Morgan and Michael are taking a mini tour around Tennessee, hitting the major cities while their girlfriends are hanging out together at Maggie's house. The boys'll be gone for a week so they're having a 'slumber party'.

"How're things with you and Michael?" Maggie asks with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other as they sit on the couch on her front porch.

Caleigh smiles. "Really good. I think he might propose soon."

"How excitin'." Maggie feels a pang in her heart; slight jealousy. "Y'all're the cutest."

"Thanks. What about you and Morgan? How's things there?"

"Good. Better than ever." She hums, tapping her ash off. "He's been kind of an ass about me writing my second album."

"I'm sorry."

"He keeps tellin' me I gotta take a break, I gotta do this, this and this and it scares me."

"How- why does it scare you?"

"Because the last time he was like this, he yelled at me and we got into the worst fight."

"Communication is key, baby."

She rolls her eyes. "I've been workin' hard on a couple songs while he's gone so I can focus without gettin' yelled at." She huffs. "Asshole's been ruinin' my vibes."

"Sorry, Mags." Caleigh refills her glass. "Maybe you should take a trip somewhere and just relax. Maybe you and Morgan?"

"That's not a bad idea, Cal." She nods, grabbing her laptop. "We could go back home, maybe that'll help."

"Home like Sneedville?" Maggie shrugs into a nod. "That sounds pretty nice."

"It sounds real nice. I'll let him know when he gets back." Maggie smiles, filling her glass up with more wine before kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

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"This place is smaller than I remember." Morgan mumbles as he sits on his childhood bed. "Wow."

"I think it's cozy." Maggie smiles back, trying to be upbeat as she drops her bag on the floor by the door. "I'm glad your dad agreed to let us stay here for a few days."

"Yeah." He mutters, running his fingers over the honeycomb blanket that's covering his bed.

"It's been so long since I've been back here." Maggie says, looking over the various baseball medals and trophies that have remained in the same spot for the last five or so years. "Surprised your dad left things the way they are. I figured he would've thrown everythin out." Morgan hums in response, glaring at his old baseball glove. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He repeats, picking up the cracked leather mitt, sliding his hand into the cowhide lining. He clenches his jaw when he catches a glimpse of what would've been in the mirror that's screwed to the door. Maggie rubs his back and squeezes his shoulders.

"Your lip is healin' nice." She whispers, brushing her thumb over the now small gash. "And you can barely see 'em black eyes." He sighs as he tosses his glove onto his desk. "What's up? Talk to me."

"We gotta get downstairs; supper's ready."

Maggie follows her silent boyfriend down to the kitchen table for their first meal back in Sneedville with Morgan's old man. "How's Nashville treatin' y'all?" He asks, sliding a napkin to sit on his thigh.

"It's somethin' else. There are so many kind folks over there-"

"It's great." Morgan cuts her off, using his fork to pick at the pile of green beans on his plate. "Real good." Maggie puts her hand on his arm and shoots him a look. "Better than a baseball scholarship." He mumbles.

"You still messin' 'round with 'em songs?" He asks Maggie.

"Yeah. I started out writin' for other musicians and then my buddy, Michael, talked me into recordin' a song and then I got offered a deal and put out an album and now I'm workin on a second."

"She's one of the best song writers in Nashville." She rolls her eyes. "She's been writin' with me."

"You're makin' music? The hell happened to baseball!?" His dad snaps.

"I dunno." Morgan lifts and moves his arm, Maggie winces at the clicking that seemingly echos in the kitchen. "After tearin' my rotator cuff, I couldn't play no more."

"You gave up." Maggie bites her lip as she bounces her eyes between her boyfriend and his father. "You gave up."

"This again!? Dad, I told you-"

"Don't start with me, boy."

"I can't believe you're still stuck on this." He scoffs, shaking his head. "It's in the past, Pops."

"C'mon y'all-"

"You threw your whole goddamn future away for some music bullshit." His dad shakes his head at his son.

Morgan clenches his jaw before he shoves his chair back and stomps out to the backyard. "He worked real hard on his music." Maggie says softly, glancing over at the seething man. "He's done some real special stuff." Morgan's father sits silent before sulking off to the den.

Maggie huffs, quietly cleaning up the table and kitchen. She scrapes the plates clean then drops them into the sink, cups and forks following. She sighs as she looks through the window at Morgan who's throwing a baseball up into the air to himself.

She heads up to Morgan's bedroom and changes into just a big t-shirt before sliding into the bed with a book in her lap and her glasses on her face. Mags sits alone for a couple hours before the door opens. "Hey, y'alright?"

"Take off your clothes." He whispers, locking the door behind him. Maggie gives him a slight smirk as she slides her socks and t-shirt off, taking Morgan's wrist to pull him to his bed before shoving his hand into her panties. She bites her lip, sitting herself back down with her boyfriend over top of her.

Soon, Morgan has his hand covering her mouth as he pounds into her, his forehead against her shoulder with his breath hot against her skin. She can barely keep her eyes open while her arms are wrapped around his shoulders lazily, her legs hooked over his hips as soft moans fall from her pretty lips.

There's a sudden knock on the door that startles his rhythm, stilling his hips. Maggie's eyes snap open as Morgan drops his hand over her mouth. "Goodnight, kids. Morgan's sleepin' down on the couch in the den." His father says through the door.

"You got it, Pops." Morgan grumbles back, waiting a few seconds to hear his bedroom door close before he starts pounding into his girlfriend again.

