This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
^^^ We are getting a new puppy in February!! It's a corgi and we plan on breeding her. I like the names Margaret and Rose. Name suggestions?
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EMERY.
I stir when I feel Cole move under me, pulling at the sheets to pull them up closer to his body. I slightly open my eyes, the darkness comforting me, letting me know that I don't have to get up yet.
I feel so comfortable lying here. My head is still on his shoulder, but I've moved a bit since I fell asleep. I let out a yawn, reaching my hand across his stomach. His hand rubs my forearm, letting out a small grunt as I push up away from his body. I look down at him, my tired eyes barely being able to make out his figure.
I'm too tired to say anything and I'm not even sure if he's awake right now. I feel pressure on my bladder, so I should get up and pee. I literally just peed before I fell asleep, which can't be more than an hour ago.
Immediately once I exit his room I hear a loud ringtone from his bedroom and I recognize it as mine. My eyes go wide and I turn back into the room to find my phone and stop the loud noise that is making Cole whine. "Emery..." he groans and I roll my eyes.
"Shut up, it's not the end of the world." I reply, finally finding my phone and checking the ID. I already know who it is.
Dad... he has been calling me non-stop since 1:30. Oh, and it's 5 in the fucking morning! I sigh, deciding now is the time to answer his call since he won't stop.
"Hello?" I answer, sighing as I hear dad sigh with relief.
"For fucks sake, Emery! Why the fuck haven't you answered your phone?" He says frantically into the phone. Before I can answer he continues his questioning. "Where are you? Who are you with?"
"Dad, please! I'm with a friend, okay? I'll be home tomorrow morning— or this morning I guess..."
"You could've fucking told me that instead of freaking your mum and I the fuck out!"
"I know!" I sigh, "it's just... difficult."
"It's not that difficult!" He says back. I can tell he's trying to keep his voice down.
"Yes it is, dad. You don't understand." I snap, fighting the urge to hang up. I want to know what he has to say but at the same time I don't want to hear it.
"I do understand, but that doesn't mean it's logical to fucking ignore me." He retaliates, and I lift my shoulders at the discomfort his voice brings me. He sighs and I can imagine him rubbing his temples. "Just be home before your mum wakes up around 6:30. That's all I ask of you." His voice sounds so defeated and I can't help but wonder if it's because of me. Or course it's because of me, who else?
