" Seth screamed so loudly, feeling sweaty and hot.

"That was wonderful." I bit my lip seductively, raising my eyebrows.

"We should start a rock band one day." He snickered.

"What for?" I asked.

"Our sex lives. We call it The Sex Gods." He grinned, laughing hysterically.

"Okay. But first, you need to promise me that you don't yell out sexual stuff as part of the lyrics." I reluctantly agreed.

"Got it. GENITAL WARTS!" He screamed, using Peter Griffin's voice in that last part. I rolled my eyes at Seth, thinking this idea has gone too far.

Two hours later, we went to a park and held hands together, taking a selfie with our face masks on. Seth posted the photo to Instagram and captioned it, Just me and my queen, aka the light of my life. @chiquiglo

I smiled at how cheesy and adorable the caption is and reposted it, using three blushing emojis and tagging him. He smiled and hugged me.

"I love you so much, Glory." He said, taking his mask off for a bit to kiss my forehead.

"I love you too, Seth." I grinned. We sat in our blanket afterwards, having a picnic. We had Rosé and had sandwiches consisting of our favorites, including peanut butter and jelly.

"Now, this is the life. No kids and only us to make babies." Seth grinned as well.

"Um, no. What if someone saw us?" I said.

"Then I'll put on a ginormous coat on and nobody will see that." He laughed. That afternoon, we laid in the grass and took another selfie together. Seth tweeted the selfie and tagged me in it. Picnic days with my one and only favorite person. @gloryToonami

Moments later, the tweet got many retweets and a lot of backlash. Seth began reading it all and felt tears on his eyes. There was even a hashtag saying #SethMacFarlaneIsOverParty. All because we didn't wear a mask for this selfie.

"Seth, I don't know what to say." I told him as he was crying so much. Normally, in his posts, whether they are on Instagram or Twitter, he always posted correctly, but this one was just bad. Like really bad.

"Why am I so fucking stupid!" He screamed, allowing himself to cry some more.

"Seth, you're not stupid. It was a mistake, that is all." I assured him.

"That's not the fucking point! I can't do anything right and it's all my fault!" He ran away. I didn't know what else to do. Seth is upset and angry right now. I just wish I can get him to being happy again.
Later that day, Seth was still crying and I went up to him. He was in bed, placing a pillow over his head.

"What's wrong, Mami?" Oliver asked.

"Your dad is upset about a tweet he posted earlier today." I told him.

"What happened?" He said, curious to know.

"We took a selfie without our masks on and a lot of people online got angry at him for doing so." I explained what happened.

"What the fuck, seriously?" He said, straight up cussing immediately. Sometimes, I forget he's 13 years old and not a little boy anymore. But he will always be my baby boy.

"Yup." I nodded.

"I cannot believe it." He said, feeling bad about this situation. Oliver went to his room, as if nothing happened. I went to see Seth and checked his phone for a bit. His phone has many notifications and tweets that are still hating him.

What a fucking asshole, thinking he shouldn't wear a mask.

I bet his wife realized how stupid and foolish it is for him to post this selfie.

I hope he and his family get Covid-19. They can go fuck themselves.

I went on my phone and began tweeting there. I tweeted, Listen, Seth did not do anything horrible. He just wanted to post a selfie and that was it. Go fuck yourselves if you thought we weren't wearing a mask. We had them on the entire day. That is all.

I posted the tweet and immediately, more people continuing the hate saying I shouldn't defend him and that he's a disgusting human being. They also said more horrible things and I decided it was best to delete the Twitter app for good. I went on the Twitter mobile version and tweeted one last time. Well, you can kindly leave me and my family alone. I'm no longer coming back onto Twitter and I'm done for good. Goodbye.

"Boo, get up." I placed my hand on his stomach. I lifted his shirt up and it was badly bruised and I couldn't tell it was from stress or simply him falling and tripping on his feet. "Oh my god." I said, unsure how to respond to that.

"What's wrong?" Seth asked.

"Look how bad your stomach looks." I told him and he saw it, more tears flooding in his eyes. "We're going to the hospital right away." I held his hand and he nodded as we got up.