=

Maggie finds herself tossing and turning in the small bed. She feels so weird sleeping in Morgan's bed alone. She gets to her feet and tip toes downstairs to the den, smiling when she sees Morgan asleep on the couch. Maggie slides herself into his arms and cuddles up against him. He hums and stirs, "hey." He mumbles, his cheek on the top of her head.

"Hi." She whispers back, burying her face in his chest, taking in a deep breath that brings every single memory to her mind that has her over-wondering mind coming to a screeching halt. She feels the emotions all over again, relives the moments again just from the scent she inhales. "I can't sleep." Morgan nods, his eyelids heavy. "Missed you."

His chest vibrates with a sleepy laugh. "Mhm." Maggie lays there for a while before she gets bored and slides out from his arms and out to the porch with her notebook and a pack of cigarettes. An idea clicks in her mind as she gets to her feet and goes back into the den.

"Hey." She pokes Morgan in the back. "Wake up."

"What?" He whines, pulling the blanket around him up higher to his shoulders.

"Get up, c'mon." She grunts as she pulls him into a sitting position. "Let's go!" Morgan groans as pulls a sweatshirt and his shoes on, following his girlfriend out to his truck.

"What's goin' on?" He grumbles, rubbing his eyes. Maggie says nothing as she starts down the dirt road, that pretty smile on her face. "Where're we goin'?"

She stays silent as she drives down an all too familiar dirt road, throwing his truck in park. "Remember this place?" She whispers, unbuckling. "I hope you do."

"Hell yeah." He smiles, hopping out of the cab. "Good memories." He kicks his shoes off and heads to the dock, his hands in his shorts pockets with Maggie behind him. She tosses a blanket down and spreads it out then goes back to the truck where she picks up a small cooler. "What're we doin' out here?"

"Watchin' the sunrise." Maggie smiles, dipping her toes into the cold lake. "Like we used to when we were younger."

"Romantic." He hums, his arm around her shoulders. She leans against him and sighs. "Y'know you talk like we're fifty or somethin'."

"Might as well be." She pokes him in the belly. "It's nice to just relax, y'know? Not have the stress of a new album or songs." Morgan hums in response, rubbing her side.

The couple sits in a comfortable silence as they watch the sun rise over the lake. "Ready?" Morgan asks, standing. Maggie gets to her feet to kick off her shorts and tugs off her shirt, stripping to her bralette and panties. "What're you-?"

She squeals as she jumps into the lake with that big smile of her face. "You joinin' me?" Morgan chuckles to himself, sliding his shorts off, his shirt following shortly before leaping into the water with Mags. "This just takes me back." She hums a random melody, laying back to float, her soaked curls sticking to her face.

"Cause I'm stuck on you, you're stuck on me. I never gotta wonder where my honey be. I ain't savin' all my sugar for a Saturday night, seven days a week, I got an appetite. The sun sets like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen. Don't waste another mile or minute not kissin' me. Life is short, make it sweet..."

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, pulling her close with his lips against hers. She smiles, her limbs around his shoulders and waist as she plays with the ends of his hair. "I love you."

She giggles, bumping her nose against his. "I love you too."

=

"Maggie Wilson? Is that you?" A deep voice asks. She looks around the grocery store, confused for a second before the guy reveals himself as he steps towards her. "It is you."

"Duke Lawson." She smiles back, setting a bottle of wine in her basket. "Long time no see."

"You look great." He gives her a once over, his lip tucked between his teeth. "What're you doin' back in town?"

"Just visitin'." She nods, picking up a bottle of whiskey. "Just for a few days. How are you doin'?"

"Real good. Better now." He gives the girl another once over while he picks up a Twisted Tea tall boy. "Are you doin' anythin' later? Maybe we can go grab somethin' to eat?"

"Oh, Duke. I'm- I'm kinda seein' somebody."

"Seriously?" He scoffs. "C'mon now."

"Seriously."

"Who?"

"Morgan." Duke pulls a face. "The pitcher from the high school baseball team."

"Who?"

"Morgan Wallen." She huffs, adjusting the basket in her arms before starting to walk away. "See you 'round, Duke."

Her old friend shakes his head as he follows her to the meat department of the market. "What about a beer?"

"No." She sighs, dropping a package of hamburger in her basket. "Wait." She turns and pops a hand on her hip. "Gimme your number." Dukes face splits into a dirty smirk as she hands him her phone, his lips widening as he punches in his digits. "I think I'm gonna still be in town Saturday. I might throw together a little party. Invite the boys from the team and their girlfriends or wives or whatever. I'll send you the address."

"Sounds good, Mags." He winks, giving her cheek a kiss before walking back to the beer section.

Maggie sighs heavily as she drops her basket on the counter to check out then back to Morgan's dads house.

=

"A party?" Morgan asks as he hands her things she asks for while she's cooking. "With the guys from high school? Why?"

"I ran into Duke at that market, shop thing on the corner or Church and Clinch. He wanted to know what I was up to." Maggie sighs, chopping an onion up. "So we're havin' a party tomorrow." Morgan huffs, leaning against the counter next to the stove. "Don't be like that."

"I was hopin' we'd be home by then."

"We have the party Saturday then church on Sunday, home by supper."

Morgan huffs again. "Fine." Maggie smiles and kisses him on the cheek. "You owe me, baby girl."

"Yeah, whatever."