It's been about a week since the couple has returned to Nashville and Haley's been in a funk ever since. Haley's trying to be upbeat at the bar, giving people obviously fake smiles as she pours drinks and serves appetizers.

"You okay?" Caleigh asks, leaning against the bar, her voice quiet.

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I just miss my family." She shrugs. "Spent a week with 'em and it was so great to be home."

"Then go back, right?"

"Oh, I don't know. I- I like livin' here and you guys and now Morgan and-"

"You guys serious?"

"He told me he was fallin' in love with me." Caleigh grins. "And I said it back."

"Aw!" She squeaks. "You guys are soulmates, I swear."

Haley shrugs, looking down at the counter. "I dunno."

"Michael tells me that he's been bursting with inspiration ever since he met you." Caleigh spills, leaning against the bar on her elbows. "Seriously. His first album is gonna fly off the charts."

"I'm so proud of him." Haley says, sighing to herself as she checks the clock on the wall. "Four hours left."

"You got this, girl."

***

Haley trudges up the steps to her front door and sighs as she pushes it open. She kicks her shoes off by the door, dropping her purse and keys on the kitchen table before she goes to the fridge for a glass of wine. She huffs, heading to the bedroom, stripping down to her bra and panties on the way there, leaving her clothes on the floor.

She sets her glass on her nightstand and flops back against her made bed, sighing as she feels her drained body relax against the sheets, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed.

Morgan tip toes his way into her house, smiling when he sees his girlfriend asleep. He gently tucks her in then joins her under the cozy sheets, his arm holding her against his bare chest. "What're you doin' here?" She mumbles, running her fingers over his forearm.

"Just checkin' in on you." He whispers back, his hand tucked between her hip and the mattress as he brushes his thumb across her skin. She just nods, scooting back against him to get as close as possible. "You okay?"

"Been better, been worse." She shrugs. "You?"

"Same."

Haley sighs, trying to go back to sleep but she just has so much on her mind that it feels impossible until Morgan starts running his hand through her hair.

***

Morgan looks Haley over as she's standing at the stove wearing his shirt and a pair of shorts. He smiles to himself, playing with the chain around his neck as he stands from his spot at the table to lean against the counter.

"Guess what?"

"What's up?" She asks, pressing her finger against the opened cookbook on the counter, her lips moving as she reads the directions.

"I'm goin' on tour."

Haley freezes, her eyes landing on a random spot on the counter. "When?"

"Couple months after my album's dropped." She nods, her shoulders tense as she stirs whatever is in the skillet. "I'm not gon' do anythin' wrong, okay?"

She snorts, dropping the spatula on the cutting board as she pops a hand on her hip. "I've been burned before, Morgan. I'm not goin' through that again."

"You won't have to." He says, sliding his hands to her cheeks as he looks her dead in the eyes. "Okay?" She nods, tears forming in her throat. "I love you too much to hurt you." She suppresses an eye roll as she pulls away from him, standing in front of the stove.

She doesn't want history to repeat itself; what happened with Matt when he was on tour really made her not trust touring but Morgan isn't Matt.

Not all men are the same.

"I'm proud of you." Haley finally says, nodding to herself. "You best be workin' your ass off 'cause I've got expensive taste." Morgan laughs, taking a plate from her hand as she sits at the table across from him.

He keeps his eyes on her as they enjoy their lunch, his heart feeling somewhat heavy. He doesn't want to keep driving back and forth between his place and hers.

He takes a couple deep breaths before he speaks. "I think you should move in with me."

"What?"

"I said I think-"

"No, no, I heard you." She drops her fork on her plate. "Are you actually serious?"

"Yeah. Why not, y'know?"

"I- I need to think about this, okay?"

"Sure. Take all the time you need, Hales." He stands and kisses her cheek before taking his plate to the sink.

She chews on the skin around her thumb as she sits at the table, her brain going a million miles an hour in a million different directions.

***

"Where would we move to?" Haley asks quietly, burying herself under a huge blanket.

"Here?" Morgan shrugs, looking over at her on the couch from his spot at his desk.

"Why not my house? What's wrong with my house?"

"Nothing, I just-"

"I'm just bustin' your balls." She giggles at his red cheeks. "Are we really doin' this?"

"If you want." Morgan smiles, setting his pen down on his notebook.

"Oh shit, okay!" She grins and laughs as she stands. "Lemme go grab my shit and call a realtor."

"I'll go find some boxes and then I'll meet you at your house."

"Okay!" She picks up her purse and heads out to her car with the biggest smile Morgan's ever seen.

***

It takes a couple months for her house to sell. But, between Haley's Toyota, Michael's Ford, and Morgan's Chevy, they get her moved into her boyfriend's house in less than a day. Caleigh and Haley are putting things away while the boys are bringing the heavy stuff in.

Her Dodge is parked safely in the garage while her Toyota on the street, she's totally fine with that. She's been thinking of selling her little red car since she got home from Lynchburg a couple months ago.

Caleigh walks past and gives her arm a squeeze before disappearing down the hallway. "Where y'all goin'?" Haley asks.

"Goin' to get some grub and alcohol." Michael answers, fixing his ballcap.

"Well, drive safe." She smiles, turning to Morgan, he's crouched in front a shelf, her box of vinyls next to him. "Findin' anything cool?" She asks, tipping the box towards her with two fingers on the flap that's folded inside the box.

"Lot of old rock and roll and country, darlin."

"Born and raised on it." She winks. "Daddy and Sam are all country and Wes is rock and roll."

"And your momma?"

"Jazz and, uh, easy listenin' stuff like Elvis, Sinatra, B.B. King, Jim Reeves, y'know stuff an old lady would listen to." Morgan chuckles, carefully sliding a couple vinyls in with his.

"I'm real glad we did this." Morgan says, looking up at her. "Domestic Bliss, huh?" She runs her fingers through his hair, making him smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." She leans over and kisses him before she drops herself on the couch. "Hey, how much do you think my 4-Runner's worth?"

"What year?"

"95."

"How many miles."

"Couple hundred thousand."

"One, maybe two grand." He mumbles, looking over a vinyl. "You have a signed Conway Twitty record?"

"Daddy found it at a yard sale." She grins.

She slides off the couch and picks up a box that has the word 'pictures' scrawled on the side and top. "Wanna live through my childhood with me?" She wiggles her brows with an ornery grin.

"Hell yeah."

***

"Who's this?" Caleigh asks, squinting at the grainy picture.

"Lemme see." Haley says, leaning over the kitchen table to see what she's talking about. It's her and her siblings standing at the welcome sign to Missouri. "Oh, me, Sam and Wes, my brothers."

"That tall one's cute." She teases Michael who rolls his eyes and leans over, kissing her cheek. "I'm just kidding, baby."

"Who's this?" Michael holds up a fading Polaroid.

"Preston Oliver." She can't help the fond smile on her lips, her thumb brushing over his face. "We went through high school together and dated for a few years."

"Ah shit, what happened?" Michael asks, looking at another one of the young couple at a car show.

"We were young and stupid, you know how it goes." She shrugs, smiling at another picture of them on the farm with her brothers; he looks like he belongs there with them and Morgan's heart sinks.

"This is Matt, right?" Michael says, adjusting his glasses. "Where is this?"

"That's us at our old trailer that we bought." She sighs. "First house together in Franklin."

"Wow. That's a big step. How did y'all meet?"

"Me and Sam went down to Little Rock to pick up a tractor and ran into him at a gas station, flirted with me when I was messin' around with the straps."

"Huh." Morgan stands and grabs another beer from the fridge.

"We talked were long distance after that and then he whisked me away to Nashville."

"Wow." Michael tosses the picture into the box lid before finishing off his third beer, feeling kinda tipsy. "There's a lot we don't know 'bout you, little miss."

"Well, what do y'all wanna know?" Haley asks, leaning back in her chair, feeling loose. "Ask away."